A rant on hypocrisy

So, the other day I was watching this movie where this unique and rare species is scared of humans and stay away from them, and then their little child come along and is oh so wowed by humans and has to go explore and be a 'part of their world' and this child's entire family is like "Son naw, you don't want to" But the adamant little brat doesn't listen and ends up in a mess and somehow the mess is sorted, and the kid ends up being right...? WHOA!! I did not see that coming! Anyway, if you haven't guessed it yet, the movie is 'Ratatouille.' 

And while watching, I realized this is such a common trope, majorly all our kid movies are based on this! Be it Ariel's life or Nemo going to touch the boat.  It really surprises me that as kids we are made to watch movies about being the rebellious offspring and then when we behave in that sort of manner, adults blame the generation and the new and improved technology, yeah. Convenient. Real convenient.

Okay, I understand that these movies are for teaching us that 'new' is good. But really though? We live in a generation full of hypocrites, this world that makes movies promoting change and the adults with their message of 'damn these kids with their new generation ideas, back in my day...' 

I really hate it when people so proudly claim that something is bad and somehow manage to completely overlook the fact that they do that thing all the time! For example,  

Person A: I hate it when people honk for no reason during a 
                 traffic problem, like it solves anything.

Person A *Blowing the car horn as if it were the snooze button on an alarm clock that won't shut up on a Monday morning during a traffic jam* ; You see what I mean? Sometimes you have to blare                           that horn to tell them to clear the road, who cares                               that a truck is turned over?


And it is just so horrible! Sometimes people have to understand that branding the trendy stuff is not necessary. That things are popular for a reason, No one likes things that are useless. There are people who are ready to appreciate the newness of certain thing and it is not that hard to become adaptive, I mean if Simba can live on worms and 'Hakuna Matata' his way to happiness then so can humans. 
Another thing about hypocrites is that they make it a point that their completely unsolicited opinion is voiced, however unnecessary it may be.  It almost makes me wish I carried duct tape around rather than my glasses. 

And you know, in conclusion what I would like to say is 'Lego House'  by Ed Sheeran is one beautiful song.

Ba-bye until next time I get really upset about something.~ A

the art of letting go.

So, its been a while since I wrote.  What can I say? I've been lazy..? does that help as justification? 

Anyways, today we will be talking about the art of letting go.
My friend recently understood that some people in her life are not good for her. They weigh her down and cause a lot of emotional turmoil to her. And I realised, that not only her but also I face this problem. In fact I think nearly everyone does.

A POINT TO BE NOTED. JUST BECAUSE I AM PROVIDING YOU WITH PROPER STEPS ON HOW TO FORGET PEOPLE DOES NOT MEAN YOU GO AROND TOSSING PEOPLE OUT OF YOUR LIFE LIKE THEY ARE TRASH.

Anyhoo. People think that letting go is all about forgetting. its not. Letting go is about realising that whatever memories you share with a person are real. But the person is not anymore. Obviously the person has changed and that is the reason you want to leave them. Say for example, X used be a great friend of yours and suddenly X starts talking to you horribly and treats you in a horrid manner and is indifferent to your feelings, then X has got to go.

So, the question remains, how does one actually let go?

Simple actually not that simple. Firstly, you need to do the very thing everyone is bad at doing. Stop thinking about those memories! The more you think of them, the more flowery and rainbowy they become and they make you feel bad about your present. You keep living a life that doesn't exist anymore. Frankly, you start living in the past. And believe me when I say this, that is one place you do not want to live in. And thinking about this, Dante's hell should have been the past, present and future rather than what it is now. I mean, these can be more suitable to punish the sinners. Make them think about their past actions and make them understand how wrong they were and how badly their past affects their present and that they should fear the consequences in the future. Wait... THAT IS HOW LIFE WORKS!  anyway coming back to the topic.

Dante's hell

You can also try to let go by finding new people. Start getting to know more people and sooner or later you will be over the person.

