Monday, January 26, 2015
The Prisoner
Her wings are chained
like her heart,
to the walls of her captive soul
in a tiny dark room of her body,
It screams to break free....
To attain the key and unlock,
The dreams and desires that flock,
Her eyes can see the light of dawn,
Her mind can feel its warmth,
Oh! But why does the soul still feel so cold?
The mind so rational wonders how
her beating heart feels so lifeless...
Her fingers, the wrinkles left from a smile, they caress..
Yet, the empty dying soul hunts for the lost key,
For her wings are chained
And it screams to break free......
like her heart,
to the walls of her captive soul
in a tiny dark room of her body,
It screams to break free....
To attain the key and unlock,
The dreams and desires that flock,
Her eyes can see the light of dawn,
Her mind can feel its warmth,
Oh! But why does the soul still feel so cold?
The mind so rational wonders how
her beating heart feels so lifeless...
Her fingers, the wrinkles left from a smile, they caress..
Yet, the empty dying soul hunts for the lost key,
For her wings are chained
And it screams to break free......
Monday, August 4, 2014
A Day in the life of...moi!
Shocking Pink sling bag
Cons:
1. It
costs Rs.3500/-
2. I
don’t have Rs.3500/-
3. I
mean I do have Rs.3500/- but I plan on spending that on those red ankle length trousers.
4. It
doesn’t come with a guarantee.
5. I
would not be using it much.
6. I
cannot carry it to work because it is too tiny.
7. It
would not go well with all colors.
8. It
isn’t water proof (but then neither am I).
9. Uhh!!
I can’t think of anything more.
10. Maybe
I should list the pros too and then decide.
Pros:
1. I
want it.
2. I
NEED it.
3. It’s
such a beautiful shade of pink.
4. I
am irresistibly in love with it.
5. It’s
just a matter of a few hundreds.
6. It
will go so well with my black polka dress. Oh and yea the gray tunic too.
7. Maybe
I can pair it up with pink shoes.
8. Omg!
I don’t have pink shoes.
9. I
NEED pink shoes as well.
10. No!
I am NOT a shopaholic.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Jealous 21
November. The month I love the most.Why? well because I'm a hard core narcissist and since I was born on the seventh day of the eleventh month of the year, it is my favorite. 7th November 2013, the day I was waiting for from the time I had turned sixteen was finally here. I was finally 21. I was finally an adult. 21 seemed like a magical number for me. Me being a person who practically resides in her delusional fantasies expected life to change the moment I turned 21. I expected my fairy godmother to come and transform my world. The worst part about reality is that it hits like a tsunami. Anyway, I thought I'd make a list of all the expectations that I had versus the reality that is biting my back. So here it goes...
1.
Expectation: Being independent. No more parent's permission required.
Reality: Mum's still the word.
2.
Expectation: Partying wild.
Reality: Sleepover with girl friends watching movies and gossiping.
3.
Expectation: No more curfew time.
Reality: Pfft!! You wish!
4.
Expectation: Can't wait for Saturday. *wink wink*
Reality: Yea I'm just going to sleep at home because the pillows and
blankets consider me one of their own.
5.
Expectation: Saving and investing every month.
Reality: The bank statement shows a lol below the balance.
6.
Expectation: Shop till you drop.
Reality: The only thing that drops during shopping is your jaw after seeing
price tag. Oh and also your expectations, they drop too! :P
7.
Expectation: Going on long road trips with friends
Reality: Going to movie theater 4 km away from home totally makes
up for it.*yea right*
8.
Expectation: Missed call from parents..it's going to be cool.
Reality: Lol joke. This is spaaartttaaaa! *sigh*
9.
Expectation: Drink and get high and finally know what a hangover feels like.
Reality: Umm.. Does Pepsi count? ;)
10.
Expectation: Smoking? Sure why not?
Reality: Incense sticks and tandoor smoke here I come!! :D
11.
Expectation: Being in a committed serious relationship
Reality: Ice cream and shoes I love you! :')
12.
Expectation: Being a level headed strong independent lady
Reality: Being your parent's lil princess.
Maybe my fairy godmother got stuck in a tree somewhere and she will probably find me before my 22nd birthday.. Till then I gotta live with my reality which ain't bad as I claim it to be,because I know there are many other nerds living the same "swag" life as me! Hi 5 to all you people out there! I feel y'all! ;)
1.
