My imagination is blocked due to french.

Heathcliff : I pray one prayer, I repeat it till my tongue stiffens. Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you, haunt me, then!... Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!... I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul.

Cathy : It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of creation if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees — my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath — a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff — he's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being — so, don't talk of our separation again — it is impracticable.



Yes, that's love, it is. No matter how twisted they were, what they had for eachother is something special. Something, so tragically beautiful, that it sold this book. = )
Read Wuthering Heights, 'cause if all fails and fades away, love won't. = )

Your very own romantic
Shrutilaya

P.S. I won't be blogging for a while, boards start Monday, continue to send me your guest posts, I'll put them up when I can. = )
See you! Wish me luck!

Guest Post - DramaQueen.

The Girl With The Piercings

she took a deep breath and walked took that first step into her new classroom,
"not bad,a nice big room not tiny storeroom,yay!"she thought to herself.
"wow!That's a lot of new people!" she thought to herself
being two weeks late for school was not the biggest advantage.but the fact that she'd get to make new friends made it all the more exciting.
That's when she started to talking to this really really cool girl,she had coloured hair too just like her,and kajillion ear piercings."wow!" she thought to herself.
she introduced herself,and girl was introduced herself right back.
the nine of us were then moved to the storeroom! brilliant,what luck!.This girl started hyper-ventilating,really badly! " i cant breathe!" she said.
yeah we all weren't too thrilled with the present situation either.
but this girls was panicking,and hyper-ventilating,i was scared she'd pass out or something.That's when she told us that she was CLAUSTROPHOBIC,and allergic to dust,and her wheezing was acting up.
She looked really sick after awhile,and then she went home.
She came back after two days,she sat on one side of me and we began to talk.
we shared one thing in common we both found Indian history impossible to listen to it and found that doodling was a better way to utilize time.
so it was this small classroom that created the most beautiful friendship anyone could imagine.This girl was SO ORIGINAL,SO talented,AND WHAT STYLE!
she was a drama queen but who isnt?:D
She became more than just a friend to me,she became my family,she became my support when everything was crashing,she became my un-biased advice giver.
she still is.This talented amazing designer who managed to create the most gorgeous gown i've seen with a blouse,a petticoat and a skirt!
This girl,who although i dont hang out with outside school has remained one of my closest confidants.
I LOVE YOU TOOTSIE MOOTSIE WOOTSIE
my sister for life <3 <3

Guest Post - Dishi

Shall We Say Goodbye?



TTTTRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!

The alarm rang, and she woke up. She was barely sleeping, and she didn’t get a chance to get any sleep last night.
Her dad came into the room and said “ Wake up sweetie”…not knowing that she was already awake, he continued “ It’s your last day of school” , he kept her uniform on the bed and left.
***
She was in the midst of a feeling which was a cross between nostalgia, sadness, and excitement. She tried to remember her first day at school, real hard, but all in vain. All she could gather were faint images.
She got ready real quick. Her hair smelled of the lavender, from her conditioner She still couldn’t understand why she was changing schools. She thought over the thought as she slipped her legs into her white school skirt for one last time.
Before she knew it , she was being dropped off at the front gate of her school.
***
“ Aatiyyaa!” Her best friend screamed, as she saw her at the end of the corridor. She held her, and hugged her tight. Soon, all of her friends were around her, and were hugging her as if there was no tomorrow. She got about five “ good bye” cards, and some three bouquets.
There he stood, her boyfriend, the guy she’d been with for the past three years. He didn’t want to see her today, because he was upset that she was leaving. She walked up to him, and their eyes did the talking. She kissed him on the cheek, and walked away. This was it, they were no more “ Aatiya and Arjun” They were 2 different souls now.
***

Through out the morning, she thought about her friends, her (ex) boyfriend. None of them would keep in touch, she knew. Would she be able to start over and make new friends? Everyone in her school knew her , was she ready for a new beginning? A completely new environment?
***
Soon enough, the recess bell rang. All her friends and her, went to the canteen. She was giving them a treat. Everyone grabbed whatever they wanted, and thanked her. She bit into a chocolate bar. She felt something strange and cold running down her cheek. It was a tear. She was sad. And seeing the tears in her eyes, her friends started crying too. A hugging session all over again =). Arjun came up to her and gave her a tight hug and whispered “ It’ll be alright , you’ll be alright,. I’ll miss you” in her ears, and kissed her forehead while pulling away. She quietly said ,” I’ll miss you too”
***
The day got over, and it was time to leave. Time to leave the institution she’d invested eleven years of her life in. She’d miss it of course, she’d miss her friends. She’d miss the little things, like the inside jokes, free periods, the assembly, the canteen, the amazing food, the leg pulling. Heck, she’d miss all of it. The good and the bad.

