Women Like You Drown Oceans

Roses are not always red

Violets aren’t exactly blue.

We live in a world where pretty means beautiful, it means lovable, it means smart and sometimes it means blessed. An average looking girl is like she’s punished by God. We’ve so many fairness cream I don’t know why fairness is eye-candy and black means you’ve a tough life. Our society is so much concerned about beauty that when an acid attack victim Laxmi Agarwal decided to live they suggested her to commit suicide because no one would marry her and she’s a curse on her family. She got no job because the employees were scared of her face. I pity them for they’re cursed with their own imagination. We share those posts which says we should respect a girl and give her a chance to fly but still we can’t love someone who was raped. We don’t blame those rapist and attackers, we blame the girl. We don’t care about her career we care about her marriage. I mean why the hell is it mandatory for her to start a family in a country with the highest population. In our movies, an actress is just for making the scenes look attractive though she has the ability to do more than that and Gal Gadot proved it to everyone. A girl is body shammed if she wears something which is considered “too revealing” by the society but if this society is well-mannered then why do they see those revealed parts I mean there’s much more too see above her cleavage. Look at her face and try to know about her beautiful thoughts and not about her character it’s not affecting you in anyway. If a girl gets pregnant before marriage she’s disowned by her parents, society but that boy has no worries. After Hindu marriage ceremony there’s a way of testing if the girl is virgin and if she’s not, she’s thrown out of her house and sometimes she’s burnt alive. The interesting part is there’s no such system for boys because for a wife her husband is considered to be Lord, she can’t even dare to doubt him.

She is not looking for a knight she is looking for a sword but we won’t give it to her after all this world is ruled by the decision of the majorities and trust me they really care for Justin Bieber live concert. I salute Miss Laxmi Agarwal who wore a smile like loaded guns even though she went through the toughest journey. She didn’t cry when her eyes were stiched without giving her a pain killer. She didn’t hide herself in a dark room when her brother was suffering from tuberculosis. She stepped out in search of a job when her father died of heart attack and there was no earning member left in her family. She was insulted many times, people looked at her like she was an alien but she didn’t commit suicide. She fought and fought. Today, the whole world is reading about her. I thought my life is tough kudos to you girl. We should love ourselves so fiercely, that when others see us they know exactly how it should be done and when they can’t love us, can’t respect us, they’ve no rights to judge us and we don’t have to give them that right. Fight for your freedom and celebrate being you because women like you drown oceans.

The Times We Had..

There was a time when Grandpa used to wake me up before the sounds of Church bells but now when I look back I keep crawling on my bed all day. Maybe because life is not so interesting and as I’m an adult there’s nobody responsible for my irresponsibility.

Gone are the days when we used to go on a long morning walk and talk about almost every eye-catching objects that crossed our way but now even five minutes with someone force me to talk about this stressful life and maturity. It was the time when I used to believe that singing Rain Rain Go Away will really stop the rain and Santa Claus does exist. The time when Mom used to award me five rupees for completing my homework and I used to by ten “not so tasty” candies only because the quantity was more.

The times when festival meant desserts and new dresses.

The times when we didn’t know the uses of smartphones and met new friends offline.

The  times when life had everything to be curious about. 

The times when smiling was not a need it was a habit. 

Yes, those were the times we had…

I’m an adult now. No, wait! I’m an “adult girl”. I’m not allowed to play cricket with my younger brothers because​ the society finds it shameless. I can’t wear my trouser and go outside, they expect me to wear something classy as I’m an adult. I can’t demand something from my parents, I can’t even discuss my problems with them they will scold me for behaving like a kid. When I was two-three years old, I cried almost every minute and they calmed me down. They loved when I laughed for no reasons but now I’m an adult. 

I find silence beautiful though I miss that careless smile.

I find maturity classy though I find those stupidity funny.

I love being workaholic though I want to set myself free for a while….

The oddest thing is when we look back at something we thought we knew but find out the truth of it was completely different. After few years, we will see our ex-boyfriend getting married and having children..that would be painful, you know. Though we move on after years but somewhere it hurts..it really does and we fake a smile for the beautiful and complicated story life gave us. 