Or you can think about how they hurt you over and over till you actually start loathing them and are fuelled by the motive to destroy them. The choice is yours. 

Another thing you can do is think about happy stuff. What makes you happy. Spend time doing things that make you happy or divert your mind away from 'he who shall no be named' no, not Voldemort. 

Letting go is a path to self discovery. It is to understand what you are capable of and how you can achieve all of it. It will give you deep understanding of exactly how much power you hold and the places where you are weak. You can then either work on them or leave them be, again, your decision. 

I guess that is all for today, have a great day. Bye :)

How to avoid conversations

Yes I know, you are supposed to listen to people.

Hello! So, it's been a while since I wrote my last post and if you remember I told you that I will be writing about fidget spinners, lucky for you, this post is not about them (I'm still gathering matter though) Is it not annoying when people just won't shut up about their nonsense..? "Do this" and "Do that" like sometimes their advice doesn't even make sense. It really just annoys me that people can come up with so many daft ideas! I have the habit of avoiding such conversations by doing this.

Obviously you cannot follow my path, believe me you will lose a lot of friends if you do that, so here are a few ways to avoid all the conversations that you want to avoid.

1. Don't let the one who cannot give you any advice. Just don't let them talk. And no please don't cut their tongues out, although that might be nice, but don't, just don't do it. Don't let them talk by talking continuously. That they don't get an opportunity to talk. However there is a risk of them interjecting or you running out of things you can talk about.
   
2. Now, if for some reason shutting them up does not help try music. Yup! Get your headphones and just listen to music. They may be talking but you don't have to listen. Nu-uh! You have music! And once they are dun speaking you can pull out your headphones and ask them to repeat. They won't repeat it all over again, they will be too frustrated.
   
3. Have a strong opinion. Keep a very strong opinion and refuse to listening to anything else. Once people understand your ideals they won't really want to object or they might not want to talk to you. But hey! Look at the bright side of life! They won't object.
   
4. In case 1,2,3 don't work or turn out to be.. well.. I don't know... hazardous to your social life, fear not! I have this last mind blowing point! So try having a proper discussion, state your opinion and let the other person state theirs, and before you know it, you might be having a really well functioning conversation, or maybe an argument. But hey! Look at the bright side of life! Conversation. you will end up with a conversation.
   

That's all folks. I know its short in length but then I was too lazy to think up more points. And I may not be able to post next week. Got exams again. So that's that. And regarding the drawings, I was watching Barbie earlier, which explains the blonde hair. So yeah, bye!

Memories and all about them.

I came across this post while scrolling through Instagram that said "It's sad when people who gave you the best memories, become a memory"  and, since inspiration can be found anywhere, I am writing about this. 
And just to shed some light on my mood at the moment, I have "I'll make a man out of you" from Mulan playing in the background and am totally in love with "Look what you made me do" by Taylor Swift. 
Anyhoo just to add some more, follow me on Instagram, I go by the username @maskedhellion I would justify it some other day not right now. Now I have diverted enough from the topic, so let's get down to business to defeat the Huns!  I'm sorry I'm done! 

So, okay.. memories. Let me start by saying, all the memories you have are really exaggerated! Your brain has this annoying system of filtering out the bad stuff and discarding it, pretty much like Joy in the movie Inside out, focusing only on the good stuff. And, yes there is no issue when this happens, but you see, as humans we tend to recollect memories when we are  sad, and these extremely distorted versions of the moments you want to recollect just make you sadder.  They don't really solve their purpose, mainly because they don't have one. I guess it's safe to conclude that memories are as a matter of fact a lot like fidget spinners; solve no purpose because they have no purpose. I will criticize fidget spinners some other time, eventhough that would make me a hypocrite, I already own one. 

Now that we have got the concept of memories all cleared out for us, let us talk about the quote. We will try to decipher the meaning that is so intricately been put in it, and once that is done, I shall give my opinion regarding it.

