Tuesday 27 November 2018

Emotions are ruthless.
They can build galaxies in your universe and bring you the brightest light on a dark night.
You could walk alone yet not feel an ounce of loneliness.
You could fight the world with all that love, affection and confidence.
Yet at the same time, they can also destroy you.
They could bring your world down to ashes and burn you to the ground.
You could stand among a dozen friends and loved ones yet feel alone and depressed.
You could lose an empire at your hands.
This is what emotions can do.
All they do is build or break without the slightest empathy of any kind.
This is why they are ruthless. And people without them are even more.

Thursday 19 July 2018

Goddesses Slayed No More!

According to a huge population in this world, the body of a female only exists for a man's needs, for him to explore and enjoy. Her hands exist to cook for him in the day and give him a job at night, her legs to walk her from his bedroom to his kitchen and her mouth was never meant to speak, her mouth exists to sing like a bird, smile at his sight, agree to his decisions and to give him the best head he could have ever imagined.

You'd pray to Goddess Aphrodite and Kamakhya Devi but you don't want to see them in the woman before you. You made her body a temple, not her. She doesn't want to be a temple. Why don't you be a temple for a day and then we will talk? If she wanted to be a goddess, she'd be the goddess of sexuality and power and don't you dare tell me she's any less pure.



What a bunch of lunatics we are convincing women to get their breasts and ass enlargements in order to look good then covering them up safely kept aside for the bedroom, exclusively for the man to see. This doesn't mean that women want to go around uncovered, it's about what you assume she wants and how you treat her.

A world where marital rape is not a crime, but the sound of her masturbation makes your ears bleed.
You're the one with desires, but her addressing them will have her killed. Every guy wants to be blown. But the idea of her saying this out loud? Of course, it makes her a characterless slut.

You take her as your trophy wife/girlfriend, because she and her sexuality are something you have won, and you like to boast about it to your friends about how well your demonized plans were executed last night.

You can't take it when say denies to give birth to an offspring. She's only raised to get married off to a man that can impregnate her, to have a son that can dominate her, and god forbid she has a daughter and she lives, you'll give her all the shit you couldn't give the mother. After all she must take the legacy forward. This doesn't mean all women don't want to get married or have no babies, it only means that you are nobody to force her to do anything.

You can't fathom the fact that she could dress this way just for herself, your little brain doesn't understand that her sexuality is not limited to being admired by a man. She doesn't need you to be aroused by her knees and her shoulders just because they are gateways to places you want to go to. That's your problem, not her's. She loves her body as it is. Her body is not asking for it. She is not asking for anything.

You are unfortunately the reason prostitution exists in our country. It is illegal even though you want the orgasm, because these women are nothing but a dirty hole to you. You judge them despite your need for them. You jerk off to porn but you can't handle a life partner who's aware of her sexuality. You'll make out with her, but she's not worthy of love and respect. You think equality is throwing her a pair of bikini because she can't fight in her bra -  well, she sure as hell can.

I wasn't actually going to talk about anything but then why not?

[Image Credits: Sonal Kothari]

Monday 28 May 2018

If Women Wrote Men The Way Men Write Women

I happened to log into my twitter account after really long, and discovered what educative and informative trend I missed last month, or rather anti-feminist and parodying!
Here's the tag started by Whitney Reynolds, and a few tweets that kept the thread and the laugh going:













Enough said and parodied:
All above board, I think it's not about how men write about women, its about how we all depict one gender differently from the other.
These people have fairly shown how crass and insensitive writers have been when it comes to depicting and visualizing women anywhere, virtual or real, in books or on TV, professionally and even personally describing their lives or the individuals themselves.
I have rarely read about any male character being defined so voluptuously as females have ever been.
We find it weird if men use their body becoming a social climber, when men lay themselves on the bed for a job, when the only thing a man wants is no work, to settle with money and family with kids, when man subtly arranges himself to provoke a woman, when man wants to seduce her woman and ask her to stay back from work, when a man says no but really means a yes, when a woman is depicted strong, when a man feels emotional or depressed, when a woman is career oriented and man is not?
Why do we find it strange and begin to ponder when gender stereotyping and roles exchange?
And it makes me think if we still continue reading and looking at women like this, how long do we have until we realise it's too much. How long will it take for us to fight for men to be similarly depicted and we all end up being a part of a society that only fights to pull each other down? How long will it take for us to respect every individual and stop stereotyping genders.

Monday 21 May 2018

The Feels Of Anxiety #2

I wake up tired in the morning. I don't get much sleep at night. I spend hours and hours thinking, obsessing. I replay every mistake I've ever made, over and over in my head. And always beat myself up over it. It consumes my thoughts like the mold on an apple. I can never get it out of my head. It eats me up on the inside.
I'm constantly glued to my phone thriving on the approval of others, searching for my daily fixes of Instagram likes, story views and twitter retweets, aimlessly scrolling for most of the day. Social media is like a drug. How can the name be so ironic as it must be un-social media, cutting off from the real social world.
I constantly fear the worst scenario in every situation. Before first dates I'm convinced I'm going the say the wrong things or going to act the wrong way. Before road trips I fear disastrous accidents.
I obsess over everything in my head. What I should have said in the conversation. What if I did or said the wrong thing? The way that somebody looked at me yesterday. The fact that my mates haven't texted me back yet and I start debating what I did to upset them. Paranoia creeps in and I feel that my friends really don't like me. It seems silly to others. But for me? Its real fears. Its real to me.
I cancel events that I really want to go to. When the day eventually comes and my anxiety is in full force, I have to say no. Short term fixes to long term problems when deep down I know its making my anxiety worse. My friends think that I'm unreliable and tell me to just get over it. But I can't. If they only knew the best choice for me is to stay at home and get to sleep. But sleep is always an issue for me. It's hard for me to get to sleep because I have so many things to digest and contemplate about the day that I had. My mind never seems to shut off. It's like I'm trapped in my spiraling thoughts. hours of staring at the ceiling pass, night falls and the cycle continues.

