Unconventionally Yours!

When everything seemed right on a hot sunny afternoon, accompanied with a cup of tea and some munchies. And, just when you were about to take a dip, the door bell rang, there was someone so unwanted to greet you, someone so unexpected, someone you thought would never turn up! Oh no, that’s not your ex, but your unwanted guest. 

How many times has this happened that you were having a good day until there was a surprise guest waiting for you to serve em? What can be done in such situation, when one needs to stand-by such a love-hate relationship? Ask help from your friends?

Okay! So most of us have been victimized.

What’s next? Pushing them off the door too isn’t a solution.

So you are left with nothing but treating them well. Being an Indian citizen we follow the ritual of ‘Atithi Devo Bhawah’ which means ‘The guest is God’, which automatically tells you that there is no other chance to avoid but take them as they come.
Some brilliant guests are very good at using their talents of back bitching amongst the family. They might tell that how bad you’ve been as a host and  even the ones you like won’t come, so you’ll have to keep calm and bear with them.

Because every guest theory is :

Love them or hate them, guests come in all shapes and sizes. They would love you if you make them eat all your biryani. But all you gotta do is, pray until they leave.

Note to self : My college life has been the most wonderful journey. Haha, this ain’t just to make myself believe, but to actually realise that how I overcame every difficult situation and how my ridiculoulsy awesome friends made the survival better.

So, the first year started like a new chapter to the joyride. Attending classes almost regularly, goofing around kamla nagar only(since that used to look like a treasure, back then).
Meeting the seniors, sharing a hate/love bond with some people, dressing up like a joker(as that’s what I look at it like, now). I used to be a fat kid back then, not that I am not now, but we just improve. So the transformation didn’t just travel and stop inside but did work outside also ! Haha ! We used to be carefree and naive, there was nothing we were worried about, atleast I wasn’t !

The chapter 2 and second year consisted of love and madness. Though it didn’t last forever, but it was good till the initials, later it went on to decay. Hah ! But later this year I met someone who could actually cope up with my madness. We(college mates) started missing on our classes, the term bunking and chai sutta sounded more familiar and comfortable than anything. We started spending time at the back gate, talking for hours, stuffing up with kulcha chanas’ and coca cola. The love remained the same. Just the level of maturity increased a bit more.

Third year consisted more of logics and seriousness. We gathered our attention towards the career, having to think about our future prospects, we all were perplexed. But this year, taught a lot to each of us. About life, love and companionship. How we still see each other after 5 years down the line? We’ll remain retards to each other.
Love vanished but friends remained.

These three years have been very overwhelming. Learning from my own mistakes, and never looking back, just let the person go for good, everything has been the best so far.

Ever since I started writing, I wasn’t really sure if this was it. If this is what I wanted to opt.
I still remember how it all started, with a poem and crush, back in 7th standard. There was this guy in my class who I used to drool over, I was so naive that I almost everyone knew that how I adored that person. At first, I wasn’t able to express my feelings, until I noticed that my elder sister used to write poems. How I admired her, and how it came out and how I started writing, the credit goes to her for the same. Holy moly! I wrote my first poem, which was somewhat stolen from her collection, as all I could do was cheat a bit and create a piece. I made my friends read it, and they couldn’t believe it was me? I too, was a little shocked but proud to see the outcome. And later I wrote more, I had a bundle of poems written on small sheets of paper, and I carried it to my school, to show my friends for the approval.
Later my mother caught me writing a lovey dovey stroke, and I was unable to imagine the consequences. I don’t remember what she did with that bundle, but I didn’t find it back. Anyway, it was her logic, where she thought this would affect my career, if I continue. But we both were unaware of what was to come, I actually started writing more, I loved how my words could magically make someone fall in love with poetry.
It wasn’t the first time when I was appreciated for it, though I never exposed my skills more, as I still think, it needs to be polished every now and then.
But then! I sometimes still ask myself, if I want to opt this for a lifetime opportunity?
I do have hobbies like, photography and dance, and writing used to be my hobby back then. What if I flip and betray the love I have for writing? Or what if I am not able to achieve with this under-rated skill of mine.
My mother, couldn’t believe when I told her I wanted to become a writer, she would always take the argument to becoming an MBA instead. But I still believe that I have some sort of capability, to which I have evoled a lot in life, and writing has helped me get through a lot of things.
Maybe later I combine my photography and writing together, or maybe not. But the part, writing won’t ever leave me.
It will always stay.
I has always been.

Sometimes, we take a lot of time to know ourselves from inside, what do we want from life? Especially, what does the life want from us.
This whole perplexed situation has always followed us, and this won’t stop until we get a hold onto it.

That awkward moment when you realise that you love yourself way too much to care ! But wait….? Am I supposed to fit in this sweatshirt by any chance..?
Aaah .. It is frustrating for the plus size beauties, when it comes to shopping. We get it, we are a little out of shape according to the victoria’s secret perfect body, level; but does that mean we won’t get to wear good clothes? The clothes of our choice?