The first part says "Its sad when people.." So, it has already been implied that the reader has to interpret it in a "aww the person left" and not in a " hey! That person made me really happy!" The word 'sad' sets the mood you are supposed to read it in. It also proves me right when I say that humans are stupid creatures who bother recollecting memories only when they are facing a major emotional issue.  Then it also gives importance to people, and yes, I like that because memories can never be objects, they can be contained in objects, but never be one. You cannot miss a box of cards because you like cards, you miss that particular box because of who gave it to you, or who you shared it with. 

Moving to the next part "who gave you the best memories..." This suggests that the people we are talking about were really close to us. That they were important, that we were able to understand them and also that they were really similar to us, which is quite obvious really, because you can't create memories with just anyone, you share them with someone who is a mirror image of you. But, what bothers me here is the usage of the word 'gave' because no one really gives you memories, you create them. They are yours and are not given by people, you decide what makes you happy and term it as a memory, and other moments you discard, in other words forget.

Next we have " become a memory." So when I read this line,  a bunch of people flashed through my mind, and yes, it is disheartening to remember that so many are gone but it is also important to understand that they are never truly gone, you may not talk but the person you are today is an amalgamation of all the qualities that belong to the people you meet along the way. I like how this ended because the word "become" clearly suggests that the memory that breaks our heart at the word is the product of our own thoughts. That it is our own creation. And most importantly, what is created can always be destroyed. But, when I say destroyed I don't mean you kill the memory, I mean to go back to the first line of our quote, to the particular word 'sad'. I want to say that you can destroy the sadness you have created while recollecting this memory.

All of this brings us to the ultimate question, what are we to do with memories? And as much as I would love to answer that question, I can't. You see, I don't know either, I'd love to but I don't. All I can say regarding that matter is, although we I may not have an answer to that question...yet, memories make us human. Sometimes they make us sad, sometimes glad and sometimes makes us feel suicidal, but in the end, those super exaggerated versions of our life teach us. The sad ones remind us that we are stronger than what troubles us at present, that we are survivors. The happy ones tell us that the person we are sharing it with means something to you and that they are a vital part of your life, and considering the time people recollect memories, you probably fought with this person, and so now you have to go and sort it all out before it is too late. The ones that make you feel suicidal, all I can say about them are that either they are very good or very bad, if the latter you need to understand that you can survive it and it will make you stronger, if the former then it means that things have changed between you and the person you shared it with, and you can't help but miss the past; here all I can say is that you should talk to this person, maybe they feel the same, maybe things will turn out to be better and just maybe all these doubts were just your insecurities and everything is okay.

That's all for today folks! See you next time when I get enough matter on the justification of my Instagram username or how utterly useless fidget spinners are, till then adieu!

And just because this will be really boring to read without a picture, here's a man riding a chicken.  

Dawn of a new day (story time!)

I know, it's been a while since I wrote a story, but since I did not have a social issue to address at the moment I thought of writing a story, it might be used as a light read.
                                               ~
It was night time, the twinkling stars did not light up the sky, for this is not how the story goes. The stars did not even twinkle. The moon did not resemble some pretty face watching over us as we slept. It resembled love, long lost love. There wasn't a pleasant breeze, there was howling winds. The leaves did not rustle, the shook, shook with fear as they held onto their dear lives for the wind might blow them away. I know, it is not the ideal picture you would want to envision. Nights are supposed to be calm. Peaceful. They are the time when dreams come true, but aren't they also the times when you live your nightmares?  Fight your deepest, darkest fear till the warm glow of the sun saves you from the torment your mind brought on you. All your thoughts come alive at night. 