Wednesday 16 May 2018

That Nonexistent Spark

Why wouldn't they let me in, I wondered. May be because they thought it was temporary. May be because they'd always get tired after sometime. May be because they were scared when they felt a spark.
Well, I'm glad I didn't get in because I needed a fire.

It started out as a small spark. Our spark was different from all the others. Our spark didn't fly like all the others & our spark never grew into a giant fire like all the others. As soon as I realised who you really were I dumped a bucket of water on it.

That small meaningless spark!

It's gone.
It's gone forever.
And now that spark is nonexistent.
And I'm glad!

Friday 4 May 2018

The Under-Rated Female Financial Paradox!

A much socially ingrained and biologically inherent societal norm is the tendency for women to put themselves last in virtually all things.

Women are moving forward and making wealth for themselves, sharing equal ranks in more than 40% of the world's wealthiest people as a growing economic force, at the same time these women also fail to build the appropriate net worth. Women can become the richer sex but it isn't happening. This is where the concept of Female Financial Paradox comes in. And it's really interesting given its familiarity with an oxymoron. Many Indian women reach poverty by the time of their retirement even though Indian household savings are one of the highest in the world.

There are reasons:
While the basics of solid financial planing are the same for both men and women, women often face lifestyle and economic issues that require special consideration.
Women tend to live longer than men on an average. At the same time, its women who are more likely to be responsible for the domestic budget and financially supporting everyone in the family, themselves being last in the list.
They don't save money for long term goals but rather for protection against unexpected circumstances at home and hearth.
With a very poorly planned retirement, they turn into stay at home spouses or don't save enough for self.
(Most) Indian women don't take risks when it comes to investment. They would rather go for assured minimal return investments at short term to steer clear of economic adversaries.
Stock exchange and women still seem to appear on flip sides of the action plan.
And unfortunately many women are also raised with the concept that their husbands will take care of the finances, they being the inessential earner in the family. And on the day of reckoning, when they lose their spouse, they are least prepared to handle it.

Ladies procrastinate, they shouldn't. None of us have much time and time is too precious. And it won't be long before we retire and realise the bitter truth.

It is imperative that women realign their priorities and make the financial decisions for their future. In fact if women aren't fulfilled, then it is only possible that women will see others through the same filter of emptiness and led to conflicts.

So ladies, what is the best way to put yourself first?

You are your family's greatest asset. Nothing in your family thrives or succeeds without you being happy, healthy and mentally fulfilled. Having  sound financial plan is the best way to support you and your efforts.

Don't rely on someone else for your financial well being. Educate yourself about investing and money management. Set realistic goals as it is the primary key to your success. Be involved in day-to-day management of your family's finances. Build and emergency fund and don't let fear of failure stop you from investing.

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Friday 9 February 2018

Thanks With A Goodbye

It has been years now, but I find myself getting to know you even more now, may be because your true colors revealed themselves slowly to me! You needn't bother yourself thinking about how well we went together because I won't be asking anybody anything!!
I've found my way out of the hell you created for me and you've found yours, so does it matter?

As I write this down, I still wonder if I'm doing it right, do you deserve a real formal goodbye. Should I really be crying over investing the biggest piece of me in someone so heartless or should I thank myself that it all ended well without me suffering my whole life or dying unnaturally and unknown? I still wonder if I have any words to say and return all your ill will. I guess yes, and here goes the thank you-

“Thank you for listening to me, being my dump bag for all my feelings and secrets! Thank you for taking me at my best and ditching me at my worst, you were of no good I must say! Thank you for taking me for granted and making me your pass time! Thank you for calling me whenever you needed to put something off! Thank you for calling me unfit and leaving me alone in a crowd! Thank you for putting me to a stop when I was feeling low and then making it worse with a nasty rude shallow comment! Thank you for dismissing all my achievements and things that could make me proud and thank you for showing up for all that you promised you'd never be! Thank you for showing me your ego and attitude only because you could find nobody but me who could take it any better! Thank you for giving me a totally amplified emotional ride all the time, making me laugh at one instant and cry at the next! Thank you for tossing all your left over love and care at me like you'd do to a beggar whenever you wanted to clean your space! Thank you for calling me all that could make me feel good for nothing, fit for nothing and go-die- coward! Thank you for splitting me off of my friends only because they warned me of the company I was in! Thank you for making me cry more than you could make me laugh! Thank you for pretending to be the best shoulder when all you were was a damn stake with a killer nail! Thank you for forcing yourself into that special list for those special people in my life just to prove how differently you could lie and ditch and cheat on people! Thank you for all your efforts to make my life as worse as it could be! Thank you for leaving me alone all those nights and days I spent without food and sleep! Thank you for all the tricks you played and for all the sly smiles you gave! Thank you for cheating on me and making me realize I deserved better. Thank you for betraying me and letting me know not all are trust worthy. Thank you for trying to ruin my life and then failing at your own attempt. Thank you for showing me your true colors
before it was too late.

People aren't worth forgiving if all they can do is apologize! There are people who ask for a second chance and then ditch before the next blink! So, I'd like to thank you for spoiling all my memories, wonderful memories, make me hate a whole city, a  wonderful city, and making my life so bitter in a single year that I'm left praying to God not to make me relive it ever again! After all the above, I thank you for all the fake you!

I doubt if I'll ever be able to break up with this strange silent social society that we've created for ourselves. I think it's time to bid adieu, so here's your goodbye.
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