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Saturday, September 29, 2012

Being a girl is the last thing you would want to be.

 Do you want to be girl? Like, Forever?

The answer to this statement being a ‘YES’ is as rare as a good hair day on your first date. Especially if you are an Indian. I have nothing against my country but when it comes to being born as a girl, India would be the last place I would like to be born into.

The only day you might have wanted to be girl would be when you accidentally went to an interview without fully buttoning your shirt and your man boobs just quite didn't impress the boss, or when you had to hand over your 'hard-earned' money to your sister on Rakshabandhan.

If you still say yes “I would gladly be a girl” answer me:


Do you want guys to look at your tits instead of your eyes and pinch your ass instead of shaking your hand?
Do you want to be offered a job because somewhere in the back of your boss’s mind he thinks that you might be very good in bed and he has a chance?
Do you want to be called a slut just because you wear revealing clothes?
Do you want to be raped and then hear it was your fault because you were wearing a mini skirt?
Do you want to see your brother attend all night parties but not going yourself because, well you are a girl?
Do you want to reconsider your option of wearing white according to the weather?
Do you want to be stared at when you walk into a room where people are telling a dirty joke and they awkwardly stop midway at seeing you?
Do you want to wait an hour to find a decent washroom on a road trip?
Do you want to be paid less for an equal amount of work that a male colleague does?
Do you want to writhe in pain bleeding every month?
Do you want your parents to fuss over wherever you go, because they think everyone is going to rape you?
Do you want every guy commenting ‘hot’ on your Facebook picture just because it has a slight glimpse of your bra strap?
Yes I thought so too. You don’t have to worry about permissions when leaving the house. You don’t have to worry about any pain or bleeding when losing virginity. You don’t think twice before introducing your girlfriend to your family. You don’t need to act dumb to make a girl notice you. You don’t have to worry about your underwear glimpsing while doing weights in the gym. Unlike a girl, you just have to have sex to have a baby.

You don’t get people lecturing you about problems in future pregnancy if you smoke or drink.You get labelled with tag 'STUD' when you sleep around with numerous girls and nobody gives a shit to it later.The girl’s parents do not assume the fact that you are a Sanjeev Kapoor when you marry. Your name and your parents live with you forever.(or till when you want). You do not have to bear with the pain of hot wax (especially nowhere near your private area.) You do not have to worry about making crotch adjustments in public. And this is a list when we are talking about a girl who is born in a middle class family who have somehow managed to break free of the clutches of ancient practices of not educating the girl child.

Being a girl is very difficult. But its not like we had a choice. The very least that you can do is respect us.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Note to self

Believe in God. Believe in his timings. Because- when you lose a good thing, something better comes!It won't be easy, but it'll be worth it.You gotta hold your head up high, Have faith in yourself, Be strong.They say that good things take time.. But really great things happen in the blink of an eye.
I tend to say "I don't know" when I don't feel like thinking. I am good, but not an Angel. I sin, but I'm not the devil.And yes i was called a hypocrite too,especially when the moment came when i thought i almost stopped caring....what could be worst than this! sigh..time made us jerry while life is chasing like tom....
Here’s the thing. I think it’s best if I carry on from here by myself. You know, alone. –Marlin (Finding Nemo)

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Topped with generous dose of life

While I have my coke, I will scribble down something..
People who think too much are the ones who get hurt the most. My sense of thought seems to have fallen out of the window, the very reason I'm not able to write much these days. Its easy to lie to others and get away, but when you have to face the truth within yourself its nothing short of hell. I keep telling myself that I have everything I need in life and my life's beautiful.Life is a bitch! and it bites badly at times.. But then we get over it, trust the rule...
And yeah lies, they always creep in on us, always lurking, seeking for a chance to take over our superego... but then some lies are worth the trouble, never regret, because what happened was what was supposed to be.. that's how I see my reflection....
Yes people often judge us cause of our past deeds and set up their tags based on it. They aren't worth our time. You know who you are, and you know about what wrong you have done.
I realized some things about myself some days back. Just a few months back, things were so different and suddenly I look at it and feel glad.Change, is not always bad after all :)

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Of love and glitters

It wasn't his fault, she thought, 
That she could be in someone's wishlist too,
That she was somebody's dream.
For he had plenty of faces to choose from,
And plenty of beauties to see,
Plenty of eyes to wink at, neither time,
Nor the charm to waste,
You're not made for him,
I told her.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

I have a long way to go. I know it is difficult but what I have lived through wasn’t easy either.
*★.• The moment you get attached to things you screw it up! The challenge of life is to appreciate everything and attach yourself to nothing. *★.•
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