Same was the case with me. All my thoughts came alive at night. And for this reason I did not sleep. For, sleep would remind me of all the things I am running from. Dreams would make me believe that there is no point running because whatever I am running from has already caught up to me.  One might wonder, what am I so scared of ? There is no monster under my bed, no demon in my head all of them are out there. In that wretched school I attend, all of them await, with their narrow minds and fake smiles. It scares me that I am a part of all these people and that I might turn into at someone just like them. There are people that I don't care about, and I should care about them. My insensitive soul has no room for those who come to me down on their knees, there are things that my past experiences have taught me. Who to trust and who I shouldn't trust, and I know, I shouldn't trust anyone. At the end all I have is me. Not those who say they are there for me, because no one can be there for me, they have to be there for themselves. 

I have made mistakes, I have let the people who stabbed me in the back, come again in my life. Even when all they still do is stab me in my back. I have trusted the wrong people and eventhough I say "trust no one" I am likely to trust the wrong doers again and again and again. I have let people give me new wounds when the ones of the past haven't healed. I have given myself new wounds just because the thought of all the impurity draining out of the cuts I make calmed me. But instead of calming me down they have drained me of all my blood and the warmth of my blood. 

No, this is not a story where I lament out my agony. No, this isn't a story at all. It is an excerpt, an excerpt from my life. That says nothing more than what friends do to you. How you would not even know that you've been stabbed when your back is bleeding. They stab you where you are vulnerable, weak and where the flesh is still healing. Opening old wounds because it is fun to watch you suffer. They don't let you heal, they reopen your wounds and console you by saying that they are there for you. But don't you know? True friends are supposed to stab in the front. With your bleeding back and aching heart, you realize the mess you have made. But, you are a survivor, the scars on your back are medals and the dawn of the new day, your victory bell. You survived the hellish war of thoughts in your mind. Tonight you must prepare for another.
                                                ~
That will be all! No, I am not upset or anything. I actually got inspiration for this from a song.
The song is called 'True Friends' by Bring me the horizon. And I just thought of writing all of this down while listening to it. Hope to see you next week!~ A

Book review: The sad and beautiful sorrows of Ava Lavender

ALERT:  The following article contains spoilers, read at your own risk!

Firstly, I know that I'm late in writing about this book (obviously! It was released in 2014) Well, yes but I read it a few months ago, and frankly speaking; no other book has ever influenced me as much as this one. Apart from 'The school for good and evil' of course! Jeez! Do I only read books with really long titles?
Anyways let me start talking about the book without wasting any more time.

 The story is about a girl who was born with wings (I know! wonderful start already!) So, in the prologue she says that she traces down her family tree to find out the reason she is born with wings. 
The book is about broken hearts, of all the three generations of her family; her mother, grandmother and herself. Her grandmother had a broken heart because whomever she loved either left or died.
These people were her mother (who disappeared quite literally), her sister who couldn't handle her sadness and cut her own heart out of her chest, her brother  who was shot in the head, her younger sister who died after she turned herself into a bird to get the attention of a man she loved but failed to do so and at last her husband, who died in his sleep. 
Ava's mother had a broken heart because of a boy she once loved, who later left for college and came back with another girl. He was delusional as he didn't know that he didn't actually love the new girl but pampered her because everyone else loved her, and he thought he should too. However he still left Vivianne, Ava's mother with two children; Ava and her twin Henry. While throughout the book Vvianne is waiting for her love to come to her, he never does and leaves her with a shattered heart.
Lastly, Ava has a broken heart too, the sole reason is her appearance. No one likes a girl with wings. Although there was a hype when she was born, because people thought she was an angel, but she was just a girl. A girl all along.

The reason I absolutely love this book is because all the characters live their life with their broken hearts, which heal in time. 
Some take long to heal, others don't. At the end, Ava escapes. I am not gonna say how, you have to read the book for that, but she does. 

I strongly believe that this book gives hope to all broken hearts, or people who are generally sad. It is amazing! Just amazing! It teaches a lot about life, in my opinion.

It taught me a few things, which are:

• Wounds heal and scars fade, no matter how long it takes.
• A shadow's kiss is shadow's bliss (delusional hearts)
• To find happiness in the most simple things
• love makes us such fools! (this is written on the cover of the book, and you won't understand it unless you read the book!)

