And it ends!

So finally school life has come to an end. Today was the last boards exam and

I have nothing to talk about :-P

Total mind blockage.

So I will come with something cool and type out my new post. right now it will be an injustice.

So long.

Friendship- An old article I wrote once. :D

This was written for a magazine I was interning for. :D

  "Dude why are you crying?"
  *Still cries*"
  "Everything is all right !! I am there to help you!!!"
  "Abey Sab teri wajah se tu hua hai!!!!!!!"

  “Aisa? Hahahhahaa”

Most of you, will either remember a Facebook Like page which is similar to this, or relate to an experience which must have happened to you at least once. Friends are one of the best gifts God has given us, and this egalitarian relationship is above relationships, sometimes love and family too.

                                                                

When you have your first crush, and your knees go weak and drool is a reflex action when you see someone, or you fail in something very badly you can’t just knock your mom's door and say "That boy is so cute" or "I did this and failed ungraciously". She may not get angry, but then it will be very awkward for both of us. But then, it is so surprising, that a person. whom you came to know just 6 years ago, is the perfect person to share all the embarrassing stuff that you do in the teens, or even after that in adulthood and old age.

I am lucky, that for 12 years I was in Delhi Public School, one of the best schools one can ever study in (not boasting, even though my branch of DPS is the least known :/), and I am told that I had this huge problem of making friends. I had this quality of being badly arrogant, finicky, chose friends if they "matched with my check list" and in word- a big fat idiot. But then, the way my friends have amended me, have brought changes in me, now I have this huge group of friends, who love me, care for me and bear with my impatience, the only bad quality they have not been able to uproot.

There are no stereotypical friends, in my world. Everyone has a major share of every type of quality one can have. Some are very capable idiots, at the same time they inspire me for qualities like patience, sweet tongue and mellow voice, total opposite of what I am. Some are very dumb in understanding common things, but at the same time they are eager to learn and are great in adjusting. Some say they gain inspiration from me (which is totally surprising) when it comes to not holding grudges, and they say "we admire your art of keeping friends close, and enemies closer."

There are painters, writers, die hard philosophers and romantics, the one who help to “Set you up with that guy across the corridor” and also some people who can’t ever, EVER, get things right. And the best part of friendship is- warts and all, you love them a lot.

Friendship is not about looks, grades, family background or social background. It is about how open you are in front of them, how much you can share with them and how much TRUST you can CREATE for them, and expect from them. Friends are not literati-groups, hot guy- group or the elite class group. A boy from the Raj gharanas can befriend a guy from the slums too! Friendship has no definition; it is a vast entity which encompasses all the love a human innately has. 

What I have learnt in life is that there is no check list to make a friend, there are no "predetermined qualities" a friend should have. A friend is not to be chosen, but is the chosen one to keep you happy, and also expects the same from you. 

And if I keep writing, my friend (who is doing my pending work and project), will tear out of my computer screen and punch me right in the face, if she finds that I am online on Facebook with a bowl of soup typing in MS WORD, with tears in my eyes thinking of the good old days and drowning in nostalgia.

Spare me the horror. *Rushes to the phone with best possible apologies ready.*

Nebulous Sunlight

To the girls who have been the victims of rape, domestic violence or violence of any kind- 

Nebulous Sunlight

The wind blows,

and I look towards the window,

the chill of the weather,

makes me feel full of sorrow.

I look at the glass,

and I see that its moist,

I cant see anything,

but blurred green patches,                                                         

grey -white patterns.

I put my hand on the glass,

and wipe away the fog,

I want to see what is outside.

My hands clear it away,

I see the green grass,

and the fog comes again.

It tells me,

you are not allowed yet-

to go out,

to live again, 

to start again.

You can't wipe me away.

No matter how much you try,

I am going to come again.

I,

become nostalgic,

and do something

which I did with my friends in the school bus.

I wrote on the fog

"Let me go"

and it stayed for a while.

And it vanished, again.

I lost hope and

locked myself in the bathroom,

I turned on the tap.

Scalding hot water,

brings fog to the mirror too.

I was crying, looking at my ageing face.

And the water was condensing on the window,

slowly, it engulfed my chin, my lips,

my nose, my eyes.

And I couldn't see anything,

but just a white figure,

against a tiled background.