Fifty years later we will face the hardest part of life, old age. When we lose these memories, when we see our friends dying and wait for our turn. It’s true we enter dumb and we leave dumb the difference is just that when we came in this world we were curious about the colors and life but when we leave, we somewhere feel like…Oh my God! it amazed me..it really did! 😅

Sweven 

“Can I come closer to you? Aaaa..I mean very close so that I can hear your beat. I really  like that sound”, said Arth.

He wasn’t like other guys. He loved her and just her. Though she was completely different but he never tried to change her. He fought with her. He respected her, protected her, brought her closer and pushed her away but he never fell for someone else. They used to sleep on the beach late at night just to talk about life beneath the shimmering blue sky, their best nights happened since then. He didn’t know what was that feeling. Those misunderstandings weren’t enough for the love between them to cease. He was everyone’s crush, a perfect man but he loved only that imperfect girl. Holding her hand, he walked everywhere without bothering about her lower status than that of his. She came to him in pieces but he completed her and left no scars. She was his love story and he wrote about her into everything he did. He thrilled her by kissing just her forehead. His love was magic. He left everything just to be with her no matter what the circumstances were. He adored her, encouraged her. He craved fiery passion and she was a firecracker. He wanted her the way ocean wants shore, the way rain wants to fall and she just loved him too hard. They were perfect for each other and she was never afraid to lose him because she knew that he can’t be stolen. It was hard to find a love story like theirs in today’s world but they were born for each other.

The Sunshine Blogger Award

Whoa! Thank you Claudia for nominating me. It’s your beautiful heart that made my blogs so special. You’re not just an honest psychologist but also a very talented blogger, a self dependent woman who’s working really hard to make her daughters capable. You’re someone who is ever ready to complement people for their good works, someone who amazed me with beautiful posts. I really feel privileged that I got an opportunity to complement your soul. 

Readers can check her blog here- https://betweenthelines2017blog.wordpress.com

Here are the Sunshine Blogger Award Rules:

1.) Thank the person who nominated you in a blog post and link back to their blog.

2.) Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you.

3.) Nominate 11 other bloggers to receive the award and write them 11 new questions.

4.) List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo in your post and/or on your blog.

These are the questions asked by Claudia-

  1. What is your strongest quality?
  2. Three things you can’t live without?
  3. How old were you when you fell in love for the first time?
  4. Describe your safe place.
  5. What is your favorite season?
  6. Your favorite song?
  7. If you could change anything about you, what would you chose?
  8. A food you can’t stand is…
  9. A quote that defines you is…
  10. What is the quality you appreciate the most in people?
  11. Your favorite moment of day is… 

And Here are my answers-

  1.   I think my strongest quality is, I’m a very good advisor and I can help anyone to face their worst situations with ease. I’ve grown before time so I can deal with my emotional problems like a very strong girl.
  2. My family, my career and love. We humans are social animals. We can live without love for years but slowly it makes us stone and no one would want that day in life when we forget to smile. Love first comes from family and then from someone far away. No, I haven’t found him yet but I’m​ very sure that one day he’ll come and he’ll be as important as my family. Career is important because life has  a motive and our work is what defines us.
  3. I don’t know if that was love what made me a better person. It happened at the age of thirteen.
  4. I found a beautiful place but in another city during my school days. Covered with trees and blue shimmering sky, that was the most peaceful place away from the limelight of big cities. Another such place is my mom’s arms.. maybe it sounds too dramatic but yes, I feel secure here.
  5. Autumn…I don’t know how it can be so beautiful when everything is dying.
  6. ‘My heart will go on…’ by Celine Dione from the movie ‘Titanic’. It really touched my soul.
  7. I want myself to fall in love again without fear. Things have gone worst in the last few years that made me feel negative about love.
  8. I’m​ really too moody about my choices. I can’t eat curd and sweets.
  9. As lost as Alice as mad as the Hatter.
  10. Those who feel good about their existence, who don’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings and who try to understand the situation before overreacting.
  11. These favorite moments never happened.