It is written beautifully! The language is wonderful, the story is wonderful. All in all, it is a must read! 

I think I will rate it an 11 out of 10. It is therapy for broken hearts!

Just a wonderful book altogether.

That will be all. Thank you for reading! Tell me what you want to read next in the contact form which you can spot at the bottom of the page! Feel free to subscribe, all you need to do is type in your email address along side the page! And of course please share!

Much love! ~Annie!

Always remember it's "garbage can", not "garbage cannot"!

Aloha people! Today we will talk about you! You Garbage! You disgusting piece of garbage! Felt bad? Hated the fact that me, a complete stranger had the audacity of calling you that? Well, what about the times you say all this to yourself ? It's time you stop calling yourself that! Let's keep this a light read, I won't go in too much depth, just like a little summary, no details, no assumptions, just facts (pro'lly)

Reasons to stop:

• Leave something for the haters
• Learn to love yourself
• Treat yourself no less than a queen or king
• Respect yourself.

Good effects of not being garbage:

• You will be a happier person
• You might get more people to surround you
• You wouldn't bother about people calling you names because you will know yourself.
• You will realize your true potential when you stop demotivating yourself.

Now, with that being made clear. Let me share with you a story.

So, during the last few months of my ninth grade I practically isolated myself from all my classmates, actually everyone in general. And while I was working on myself, a lot of people started calling me a lot of things. I was so accustomed to the buzz that followed me wherever I went, that it made me doubt my decisions. I thought of socializing again, just so that they'd just stop! It made me so sad and I started hating myself for the inability to make effective decisions. And just before I was about to socialize, came the beautiful angel who slapped me back into reality. I sit with her now. She didn't really say anything regarding the topic, but understood me really well, and started talking to me, instead of me having to approach her, she approached me. She wanted to talk to me unlike all those who talked of me behind my back. The faith that I lost in my decision making, restored itself back in me. I decided that instead of getting lost in blaming myself, calling me all the things that people say about me and being my own enemy, I would rather be my own person. I would know myself, be clear in stating what I want or don't want. What I agree with, what I don't. Say what I want to, not giving two hoots about what people think about it, and whether it's politically or emotionally incorrect. It is what I feel. It is right for to me, my thoughts are flawless for me! I am not garbage, dumb or trashy for thinking my thoughts and believing what I want to. Not knowing answers to questions doesn't make me dumb. Not knowing things that others know doesn't make me stupid. It makes me human. It makes me, me.

 

And while I mentioned about my little angel, let me not refrain from sharing all the others that helped me (it might as well give you some idea on what people you matter to sound like, and give me a chance to express my gratitude.) I will not be taking any names though. I might just give them letters.

• My bestfriend, A who although doesn't meet me now a days but is still in touch with me over the phone.
• My other bestfriend, B who has an english paper tomorrow, she is the girl who fuels my 'angry teenager' spirit. She should be studying, but I know for certain she is on YouTube at the moment. She supported me when I felt miserable about myself for not being like others, and now thanks to her I have never been more happier with myself.
• My third and hopefully last bestfriend (for I find it really cumbersome to type 'bestfriend' again and again). He is supposed to be C, but I'd like to call him P. P for piggy. That's what I call him. And no, its not like affectionate 'piggy' its more like 'filthy-swine-piggy'. P has stayed with me through thick and thin, been there when I feel bad about myself, and even when I'm not (just to make me feel bad about myself by calling me a buffalo.) 
• My friend C, who although seldom talks to me (because he is 'oh so popular, living his too glam to give a damn' life) but is always there whenever I open my lunchbox.  He knows how to make me smile when all I want to do is shut myself up in a box and cry. In the comparison of people who are with you when you are having a great life but leave when you are miserable and people who are rarely there but seem to magically appear to help you, he'd be the latter. 

That'd be all. But of course can't end this article without thanking my mother. Who although is Satan most times is also my greatest strength and support system. I would be a depressed lunatic running about the streets if it weren't for her.