I wiped it again and again,

I wanted to see my face,

my face which had embraced ugliness,

which had suffered so much,

which was once the joy for many,

and now the receiver of odd grimaces.

No matter how much I tried to

make myself sad,

the fog did not allow me to see myself

the way I wanted to.

I came outside,

thumped on my bed,

wept badly.

I wept with open eyes,

I wanted to feel the tears dropping,

they dropped over the scars of my face,

it hurt, but

I had managed to get hurt more before.

Slowly,

the tears swelled up my eyes,

the ceiling above me,

started blurring.

It was fogging,

my eyesight.

Something forced me,

to close my eyes.

What I could only think-

"Why couldn't the fog,

hide my past?"

I woke up,

I didnt know how long it was,

Something struck on my eyes and it

made me open them.

Sunlight, fresh air,

smell of the pansies.

The clouds are still a little dark,

but the mighty sun smiles and shines.

Brightly.

I walked up to the window,

and I could see something written on it.

"Let me go"-

the fog had left the words imprinted on the window,   

and the sunlight smiled at me.

I gathered courage,

looked at the mirror,

made up my hair,

smiled at my bits of beauty.

Took my hat and opened the door.

"Fog, forget what I said before.

You dont hide my past,

because you know,

you pave way for the Sun."

- Prerna!

Image courtesy-

thegeminigeek.com, manhandledthreads.blogspot.com

Liebster Again

Thanks to http://flamesofthoughts.wordpress.com/ .

THE LIEBSTER BLOG AWARD

This award is meant to motivate and attract more attention to new blogs, by spreading the blog's name and encourage the amateur bloggers to write more and maybe, take it more seriously!

And I think these blogs need that fame!!


My Literary Indulgences- My senior's blog, he has just started but his posts need more views, because they deserve to be seen!

I was told to mention 11 blogs, but here comes the honesty- I dont actually read many blogs. 

If you are nominated-( I was ordered to do so, it is the DRILL, so you need to follow so to)

1. Thank the person who nominated you in your acceptance post and paste a link to their blog.( SOUNDS WANNABEISH, BUT GRATITUDE IS A GOOD THING)

2. Post a photo of Liebster Blog Award on your blog.

3. Nominate 5-7 blogs that have less than 200 followers and that, according to you, deserve a bigger and better audience

4.  We are told to ask questions and answer others. Well I am answering the questions asked to me, but I am not asking.

1.  What would you do if there wouldn’t be any water on earth?  Ans- Die.
2. What is one thing that makes you sick, but you still do it? Ans- sit on FB.
3. What if your blog gets a ‘Simply Stupid!’ award? Ans- I would take it on my stride.
4. What is the most amazing abuse anyone has ever given you? Ans- Intelligent.
5. What is your idea of world after 100 years? Ans- That I would not be there to see how is it.
6. What will happen if you become the President of your country for rest of your life? Ans- Be sad throughout my life.
7. What was the most embarrassing situation you ever faced? Ans- There are many.
8. What will  happen if one day God tells you that you are Devil on earth? Ans- I would say I already knew
9.  Who was your first crush or infatuation? Ans- David Henrie.
10. What will you say if one day Obama visits your home and tells you- “Kid! We need you. Now pull your pants up and pack your bags” ?. Ans- I would say, my pants were down you perv.
11. If you were asked to slap one person, who would that be? Ans- Myself.

I am short of questions. Sorry for breaking the tradition. But I am being truthful.

Put it to action.

For this very blogpost, I would like to remember Alexander's lines-

"Doing Doing Doing. That is all that matters."

Radha

I wake up with these vague images in the middle of the night.

I see a girl child on a cradle, who is crying. I don't know who she is. Her face seems blurred, but she is crying. 

Then I see a familiar image. Of my mother, maybe?

She is sitting with her head down, squeezed in a corner of the room. She is sobbing, and clutching her hair with her hands.

Suddenly I see two familiar faces again, who are shouting at her, mocking, ridiculing. 

My grandparents?

The woman joins hands and asks for mercy.

And then suddenly the nightmare ends.

I wake up, I see myself in sweat. Even though my AC is on, I am drenched. 

I go and tell my mother this. Her face freezes. She is stunned.