Was this really the end…?
***
“ The only thing constant in life in change”

^ That, made me sound like a grand mother.

I love you more than you could imagine, Shruti. I do 

Dishi
<3

Guest Blogger - Ki! = )

The Kiss Of Death


I was at the Metro Station when I saw them. What a beautiful pair they made. She was thin, almost waiflike, with long black hair. He was tall and broad shouldered and it must be said, he had a fabulous ass. :P

They were making their way up the escalator, his arm around her slender waist. As they came out into the sunlight, she leaned into him, eyes sparkling, strands of hair falling on her face. He kissed her gently at first but as the kiss deepened, they seemed to almost become one entity.

Others stared rudely, nudging each other and going 'tch tch' but the oblivious couple just wouldn't stop sucking face. :P

And then it happened. His body jerked. I thought, from my vantage point in the queue for the counter that he was, well, in the throes of passion for his beloved. But it happened again. He jerked back again, pulling her with him. "Wow, hormones on over drive, eh?", I murmered under my breath, smirking. I turned away to purchase my token.

"Arre! Sambhalo!"
"Dekh ke beta!"
Loud shouts and gasps arose from behind me. I turned around, expecting to see some shocked aunties. Or maybe a scandalized police waala. After all, the couple had been, um, going at it rather enthusiastically....

...only to see two crumpled bodies lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by people from all sides...

..and his shoelace. Stuck in the escalator.

100th! + Thank you's! + Guest Posts!

So, it's here. Finally. My 100th post.
I'm honestly saying this, but it feels like I started my blog only yesterday!
Wow, but my first ever post was on the 29th of April, 2007. It was a Sunday. I was 15 when I started blogging, and I'm 17 now.
I've come a long way now, haven't I? Before only two people bothered to read and comment on my blog, but now.. well, WOW.
Thank you guys, really. = )
You have no idea how much you guys mean to me. You give me the confidence that my blog isn't a pile of wasteful rants no one cares about.
So, I'm going to have guest posts on my blog.
It's just sorta' a celebration for my 100th post.
So, all of you, any of you. If you wanna' write a guest post on my blog, please do. = )
You can email your posts at shrutilaya2006@hotmail.com. And please, PLEASE do write!

Anyway, I'm going to be thanking a few people, very much like an Oscar Speech, so put up with me, please. = )

Blogsource - You shut down my Life Of A Teenage Gypsy blog, and though hated you for it, because I was blogging there since I was 12.. but, if it wasn't for you, I never would have joined blogger, and met all these amazing people.

Avee - I know you aren't around so much now, and I miss you. Thank you. From my first post, to my last post, you were and will be there. I know that. No matter what's going on with you, know that I'll always love you.

Ki - When you started reading my blog, I had so much hope, that people do care about what I had to say, and you brought along with you, a WHOLE set of people who give me the same hope. Thank you. = ) You truly ARE my sister. = )

Dishi - I've been reading your blog from the first ever post, I don't think I've ever told you this. I love you, little one. Thanks for everything and everything to come! = D

Shrija - My partner in everything! You've always been there, I absolutely adore you and I thank my lucky stars for letting me meet you! You're amazing, you are.

Ayushi, Jinxed Pixie - Pixie, I just realized you were one of the few people who commented on my third or fourth ever post. WOW. I never knew that!
Ayushi - <3

Sumaya - For your constant support, for letting me whine when I want too, for all those fun times and more to come, Thank you. = )

Karan and Akshey - Thanks. = D

Sawan, Deluded, Ryn, Karthik.. and all you guys who've even visited - Thanks for reading and commenting!

So, I think that's everybody. = ) Mum and dad, 'course, 'cause they always let me blog, even during exams.
This blog has seen the best and worst of me and I'm so happy!
And again, THANK YOU GUYS!

Anyway, the guest posts people, cough up! = D
Cheers and lots of love.

Your very own,
Shrutilaya the-newly-turned-17-year-old!