Hope you learnt a little something about calling yourself garbage. However if you are more comfortable in addressing yourself as garbage, always remember

"It's always 'garbage can', not 'garbage cannot'."

A simple guide to friends.

Hi all! I am back with another post! And just like most of my articles, this one will also be related to social issues that we face a lot of times. I have noticed that people are sad because they think they don't have friends. Not entirely true, so that's why today I will help you categorize your friends.

1. Recognize your importance.

Imagine, this colourful bubble is you, each colour represents a part of your personality. Then there are the two moods that Bubble feels. Happy and sad. When Bubble is happy, it as bright as the sun, with it radiating light. When Bubble is sad it becomes a blobby grey cloud. There are also certain amount of people who dearly love Bubble. Now, it is important for Bubble to realize that people who are with Bubble only when she is happy and radiates light, are the fake people. And those who are with Bubble even when she is sad, are the people who actually care about her. Bubble should never part with them.

2.The messy table logic.

To help you understand better, there are two types of people, people who matter, and people who are the trash in your life and are just occupying space. The trashy people are toxic for you, because they are either there for you when you don't need them to actually be there, or are entirely not there for you, in both cases they are not good for you.

                                                        

Visualize your social circle as a messy table. You need to clean it. And like every time you clean a table, you will have to discard of certain items, you will keep some for decoration and there will be things that you will actually need. 

I have divided these into three categories.

1. Trash
2. Golden trash
3. Golden friends.

So, now elaborating further. The trash are the people that you don't really need and all they do is make you sad and hurt your feelings. You hold onto them because you either don't realize how harmful they are or you are too lazy to get rid of them. But, it is time that they leave. Just how Garbage rots and causes diseases, these people too, rot and make you sick.


Next we have Golden trash. These are the people who don't affect you as much as Trash but, are not good for you. You hold onto them because you think that they will come in handy sometime, that they will be loyal when needed, but they aren't. Just like trash they are occupying space, that is all. It may be difficult to part with them and that is because you think that they are going to be with you forever. They aren't.

Golden friends. These people will actually be there for you, and you can count on them no matter what. A person generally has two to three golden friends, not more. Others are just trash, rid yourselves of them.

An important note: When I say rid yourself of the trashy people, I DON'T mean that you should fight with them.

The more you clean your messy table the more place you will have for new trash and probably some Golden friends. Then you clean again. It's a continuous cycle.

That is all for today! Hope it helps! Also, before I go, please do share my article and you can also subscribe, all you have to do is put your email id in the "never miss a post" section. It is really easy and once you have subscribed you wouldn't even have to type in the URL everytime, you can read the articles on your mail! And now ba-bye!

Reasons to leave your typical girl gang.

When I say typical 'Girl gang' I don't mean your friend circle. There is a difference between being a part of a toxic group of friends and a non toxic group of friends. 

So, how do you distinguish between a toxic group and a non toxic group? Well, I will explain to you the structure and functioning of a toxic group so that it is easy for you to avoid.

A toxic group of girls functions in the following way:

It is led by a skinny girl who is in the position of authority because of her appearance, society has taught everyone that the girls who are thin are the only ones who are beautiful, and the blame not only goes to the society but also to Barbie dolls, from a young age girls are taught that Barbie is good at everything because she is thin. This is what settles in our heads, and hence, all the insecurities. And who benefits from our insecurities? The girls who are naturally skinny.

Since they believe that their physical appearance makes them superior to the people around them, it gives them the right to treat people the way they want. And people like me, who are not skinny don't question their authority because we are taught to seek public approval and follow the crowd. These girls think they can have the world but frankly speaking, they just have arrogance. 

After this, these girls have their minions, there is also variety in them. These go as follows:

1. The average body type: This is the type of the girl who is neither skinny nor plump, but rather healthy and well built, these are the girls that should be worshiped, if that's how the world must function. These girls are only in the group because either they are insecure or like attention. Either ways they are completely brainwashed and of no use.
2. Fat girls: These are the optional type, they are only included to make the skinny girls look skinnier. They are not valued otherwise. Their presence does not matter.