And then she tells that it was indeed her, and the kid was indeed me. She is surprised, how my mind has stored the images of something 20 year old. She tells me how she was brought to an unknown place, married at an early age, and how she was left to the demons when dad wasn't there. How they mocked at her because she overslept, because the whole night she was looking after her kid! How they passed ridiculous comments when she just walked outside the house for some fresh air?

But then she tells me, actually orders me- "This should not change your attitude towards your grandparents. They are older than you and you should respect their age."

Why does age override everything else? Why are you supposed to behave well, be submissive, comply to authority which is wrong? Why can't a woman, when beaten up, or verbally abused, walk out of the house instantly with her kid, and live in the society happily? Why does even society matter here? She can't do it. Because she is just 20? She can't take care of her self? So why was she even married at that age? Why cant a boy fight his parents when he sees his wife getting abused? Where does his manhood go?Why does it hide behind his "small age"?

Making a woman marry against her will, then beating her up, making her bear a child, and then commanding good behaviour, is a mark of insanity. Our constitution, society, race does not support Insanity. All women should know, they should marry when they want to. Heck, if they DO NOT want to marry, they may as well not marry. And no one has the right to pass comments, suspect her sexuality, or hush-hush about her being "something else".We were born for living our own lives, not for ruining others'.

Riddhima
I still remember, 17 years ago,
I sat for eating dinner along with my brother. He had taken 2 extra rotis. He realised it after eating when he was half way done, and told my mother to take it. She refused, and without asking me, put it on my plate, even though I was done eating. My mother forced me to eat it, saying "It is your brother's left-over, you should not deny eating it."

Some months later, I was the one with the extra food. It went straight to the dustbin.

I also remember, my pencil box and school bag ( along with many other things) were not mine, my brother's were handed over to me because he got new ones. I was the one who was told to "come inside the house by 5", and my brother often played outside till 9.

Why is that the boy in the family is treated like a God? Why is the girl the patent dustbin of the house? Why is she restricted from going outside because boys can hit on them instead of making boys learn how to respect woman? 

I am writing this today here because brother brought gifts for his kids today. I told him, as I had not seen what he had bought them- "Ofcourse, now Rakshita has to use Ravi's old toys isn't it?" He was taken aback and said- "Of course not. I brought her a Doll house."

If every modern adolescent knows that there IS gender partiality, they should not blame the customs, but should be the change they want to be. No one is going to change and bring a whole new system but you. If your sister was shown partiality and you could not do anything because of your "age" (here we go again), at least make it a point to treat your daughter in the right way. Moreover, welcome a daughter heartily in your life first.

Raj

I was walking down the road, and I heard a girl saying to a middle-aged man, "Zyaada kia to sexual assault ka case kardoongi."

What had he done? Asked for rent twice on the same day and threatened to make her leave the house by calling some authority.

Yet another day, I heard a girl saying "I just raped the question paper." ( Meaning being she did well.)

One day I had to console a girl because she was crying on a comment passed by a guy saying "Tujhe kaun rape karega? Dekha hai apne aap ko?"

She was sad because she was not "attractive enough" to be even "seen by guys", not because she was indirectly connected with that hideous word "Rape".

When girls themselves have taken these matters in such an abominable direction, what can we possibly do to mend them? Why is chivalry expected when there is a fight for gender equality? Why is there no word for a woman showing respect to a man? Of course, women are in worse condition than men. But still, if it is all about equality, why not in every aspect of "gender roles"? Why is a man supposed to bow down and kiss a woman's hand, let her walk first?

Because alongwith chauvinism with a sprinkle of forced chivalry, comes hypocrisy. Chivalry, was actually  the combination of qualities expected of an ideal knight- courage, honor  justice, and a readiness to help the weak .

 If you do not want men to look down upon you, do not expect them to open the door and let you walk first. Let girl and a guy walk together. Let the girl pull her own chair and sit in a restaurant. Let her open her own doors. Let chivalry be dead for good.


SHYAM

I just saw an episode of a Khap crime today. Parents killed her own daughter because she wanted to marry a man of a lower caste. Why is this impossible?

Because it breaks the chain of traditions. How can a high caste girl marry a lower caste boy?
How can she go against the old rural traditions?