Expectation: Being independent. No more parent's permission required.
Reality: Mum's still the word.
2.
Expectation: Partying wild.
Reality: Sleepover with girl friends watching movies and gossiping.
3.
Expectation: No more curfew time.
Reality: Pfft!! You wish!
4.
Expectation: Can't wait for Saturday. *wink wink*
Reality: Yea I'm just going to sleep at home because the pillows and
blankets consider me one of their own.
5.
Expectation: Saving and investing every month.
Reality: The bank statement shows a lol below the balance.
6.
Expectation: Shop till you drop.
Reality: The only thing that drops during shopping is your jaw after seeing
price tag. Oh and also your expectations, they drop too! :P
7.
Expectation: Going on long road trips with friends
Reality: Going to movie theater 4 km away from home totally makes
up for it.*yea right*
8.
Expectation: Missed call from parents..it's going to be cool.
Reality: Lol joke. This is spaaartttaaaa! *sigh*
9.
Expectation: Drink and get high and finally know what a hangover feels like.
Reality: Umm.. Does Pepsi count? ;)
10.
Expectation: Smoking? Sure why not?
Reality: Incense sticks and tandoor smoke here I come!! :D
11.
Expectation: Being in a committed serious relationship
Reality: Ice cream and shoes I love you! :')
12.
Expectation: Being a level headed strong independent lady
Reality: Being your parent's lil princess.
Maybe my fairy godmother got stuck in a tree somewhere and she will probably find me before my 22nd birthday.. Till then I gotta live with my reality which ain't bad as I claim it to be,because I know there are many other nerds living the same "swag" life as me! Hi 5 to all you people out there! I feel y'all! ;)
Feminism
My friend and me were discussing the various ways in which feminists are stereotyped. As annoying as it gets, it has its moments too..The problem with me is I am allergic to bull shit and instead of a rash, I break out in sarcasm. And when I get sarcastic or furious, I write so it is a blessing in disguise for me! :P Anyway,here are a few things that I face as a feminist:
PS: Thank you Supraja for the fab topic. It feels great venting out.
To know more about the problems us feminists face kindly click the link below.. It's the secret route to the chamber of secrets.. :P
http://www.waveringmind07.wordpress.com/
1.Yes, I’m a feminist, yes, I believe in equality but that
doesn’t mean I totally despise chivalry. A little chivalry at times can go a
long way. No, I’m not asking a guy to be macho and open the doors, pull a chair
or take the tab always, but a little civility and gentility does not hurt.
2.My views on equality are frequently questioned by many and
I’m also accused of being a hypocrite when it comes to my opinion on physical
abuse. So why is it that I’m against physical abuse of a woman by a man? Why is
it that a woman can hit a man but if a man does the same it would be called
abusive and cheap? Well firstly, I’m totally against anyone hurting anyone for
no reason. If anyone hits a person in self defense it is fine, irrespective of
the gender. But if a man just randomly
hits a lady thinking she isn’t strong enough, it shows his character more than
anything else. Same goes for a lady. So
basically my point is physical abuse is wrong be it against a female, male or
an animal.
3.No, I do not advocate feminism because it is “the in-thing”
or “it is so in Vogue”. A huge misconception that people in general have is
that feminism is a fad that goes around for some time and then eventually dies
down. Seriously guys, get this straight it is feminism we are talking about,
not some random epidemic or plague going around the village.
4.Just because I’m a feminist does not mean I do not respect
customs or believe in god. If that is what you think it means, then you
urgently need to get yourself a dictionary. A non believer in god is called an
atheist not a feminist. For the last time a feminist can also be very religious
and god fearing so kindly stop stereotyping.
5.We feminists are also labeled as uptight and boring.
Honestly if being opinionated is as good as being lackluster then Golden Globe
for the “most boring woman” would be shared by Oprah Winfrey and Ellen
Degeneres.
6.Another common delusion is that men cannot be feminists. And
if a man fights for a feministic cause then he gains the “oh so not manly”
title. People living in their own delusional fantasies, kindly open your eyes
and look around. Almost all famous and gorgeous men are hard core feminists.