This brings me to tell you that why they are included. 

Well, the plump girls are treated as court jesters. For the sole cause of entertaining the queen bee, they are used as an extra vote to any decision the skinny alpha makes, they are not allowed to have their own opinion. They should be equipped with a good sense of humor and should be a part of every picture so that the skinny girls look skinnier. The only compliment these girls will ever get is 'cute'.

You see, more the number of plump girls, the skinnier one looks, because people have a horrible habit of comparing. These girls are not people, they are pests; pests that are feeding off of everyone's insecurities. The skinnier one looks, the popular they get. And you know how, well due to compliments like "She is so beautiful, I mean her figure" 

And now, let me tell you why it's time to part with this group.

They are using you, whether you are an average or plump girl, the skinny girls use you to look good in public, to look popular, to feel exclusive, like teen royalty.

You don't matter to them, they don't care whether you are upset, you are not allowed to defy their opinion, and your opinion does not matter. And if that does not help in getting a clear picture then, try experimenting.

Their constant presence and need to specify that they are skinny will make you insecure of your own self. You would want to know why they get the attention, and sooner or later you will realize that it's because of their figure, and you would want to be like them, but they won't let you.

You deserve better, even when you try to be like them, they will tell you that they like you they way you are, or it is pointless living for public opinion, which by the way is ironical, because they themselves live for public opinion.

You will soon realize that the friends you have are not because they want to know you better, but because they wanna get closer to the skinny girls, they use you to get closer to the popular girls. Your worth should not be defined by the friends you have.

Your personality matters. and till the time you are part of the group, you won't know what kind of personality you have. You won't know who you are and will constantly have to rely on them. And life is way more than that.

Its good to be bad.

"And the princess got her prince" Bleeeekh! That by far is the most disgusting ending! Stories that end with the victory of good disappoint me so much! And I hate heroes and good people in all movies!

With that being said, let me now influence your opinion. Firstly, Villains are powerful. They are hungry for power and can do anything to be powerful. 

Then, of course they always get what they want, until meddling good guys come along to ruin it all. Also, another lovely part about being a villain is that no matter their gender they are powerful and better than everyone and nothing can stand in their way, unlike the good side of course, because being a female means to be a damsel in distress(yuck!) 
To support my statement, some examples are, Ursula, Yzma, Snow Queen, MALEFICENT and of course the lovely Evil Queen.

Another point that I have is that they do whatever they want without caring what people think! I mean its good to be bad than helping some old hag, who by the way is completely capable of working and earning a living for herself! 

And you have to give an extra point to the Villains for their creativity! I mean think about it! Turning people into frogs, cursing someone to sleep forever, A POISONED APPLE!

Their scheming minds are the best! Its way more fun to watch them brew their evil plans full of revenge and hate! The way they make everything work so perfectly, they are so powerful! And a psycho like me adores power! 

Villains are born to rule. They know how to plan, how to keep their power, how to destroy anything that comes in the way and lastly, die a heroic death! 

They don't just die of old age, they die in battle! Which leads me to say that they are also dedicated towards their goal of world domination.

They don't care what people call them, witches, warlocks or whatever! They know that rather than worrying about public opinion it is better to focus on their goal.

Villains don't need other people, they are totally capable by themselves, no prince to aid them, no animal helpers. They are independent.

I saved the best for the last, they are feared! I love the idea of people fearing me rather than loving me! love is a pointless emotion and makes a person weak, but being feared gives power! Love depends on what one does for the other, nothing mutual, but fear is based on how much power you have, and if you know how to use it of course.

Hope you understand that being evil is way more better than some good doer.

Being you.

Hi again.. hope you still read my blog. I know it's been a while, and I will not hesitate one bit in trying to tell you why. 