Why the fear of "breaking the traditions?" The man and the woman who killed their own daughter, lived in a 3-floored bungalow, had a Porsche, worked in an office. Our tradition does not support extravagance. We are the country of ascetics aren't we? So if we really are ardent followers of tradition, why don't we live in huts? Why do we buy cars and all other materials when our "tradition" does not support materialistic life? Why don't we wear Traditional wear everyday? Why do we hold jobs according to our wills and make money when our rules do not prescribe hoarding of wealth?

Just because ancestors made us follow the traditions their elders made them follow, does not mean one will force his child to do the same. "Tradition" is just an excuse. It is mere intolerance. It is a feeling of "How can she afford to do what he wants when I was not able to?" The "tradition" is passed on because of this misplaced jealousy. If all the "rules" in our texts were followed "religiously", we would still be living in huts and eating out of alms.

Radha, Riddhima, Raj and Shyam after writing their diaries, logged into FB, updated random statuses, commented on each other's statuses, posted on each others' walls and had long chats with each other.

Next day they all went to college ( the same college). Radha passed by Riddhima, but did not acknowledge her presence, even though they had had a long conversation about some random film on Facebook. Raj and Riddhima did not even look at each other in class even though both of them had liked each others' profile pictures and had commented on it. Shyam said a very hesitant "hi" to Raj even though they had discussed Football on the net long time back.
When Raj went online that day, he sent a hi to Riddhima first.

Why is social networking making us more disconnected? Why have we lost the guts to talk face to face? Why is a person stranger in reality but a confidante in an anonymous, computerised relationship? 

We have "Windows" to open this anonymous "communication" but all doors are closed to reality, real face to face conversations.

We follow old rules, we follow traditions, we want to have a "just" society and we want "freedom of speech" for all of it to happen.

 But where will this come from when "speech" is just mere "words coming out of Qwerty" and not your vocal cord? We ourselves, have suppressed our voices behind those LCDs.

We have made the freedom go out of our hands ourselves.

This has made us more fearful, more inhibited. 

If everything needs to be solved, only one thing needs to be done-

Get out there out in the open, and LIVE LIFE in its full actuality. Talk, not just type. Voice your opinions to the person who matters, do not INBOX your feelings. Sign an actual petition, do not mail it. Solve problems, do not update a status about them or write a note and tag me or your friend in it. Because you know I don't care, and because I know you don't care yourself because if you really did, you would do something about it rather than making it a post in Facebook.

Do not just blog, go out there and do it.

This post is a part of Weekend contest at BlogAdda.com in association with Chanakya's New Manifesto

Facade of Indians- We invented 0, and sex positions.

Two women involved in a recent Punjab Rape case. Now who is to blame? I cant really understand why India tries to be so conservative about sexual relationships when it is the only country with a whole BOOK on Sex, that too the oldest book ever written about the various "types" of it. Why the facade? 

HERE ARE SOME EVIDENCES OF OUR HYPOCRISY-

If you go Mukteshwar Temple, In Orissa, you would find this-



The famous Khajuraho temple, has a whole "area" for erotic art. 



The Shivalingam, is nothing, but an erect phallus on a woman's vagina.


Ayyappa, was the son of Vishnu and Shiva. 

Wiki tells-

Shiva called to Lord Vishnu for help. He hid himself in a peepal tree as Bhasmasura ran here and there searching for the god. Vishnu became aware of the events, and decided that he would take the female form Mohini, "the Enchanting", and try to trump the asura's powers. When Bhasmasura saw Vishnu in this form, he was bewitched by her beauty. He earnestly tried to court her. So Vishnu instructed Bhasmasura to hold his hand over his head, and vow fidelity. With this act, Bhasmasura was reduced to ashes.

Vishnu found Shiva and explained the whole affair to him. Shiva asked if he too could see Vishnu in this female form. When Vishnu appeared thus, Shiva was overcome with passion, and united with her. The two gods thus became "Harihara Murthi", that is a composite form of Shiva and Vishnu as one god.

So, actually, Shiva got excited, and did it with Vishnu.

So, we Indians also indirectly recognize same sex relationships.

Oh and oh, in Ayyapan temples, women are not allowed to enter.
 LOL why? Because Ayappan is a Bramachari, a celibate. If menstruating women would enter, it would excite his libido.