I’d like to nominate:–

  1. @aeshaporwal
  2. @davegoodlove
  3. @kinjalparekh98
  4. @danicapiche
  5. @janlego2014
  6. @urbanpoetry2017
  7. @saminamallick
  8. @smilingdreamerblog
  9. @rareity
  10. @shadowsinmidnight
  11. @onlysangbad

 Here are my questions-

1. What’s your philosophy in life?

2. What’s the one thing you would like to change about yourself?

3. Are you religious or spiritual?

4. Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?

5. Which parent are you closer to and why?

6. What was the best phase in your life?

7. What was the worst phase in your life?

8. Is what you’re doing now what you always wanted to do growing up?

9. What makes you feel accomplished?

10. What’s your favorite book/movie of all time and why did it speak to you so much?

11. What is a relationship deal breaker for you?

Thanks for reading this guys…it was too long😅

Hunger

People say, “no one can be perfect” but they also say, “nothing is impossible”.

People like black dresses but they don’t like black faces. Oh well! they like Bravo and that’s because he’s bloody successful. Your color doesn’t matter, people can still see your inner beauty all you need is MONEY! Let that guy dump you today.

Maybe you’re not successful because your mom told you to be an engineer and you wanted to be a painter. Now that’s a bitter truth of life that your parents will die cursing you for being a failure after 40 years and you’ll blame them even after their death and I’m still not sure if that’s really your life.

The door to success is closer when you’re born rich than when you’re born poor but success doesn’t differentiate. Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam sold newspapers, Shahrukh Khan never had a blue tiara on his head and for sure, Abhishek Bachchan is Amitabh Bachchan’s son.

I can’t figure out if marks really does matter because Sundar Pichai is not an IIT topper and I’m still finding a successful man who got rank 1 in IIT entrance exam.

And if you can’t stand with it without regular motivation, remember you’re working to buy a better bed for the next time when you sleep.

Work that hard so that tomorrow if you forget to click a selfie, you can search millions of yours on Internet.

There are scars behind her wrinkles.

To all the mothers in this world who spent their life thinking about the future of their husbands and children.

Wait for few minutes and look back. You’ve given enough of your life. Your husband is earning and can manage his life even in the worst situation. Your children have learnt so much about life to live without depending on you.

Where will you go if he leaves you for another lovely lady?

Where will you go and wipe your tears because your little babies are too busy.

What will you eat because you’ve no ways to earn?

How will you face the mirror every morning with scars given by your own heart?

He was so weak that he wanted to prove his strength by crushing a woman and everytime you can’t prove it to your society because violence are not always physical. Divorcees are not respected in the society we live because you dare to fight for your self respect. You can’t marry again if you’re a widow because you may get a characterless​ tag. You’re suppressing yourself because of them and giving them power to suppress another. You don’t want to listen bad about you from the people in your society but you can bear those belts from your family. This is a place where if a girl is raped, people worry about her marriage but they don’t even think about her career. After divorce you can claim your husband’s property but why can’t you earn yourself and stop bowing before them. Invest in yourself first! do not tame the wolf inside you just because you are dominated by someone who himself is being ruled by drugs.

It’s time to be young again.

Go get a new hair color❤

Go Live❤

This phase of life….

I’m at the most crucial point of my career…Do or Die.

It hasn’t been even three days after my board exams but I’m not allowed to rest because in India, it’s never satisfactory for people. They say, you’ve to carry your board certificate throughout your life so work hard and then they say this board result won’t help you to get admission so don’t rest, go prepare for the next and then colleges..jobs. Where’s life dude???

You cry overnight. You drag yourself. No matter what just go on!!! I fail whenever I try to find my careless smile. Eerytime it’s the time running in my mind. I just want to throw everything around and shout out loud. I want to escape. I want to close my eyes and lay down without worries. Can it be better ever…?The competition is permanent but life is transient I want to make it the best and for that I’ve to go through the worst. Is it for granted that after working so much I’ll see that bright day? Should I trust my tomorrow?

Why my tomorrow is a fear…why is it so dark…why I don’t feel like it’s me…why is everything running so fast..just stop this race…Live & Let Live..

Why everybody on this planet is judged? And who are you to judge? Who gave you that right? Who made these rules to judge? And why we follow these rules?