Here is what happens when you go out to shop with your S to M size friend :

1. Oh, I love this thing. Me too !
    Salesman : Ma’am only two size are
    available. S and M !
   Me :

2. Yeaaaaaaah ! I finally found
     something of my size. Hain? Arrey..
     Yeh kya hai bhai ?

3. The mood totally drowns but hey, I
     think this can work for me..? You
     think? No? Bleh !

4. Finally, you get through the billing counter with one thing or two max or maybe sometimes three, four, five… And remember the friend? Four, five. Six….. bags ! #fml !

5. I just want to go home. I swear. Just. Home.

The society taught us, to be conscious about these things. In America the average size of women’s clothing is size 14, and what they sell maximum is size 6-10 or 12 !
It is good to be in shape and stay fit but it is even more important to be comfortable in your own skin.
There is no need to generalize that only slim people look pretty or only curvy women are the bold ones. Everyone is beautiful in their own way.

Ladies ! Buckle up and stay sexy !

EAT WELL !!

Use your gym card correctly !

And finally ! Hog ! Hog ! Hog ! Because food is tasty 😍 !

Now y’all know the secret ! XD

Well it surely is a curse and a blessing being born as a ‘Woman’. You are being fed with guilt of family pressure or the obligations done by them, but if you cope up with them, you are the iron-woman. Not everyone is included in this list.
Here is why being born as a female is both blessing and a curse :

1. You are always termed as “dumb”. Even if you make sure you spell everything right.

2. You know how to drive girl? Oh, good for you !

3. You future is totally dependent on your husband.

4. But I want to do this, why are you dragging me in something I don’t want to? ” Because, it is SAFE for girls and you get a good pay. Land your ideas in a bin and burn them.”

5. You are stereotypically thought of as a shopaholic. Duh! I sometimes don’t! I buy my stuff twice a year.. Summers and winters !

6. Your sister is married? Ah ha, now it’s your turn. Who is he? (Like bro, peace out please)

7. How about a date with the guy you like? First impression ! They must have slept.
Excuse me? Can’t it be like old 90’s days? With good music and a long drive!

8. You need to do atleast a ten times of what a guy would make an effort to accomplish anything. Just to prove yourself.

9. But when you do ! They bow !

10. Is it always compulsory to play video games, just to impress a guy? Or collect pokemon balls?
Get out from here now!

It isn’t always easy- beazy to act that comfortable and bold with everyone. High time! I find my comfort in watching family guy and not playing any games. I want to accomplish but I am a bit lazy, doesn’t mean I’ll have to prove? My life is my authority and you shall wrap your crap! Now!

What glitters , isn’t always gold..
But I hope that you’ll be there to hold..
No matter what weather it is or cold..
I am counting on you to be bold..

In the stills of our sweet love..
There are people watching us..
The high heels and high tantrums..
There goes an aunty demanding for some special attention..
The drunk uncle is happy yet sad with his own wedding..
Reminds me would there be a comfortable bedding ?

When you’ll be resting on my soft body..
Our souls will be bound together.. Away from the world so gaudy..

Promising you about those 7 vows..
I have added an extra one, which isn’t just for show..
I will always be there in your ups and downs and highs and lows..
There will be days, when I would wanna kill you or throw..
But this love between us will always grow ! Always !

So, I gave my Human Rights and Gender paper yesterday. And guess what, I’ve been going through a thought since then about, if women really are a weaker sex?  I might disagree, like yes obviously I do. Since the inception of India and the Independence there have been innumerous attempts from the women for the women and by the women to have their own stand in the society. Initially the failures they faced made them stronger and helped them get through.

Well, I still wonder what’s up with the institution of PATRIARCHY? Like what used to go in a man’s mind then? It was the Inferiority Complex, as they never wanted their woman to be educated or even working. And now who the hell would take a bride who’s as illiterate and just cares about mopping and dusting? This is sheer insult of a woman, to not let her explore her own agendas of life, her imagination and to let her stay away from her creation of better ideas.

This picture reminds me of how much men hated women’s success and the only way they knew to stop her was to let her down. Kneel down goddamnit !

So, I don’t wanna sound like a sexist here. I just gave my paper and concludes that women are a level up now. You can’t just pull the tree down until you’ve got the talent to cut the trunk rightly. And I’m sure none of us would want this to happen either.

We women are talented !
Beautifully maintained and granted !
We do need men to stay by our side and take care of those little things,
While we’d be looking after and holding onto them !

“I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an’ pretend
‘Cause I’ve heard it all before
And I’ve been down there on the floor
No one’s ever gonna keep me down again…

I am woman !
I am invincible !
I am strong !
I am woman !  – Helen Reddy. ”

I am a proud one here ! 😀