My New Year’s Day (2018)

There’s nothing new about the new year. It happens over and over, at the beginning of every year. I know it’s not the greatest idea to start off a post on such a negative note. But my new year had a similar start to it as well so it only seems fitting. What do you expect from someone from an exotic subcontinent like India? Grand cultural celebrations? Amazing food? I’m sure this was all part of someone’s new year’s day. Just not mine. I am 19 years old and not for long. All my friends were out partying and I was stuck at home playing video games. It felt like a very foul beginning to my last new year’s day as a teenager. I had never been that sick of my life. Here in India, they protect their daughters to this annoying level. So if you’re wondering why I wasn’t out partying, the answer is, I wasn’t allowed to.

The reason that this night-in felt like such a downer was because things used to be a lot better. I used to feel a lot better about myself. Last year, I drove around town with my dad during the new year’s countdown, and we were joined by the entire city. Everyone was on bikes or in cars cruising around, screaming at the top of their lungs. About a hundred or so strangers wished me a Happy New Year! No one cared about cast or creed. It was just about being happy and spreading joy to anyone who came your way. It was a magical night.

I decided to keep at least some of festival spirit alive this year. I stayed up till 12:00 AM and then I instantly went to bed. The sound of fireworks and people celebrating on the streets did not help my aching heart. I slept in till the afternoon because I had nothing better to do. I love playing video games. Don’t get me wrong here. I just wanted to be doing something a little more outdoors that day. When I was down in the dumps, my friend reminded me that life isn’t just about the downs. And that once we grew up and had our lives to ourselves we’d be able to do anything we wanted. That speech didn’t really make anything better. But it did make me want to try.

I went to visit my sister who’d just had a baby. My very own little niece. She is like the ray of sunshine in my otherwise tragically boring life. So I figured that visiting her might turn things around. It might sound like I’m being so dramatic about this whole crappy new year thing, but you’d only get it if you were a teenager too. Sometimes we feel like life isn’t fair for no reason at all. I blame it all on the hormonal mood swings. Being around my sister and brother was a great distraction. Getting to be around the baby was an ever better distraction. Honestly, after I stepped into the room with her crib. It didn’t matter what day of the year it was and whether or not my life was cool.

She was just asleep and I sat there looking at her feeling like life was perfect all of a sudden. That’s when it hit me. Maybe I am just a boring old teenager with no life in this messed up country that gives teenage girls no freedom whatsoever, but here family is everything. No matter how much they can suffocate you, they’re all you need. I don’t think I’d have this bond with so many people if I was from anywhere else. I don’t think just holding a baby and realising she’s your flesh and blood can mean so much if you’re from anywhere else. Maybe I don’t hate my life so much after all. Or maybe I just really like babies.

This pointless story has a happy ending too. While I was lost in her little eyes, the corner of her lips seemed to curve up a little. I was just blabbing random things to her because she liked being talked to. It must have looked crazy. A grown woman talking to a new born like she could actually make sense of it. I don’t even remember what I said. Who knows, I might have been whining about my life to her as well. But whining using my baby voice of course! And suddenly she just smiled at me. It was her first smile and she decided to let me be at the receiving end of it. I know what you’re thinking. Babies that young can’t even see. She must have just seen a funny shaped blob and smiled at nothing. But I choose to believe that it was at me. I got all excited and called everyone over to show what just happened. I felt so warm. The warmth trickled from my stomach, down to my pants. Oh, what was that? The baby was peeing on me. I was suddenly thrust into a fountain of never ending pee. Thankfully it didn’t stink. That’s my niece, ladies and gentlemen!

So this new year, I got peed on. I guess I finally got that craziness I was looking for.

⁃ The Obsessive Writer


Thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this post! Share your New Year’s Day story with me in the comments below! 🙂 And a belated happy new year to all of you! It’s never too late. 😀

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Him.

Words are all I had and he took them from me. It drove me insane, not knowing what to say; to just stare in awe and adoration. All of a sudden there was something I loved more than myself.

Him.

His smile.

His eyes.

His warmth.

Him.

I remember it all. How he looked into my eyes, like we were the only people in the world; the sound of his voice…his laugh. It’s the kinda laugh that reminds you of the good things in life. He didn’t just give my heart wings, he made me want to fly. Flying is not so scary when I know I’ve got him to catch me when I fall.

© Abirami

7 Cheats to having a Perfect Day 

  1. Wake up on the right side of your bed. Apparently there is a wrong side, so the other one must be the right side.
  2. Better yet, don’t wake up. Sleep in all day. It’s fool proof. Not a thing can go wrong when you’re asleep.
  3. If you have been forced to wake up, start off with some yum grub. Food is the next best thing after sleep.
  4. Go on a long walk. Maybe even run. Running from your problems is a really effective way to stay happy. I’d know! I’ve been doing it for 19 years.
  5. Take a nice long shower while contemplating cruel ways to punish those who dare to annoy you.
  6. When you’re choosing what to wear, make sure your clothes are of idiot repellent fabric. If there are chances of a shower of stupidity in the daily forecast, you don’t want to get any on you.
  7. Before you leave the house make sure you grab some tolerance and ignorance. It has to be of the right balance other wise it won’t work. Then wrap it up with a sense of humour so that it lasts all day!