I love my subjects. I want to get educated but do I only deserve it when I’m a topper in that subject? I’m a trained dancer, painter. I can write so beautiful but in this world the most reputed job is reading books and then proving people that you read it.

Change the concept that pressurising is the way because it’s not!

You’re my end and my beginning…

To

My human diary

I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. It’s not wrong to make the first move when you’re sure about it because acceptance will be beautiful and rejection will make you stronger. Love is not just a word it’s a different world of poetry. I can never say that I love you forever because I’ve no idea where my road will take me but I’m sure about today that I love you more than I did yesterday. I’m a teenager, for me love meant​ a fear of living alone and I can’t describe it even today because love is beyond descriptions.

We shouldn’t drag a relationship when we’re not sure about it because seeking​ joy at the cost of someone’s feelings is insensitive but if you’re sure, wait for that someone who’s worth waiting. I’ve read somewhere…

Just let him go if he loves you he will come back…

He is my end and my beginning..Even when I lose I’m winning….Hey, hold my hand ’cause all of me loves all of you. (All of me❤)

PS:- It’s just a beautiful blog post.

Empty Days….The Hell I Feel Inside

Everybody for once or twice in their life, must’ve gone through those days when we do not want to share our pain because it feels​ like we’re mocking ourselves. We listen to motivational and inspirational speeches but it never really works. When we want to enjoy but we get overwhelmed.

When they come to us whenever they need our help and for the rest of the time we are left all alone. When we are understanding and our fellas behaves as if they need a chance to prove us wrong, to make us feel like it’s always our mistake.

When slowly and then gradually the pearls comes out of the thread..when memories are stains..when silence is a shield..when tomorrow is a fear..when beauty seems fake and ugliness attracts…when we are the most negative person filled with questions…when we want to live but we just can’t help it.

When smile is a part of your wardrobe before going out wear it and after coming back tear it. The road is never straight. The moment I feel really happy there is a fear inside laughing at me as if I’ll never get what I want…love, happiness.  I’ve always been a giver. I apologized whenever I was wrong and sometimes even if I was right. I forgive and forget. I was always ready to help those for whom I was just a source and I really don’t regret because it helped me to know this world even better. I never walk with the thorn pricked in my leg; it pains. I always remove it and restart but the scar is always there to remind me the hell I went throughout the journey. Mom says I’m insane but her daughter is strong enough to bear it all alone.

I’ve no rights to question, ‘why me?’ because there are many going through the same pain and some even the worst. I’ve no complaints but yes I’m hurt and why should I cry it was meant to happen. so just let it go because the past is not in your tomorrow. 

‘Cause they’ll be there forever..

Like every fellow human beings my life has centered around the wish to find happiness. I always wanted that perfect someone in my life. Here to confess,  I’ve never respected the precious love which I already have, of course, my mother. I lost my father at an early age and for some reasons I proudly said that I hate my family. I was hurt by the words and action of those temporary people in my life but I always tried to impress them and when it came to my own family, I made it a new excuse to accuse them. My mother being a single parent sacrificed all her wishes and dreams for my better future but I called it her responsibility and not her love. I hardly acknowledged​ her publicly because I was ashamed of introducing her as my mother. I didn’t go home in vacations. She used to cry on phone calls but it hardly affected me in any way. Whenever​ my family members came to meet me I took my earphone and went out. Still they were the one who prayed for me to live the best life.

If you want to live life, it’s best to begin to respect the gift of love right now. As children, our first teacher of this acceptance are our parents. They are unconditional and forgiving punching bags who feel happiest when they get bashed up by their kids. Whatever we do, whichever mistake we make, however we react to them our parents are our best friends. And if ever any of us are in trouble of any kind they will always come good. We kids are their greatest source of happiness.They just want us to respect that feeling and nothing. If we’re unable to receive the love they give us in whatever form it arrives even if it’s in the form of tight slap then when we become a parent, we’ll end up having to learn this lesson somewhat more harshly from teachers we give birth to those are our kids. Don’t listen to them, fool them if you must.. a bit of lying is also welcome but make sure you cherish what you’ve because when you don’t have them you’ll miss someone to be rude to, someone you can take for granted, someone to say and do whatever you wish with, you miss the comfort of being loved unconditionally.