And we Indians, also recongise, "multiple sex partners. Threesome, Foursome. Just look at this-



This is a picture from Khajuraho temple ( Hahaha! Which is a World Heritage Site)

Oh do you know how Kamashastra came into being?

Nandi, the doorkeeper of Shiva, had overheard the lovemaking noises of Shiva and Parvati.


Not only that, our country also recognises sex with animals.



So why be so conservative? Because our sexual urges are inhibited thanks to so many "restrictions", it results in people showing their "manhood" on women whom they dont know at all ( read:Rape)

Am I saying to have sex now and then for reducing rape?

No.

What I am saying is not to be such hypocrites. We Indians are the "creators" of erotic literature and art. It will be shameful if we try to show we are "Very conservative about all this" because, well, we are not. It contradicts our history, our heritage, the principles of our gods. I mean come on, Shiva did it with Vishnu, someone heard him "uttering" shit with Parvati, and all this is recorded in texts of our country. And we still go and say "nana. This and all too much Pah. We are from a conservative family."

All I can say is-

Balls only. ( Pun intended)

(Those who didnt get the pun-
Balls means, you know, that * yes my conservative indian mode is on*. Oh what the heck. it means ball-sac mate. And balls also means "rubbish" in british English. *yes my aping the west Indian mode is on*.)

Toodles. Let's go read more about rape. ( Or see porns of it maybe? Considering the fact ours is the country with the highest viewership of porn. Haha! Yay! Go India!)

And please do not call this blogpost "an act of boldness and bravery because an 18 yr old girl (Indian girl) has written it". We all know, by 18, all of us teenagers here in India know more about sex than our elders. if you don't accept, you are just another leaf in the bush, a sheep in the flock.

Adult life Aarambham.:P

Me and my friends a year ago were too excited that we would all be turning 18 next year. But now the "next year" has arrived and turning 18 or 81 doesnt matter anymore, because either one of us has an exam on our 18th birthday, or Board practicals, or college admission, or something which makes turning 18 look like, nothing.:P

But still!You turn 18 only once ( As if you turn 14 or 15 hundred times). But this is when we get the adrenaline rush to do everything and anything. Wait, that was adolescence right?

Ah, that is the whole freaking problem. We don't know whether we are kids, or adolescents, or adults! I mean, I know people who play Hello Kitty Beauty Parlour Management and they are 18, and those who like SOAP Bubbles as birthday gifts when they turn 18.

Well, coming back to the "excitement" of my friends. We, out of the "excitement" had made this WISH-LIST, of what we would do when we will turn 18.

Here is my list, my friend's and my friend's friend. :P I wont tell who wished what.

1. Pick a good looking stranger in a mall and randomly start talking to him about America. ( I DONT KNOW WHAT WE WERE THINKING. SERIOUSLY. )

2. Break windows of a celebrity house.

3. Go to Jail once.

4. Flirt with the policeman in the jail.

5. Take a bath in tub filled with cocktail.

6. Slap a passer-by.

7. Call a person and ask him what he was doing in my friend's apartment.

8. Colour hair in three different colours- magenta, yellow and green.

9. Go on a blind date.

10. Beat someone inside a sandbag.

11. Steal someone's credit card, shop, and then return it to them saying they left it on the floor.

12. Drive alone and shout the most disgraceful cuss word.

13. Watch an A rated movie ( this time legally).

14. Go to a strip tease show.

15. Use a rich person's bathroom.

16.  Spank someone's rear end in a crowded area.

17. Drink 10 tequila shots. 20 maybe?

18. Go to a stranger, cry and say "why did you?" And then run off.

19. Prank call someone and say "You betrayed me. Ass***e!

We then stopped at an odd number and were not able to think for a 20th point.

Just then my TV reminder came-

"NINJA HATTORI. 12:30."

My friend wanted to watch Spongebob Squarepants.

And her friend wanted to watch Doraemon, just because he is "way much cooler."

But then I said Ninja Hattori is cute and he has actual powers.

The spongebob- supporter said that Spongebob is American, and works at a fast food restaurant, and is a sponge which talks and that ends the case.

We stopped right then and fought for a long time.

Then we realised we have got our 20th point.

20. Let us be kids, or try to be like them. We would be far better off.

And then we ate "Orange kuchhi' ( Orange ice-stick) and were on our way to watch Monster House Inc.

Who wants to grow up? Not me.