PS: Thank you Supraja for the fab topic. It feels great venting out.
To know more about the problems us feminists face kindly click the link below.. It's the secret route to the chamber of secrets.. :P
http://www.waveringmind07.wordpress.com/
Thursday, January 23, 2014
THE GIFT
Cold wind blows through the French curtains in her dimly lit
bedroom making her shiver. Everything about the room looks the same as it was a
few years ago, yet nothing feels the same. The blue room walls adorned with her
favorite artifacts somehow make her sick today. The numerous collages and photo
frames make her gloomier than ever. Her princess bed sitting in the corner of
the room only makes her more melancholic. She glides through the room at a
snail’s pace, trying to cheer herself up but every attempt at it only seems
vain. She stumbles upon the packed bags that seem all ready to move out unlike
her. Gathering all the strength she can muster she opens the untouched gift
package with trembling hands. The silver shines blinding her eyes. Keeping the
gift aside she reads the note. She can almost hear his voice as she reads it.
His words accelerate her heartbeats. Tears of joy stroll down her cheeks as she
reads the golden words in the post script. She hugs her gift tightly for the
last time and tears the note apart. As much as her heart wants to keep it, she
knows she has to let it go. She finally feels ready to move on, to start her
new life today.
The room burns down to an eerie silence as she enters.
Whispers and gazes surround her as she drags herself through the crowd. She
sees him there, at the center of the room waiting for her just like everyone
else. On reaching closer she looks at his face, as blank as ever, the only
difference this time is that it looks very peaceful.
She is left alone with him and the cold wind which seems to
get harsher by the hour. All the memories come rushing back to her. They both
stare into the sky, gazing at the stars. She feels safer with him around.
Happier knowing that he would not leave her now. No matter what, he will always
be there like he promised. She bends over and leaves her shiny silver gift with
him, walking away from his grave, thinking about the letter which claims his
death by the silver shiny murder weapon and the post script which says
“your
wish my command”.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
The defeat..
A freckled face, wide smile and twinkling eyes,
I see you sitting on your favorite chair,
Leafing through the recent pick
You wink at me listening to her constant advise.
She is furious we both realize,
But you don't let go of your child like grin,
Because you know otherwise..
You let me win
You let me win
Strolling on the road
in the bright shining sun,
we roam..you accompany me,
because I find it fun...
You get me chocolate bars
And a pair of cards;
I pester you to play
Scowl,yell and throw fits till you do what I say,
You let me win.
Bang my books and my head
Use you gray matter wisely,
it's easy you say
You amaze me with facts
You dazzle me with stories
You crack me up with jokes
I leave because it's time to go,
You let me win.
I tell you about my day,
After a while you ask me again,
I assume it to be one of your tricks
Until I realize the truth
You keep asking me time and again
I read to you, you pretend to understand
But we both know
You just let me win.
I come to you,
telling you that this time just like you,
they let me win,
I show you my award
You smile,
We both know,you don't recognize me anymore
But you still let me win.
I fall on the ground with weak knees,
I see you lying there peacefully
Same freckled face,
but eyes shut and lips sealed
Covered in white;
Flowers adorn your feet
Tears from my eyes fall on your hand
This time I don't fight;I don't retaliate
You seem so free from all the pain,
So for the first time..
I let you win.
And a pair of cards;
I pester you to play
Scowl,yell and throw fits till you do what I say,
You let me win.
Bang my books and my head
Use you gray matter wisely,
it's easy you say
You amaze me with facts
You dazzle me with stories
You crack me up with jokes
I leave because it's time to go,
You let me win.
I tell you about my day,
After a while you ask me again,
I assume it to be one of your tricks
Until I realize the truth
You keep asking me time and again
I read to you, you pretend to understand
But we both know
You just let me win.
I come to you,
telling you that this time just like you,
they let me win,
I show you my award
You smile,
We both know,you don't recognize me anymore
But you still let me win.
I fall on the ground with weak knees,
I see you lying there peacefully
Same freckled face,
but eyes shut and lips sealed
Covered in white;
Flowers adorn your feet
Tears from my eyes fall on your hand
This time I don't fight;I don't retaliate
You seem so free from all the pain,
So for the first time..
I let you win.
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