– The Obsessive Writer.

A Guide to Teenage Survival

  1. Make yourself a cave. I’m serious. Build a fortress of solitude to wait out the hormonal phases you will be thrown into. It could be anything! Your room, a small hallway at school, a tree house in a dingy park. Just make sure it has Netflix and a popcorn machine and you’ll be fine!
  2. Develop deaf ears. It helps in dealing with all the haters! It should work in most cases. If not, just feed them to the first bear you can find.
  3. Driving is a very very important skill. When the struggle is real, you can just drive away from all your problems. It’s easier and faster than running away from your problems.
  4. Music is your one true friend. No matter what, a pair of head phones can fix anything. Use it like a shield. Turn up that bass and drown out the noise!
  5. Relationships are complicated! So stay away from any human contact. I told you your cave would be useful, didn’t I?
  6. Make a sign saying, “Go away” for when you run into mind numbingly stupid people. Yeah! You know the ones. It will happen a LOT! Now you won’t have to waste a single breath on them.
  7. When your parents ask you a question and it’s about you doing something you shouldn’t have, just tell the truth. Seriously! Chances are they already know. Parents get real crafty as you grow up!
  8. When you’re given advice, the right thing to do is to nod like a bobble head! If you’re planning actually paying attention and reacting to everything you hear, good luck dude. See you in the afterlife!

I hope that was useful 😀 if not, I hope you had a good laugh at the least! What are your thoughts? Please leave a comment. Thank you for reading!

– The Obsessive Writer

18 Already!? – Teenage crisis.

Go back to your childhood for a moment.

Are you there yet? Okay.

Think of that one thing you’ve always wanted.

Do you have it now?

Did it change your life the way you expected it to?

All that I have ever wanted is freedom. To become an independent adult, make my own choices and be my own person. I have been over protected all my life and I thought that being a legal adult meant that I would no longer be controlled by anyone or anything. (I know. I’m an idiot.)

This January of 2016 I did turn 18. Huraaaaaah! I can drive. I can vote! what not? The world is my oyster. It was really surreal for the first couple of days. And then, slowly, the excitement died and I saw the unfiltered version of this big “change”. It was everything I did not expect it to be.

You know how when you want something real bad? It seems like the greatest thing in the world. An unsurmountable peak. And then when you finally get it, it’s no big deal anymore. Well, that’s exactly what happened with me. That and some more.

It took a while, but then it hit me. I am an adult. I have responsibilities. I don’t even know the electoral candidates’ last names and I’m supposed to vote. I don’t even have my own bank account, or a job that pays but I swindle money like it grows on trees. All I wanted was passion in my professional life and here I am hating every bit of college.

It’s ironic that I spent all of my life waiting for this part of my life, and now that it’s here, I have no idea how to handle it.

Maybe being this lost will urge me to find my way.

Sincerely,

The Obsessive Writer.

Yours Truly

Our goals, and choices ultimately define who we are. To me, goals are constantly changing. But all of our goals, well my goals, have one common factor: contribution. In the end, we’re all just trying to find our place in this world to try and make a difference.

There were a lot of things that led me to pick engineering and yes, passion was definitely one of them. For some reason we all believe that the reputation of the school we go to says a great deal about how talented we are once we graduate. I strongly believed that, when I spent a great deal of time working for my exams.

As a result of all that turmoil, I am currently a student of Computer science Engineering at PSG college of Technology, Coimbatore. Though this name may have some effect on a local or at the most an Indian, it’s just a name to anyone else.



My first year at college is about to come to an end and what I have come to understand is that, no matter where you go, you’re still going to experience college. If you’re a girl you’re going to experience a lot of drama, maybe some friendship and definitely a lot of fun. I’m honestly grateful to have all this in my life. This has been more educational than anything I’ve done so far.

It’s been a while since I had a one on one conversation with my faithful readers, so this post has been long over due. You guys are amazing people! I keep coming back to indulge myself in writing because of how responsive you are. Thank you for that. 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer.

The End of an Era.

The times have changed.
I know, that’s an over-rated thing to say: especially for me. In the last few months, I’ve been going on and on about how growing up has been all about tough choices, studying to get into college and facing the “world” whatever the hell that is, I’ve taken too long to notice that in a while I’m not going to be in school anymore…

*dramatic pause*

No more skank walks down the hall way with my so called “possy”, no more pranks on innocent bystanders, no more laughing for the dumbest jokes in class, no more having sarcastic things to say about everything and everyone, no more of these amazing people I’ve spent six years of my life with.. And that is going to suck. I know, like they all say, “we’ll stay in touch” but you know that’s not the same. I’ll not be rolling with this crowd anymore and that’s got me feeling nostalgic.

I don’t recollect ever making a huge deal about knowing them. It didn’t even matter. We were all just together for some reason whatsoever. I realize now, how much they truly mattered. How they’re the reason I am who I am. This place, it’s home. And that is where I know my heart will always be.

I feel like this is my practise good bye speech. Man, thinking of the goodbyes is sort of making my heart ache, quite literally. I’ve never liked goodbyes. But, something tells me these guys can come up with some sort of a interesting twist to just about anything. Oh well, here’s to another beautiful day of high-school or what’s left of it! 😀