99th! = )

This strange thing we call "LOVE".
So, Valentines day is coming up. Ah, the day where couples hold hands, walk around the place rubbing it in everyone's faces and waste away huge amounts of money, all in the name of "love". While the rest of us single folk scowl and hope to god they break up.. or, go into major depression.
This will be my 17Th Valentines day. And, this will be the 17Th time that I'm single. Oh well. *Dramatic sigh*
This used to bother me, I always wondered what was wrong with me. Why the sight of me had most guys running for cover, I spent so much time in front of a mirror, wondering what it is about me? But somehow, I just don't care now.
I've had my share of heart breaks, longings.. crushes, you name it. But after it all, and after being in "love" once. I think I'd rather NOT have it. Thank you.
I don't think anything that takes up so much of you, who you are, your trust, your very being and a part of your soul, it takes so much energy.. but it's going to end anyway, so, do you really think it's worth all the trouble in the first place?
I think not.
I'm honestly sick of seeing so many beautiful couples together and just ending it. How can you honestly say you love someone if the love stops? How can you move on.. just like that?
Some people are really cut out for it. Some aren't. I'm NOT.
My Mum and Dad, Edward and Bella, Alice and Jasper, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, Jane and Mr. Rochester, Romeo and Juliet. Heck, even Heathcliff and Cathy!
Now that, right there, is love.
Nothing can/will ever change that. And that is what love should be.
How can you compare your lust or attraction to that?
Maybe it's just me? Maybe I've just seen so much of this crap that I'm cynical. Yes, cynical and seventeen. That's what I am.
I know that everything has an end. And I know there are people out there who truly DO love each other but can't make it work. But, everyone doing the same? That's just, wrong.
I, for one know that I'm not willing to take another chance with this "love" thing. I'd rather be single, alone and cranky all my life.
Really.

This was just a rant.
But, to those couples who are happy and "in love", I hope it lasts.
Truly, I do.

P.S. This is my 99Th post. And WOW, do I sound like my grandma' or what?

25 Random Things.

The rules are pretty simple, just state 25 random things about yourself and tag 25 people.
So, I'm not tagging 25, 'cause well, I don't think I'll find 25 people who read my blog.
Anyway, I'm tagging Ki, Dishi, Avee, Jinxed Pixie, Karthik, Deluded, Ayushi, Sumu and anyone who wants to do this thing.
So, here it goes.

1. I like the rain. It makes me feel happy, it makes me smile.
2. I like snow, even though I haven't really seen snow, even pictures of snow makes me happy.
3. I spend hours on facebook, just looking at pictures. I'm sixteen, I'm in the 12th, I'm jobless and I love it.
   
4. My new phone is called Sophia. She's purdy. :D
5. My new camera is called Troy.
6. My camera isn't the first thing I names troy, but the old Troy was misplaced. I've always loved the name, mainly because of Brad Pitt, but, yes :D
   
7. I'm hopelessly in love with Edward Cullen and Mr. Darcy. You know what they say? you always want what you can't have. Well, I can't have either, 'cause they aren't REAL.
   
8. My dad had a dream that I marry a guy named David, who I meet in London. Well, WHEN AM I GOING TO LONDON?!
9. I have an economics exam tomorrow. I was once called an economics geek, 'cause I always got full marks. The last time I got full marks, I was still talking to the person who called me that.
10. I always end up blogging the most during exams. = P
11. When I get up, I sneeze about ten times. Then, it becomes alright.
    
12. I always sneeze in multiples of 3.
    
13. I find Dev Patel hot. = \
    And I also found Slumdog a brilliant movie. I keep watching the end, over and over again.
14. I always spend my money in the last week of the month, 'cause next months pocket money is only a few days away.
15. Pride and Prejudice is my all time favorite book. = ) I'm going as Elizabeth Bennet for my farewell.
16. I love walking barefoot in the beach at night. I find it so peaceful. The moonlight, the sound of the waves and the cold sand beneath your feet. = )
17. This is going to kill me. But, when I was twelve, Daniel Radcliff was my imaginary boyfriend. Yes, you may laugh. Out Loud.
18. I don't like lying.
19. If I weren't so set on Fashion, I would love to become a journalist, or writer.
    
20. I LOVE baking. And cooking. Cooking calms me down.
    
21. I wish more people would read my blog. *Wishes*
22. I've never met some of my bestest friends.
23. There are three Shrutilaya's (including me) and three Shruthilaya's on Facebook.
24. Some songs make me cry for hours at a time.
25. I'm turning seventeen this Monday. = D
    So, buy me something.
    

The END. = D