So, firstly a few days after I had written my previous article, I went on a family trip to Gujarat which is a state in India. And oh my god! The entire experience was just amazing and it would take me probably years to elaborate, so let me summarize it with the help of a few words. Heritage. Temples. Dhoklas (food item).

And after my little trip, I returned and started with school, and all the study-procrastinate timetable came into action. 
After that I had my vacations again, but by this time I felt really lazy to write, and whenever someone told me to, all I said was "I'm all out of ideas, what do I write?" which by the way, was a disaster, because all the adults in my life associated it with only one thing; my phone. And I was bombarded with all the "You're always on your phone!" and "You should try reading books!" And this advice I followed and then another outrage by the senior citizens of my not-so little family, "We meant your coursebooks!" 

So all I can say is that I have been lazy and I'm sorry.

Now addressing the day's topic. Being you.

I know! Stay on this page please! Everybody says this! Everybody tells you this and I know the entire population is tired of hearing it! But if you have heard them, give me a chance too.

And no, I am not gonna fill this article with 'do what you love' and 'achieve success' because we have all been through this! When someone older gives us this advice, this is the only thing they focus on! Success. Success, Success. But, that does NOT describe you! Your success only reflects your hardwork, or if you are the child of a really rich person and totally incompetent but still have a good job then it reflects the cash your parent sacrificed on your incompetent bum! 
 But all this leaves us with one question, what defines you?
And now let me help you! 

First, you must know who you are. I know you are thinking "Ha! That's easy!" and probably have prepared a list of things you like to do. But what you might find funny is that whatever you came up with mostly consists of what your group of friends want you to like. You don't like most of these things, but after so many years of pretence you have forgotten what you like and don't. I used to think I like to dance but I don't! You must rid yourself of all the things you thought you liked. Once you do that, you will also have rid yourself of the public influence.

Ridding yourself of the influence of others? Oh no! What a heinous crime! You can't do that! You have been brought up for others not yourself! Get used to all of this. As differing and uniqueness are two things that society cannot adapt to. And people will judge you. They expect you to live like them, the way being for other people. You have to remember though, you only have one life, why waste it on living for others instead of yourself. 

Also, you must understand that the people who have an issue with your change are the people who do not deserve to be in your life! They are the people who have always been trying to impose themselves on you and it's time to rid yourself of such nagging grannies. Let me also specify, you mother is not a nagging granny. If she has an issue with one of your changes then there is 99% chance that she right. Listen to her.

By this part you have already overcome the tough part, sounds easy but boy is it hard! Now, you must also understand that you are free to voice your opinion. And please, do not get offended if someone does not agree, respect their individuality and retain yours. Also, voicing your opinion is not "Susan you look like Shrek today!" it is more like "I support feminism because--" or "The book in my opinion was--". Do not go about creating unnecessary insecurities for other people. 

Lastly to conclude I must also tell you, there are different types of people all around. Some be themselves by socialising and others, like myself, are themselves in isolation. It is your responsibility to respect them. 
Now, leaving you with a question to ponder upon 'why did the chicken cross the road?'

musical phases probably all of us have had

A day late, I know.. Well, let me start by justifying and saying, that I have been updating even during my examinations. And I was being productive that is why I forgot, and also, I have my Biology exam next and I am still writing for all of you today.

And yet, you are as grateful as this animal. But, since I am so nice, I forgive you.

Anyways, today I thought of reviewing the musical journey of probably all or at least most of us, I am writing about the evolution of music for us all.

The kid phase:

This is when we listen to Humpty Dumpty and all the different Nursery rhymes. The rhymes that instill fear of 'Wee Willie Winkie' and that never explain to us how exactly did Jack and Jill fall from a hill. The rhymes that talks about throwing little cats into wells.

The Swiftie obsession:

This was when I was seven. I was introduced to this song called 'Love story'. 
Disaster. 
Because suddenly I was in love with the idea of a prince charming and balls and gowns. I wanted to be a princess. 
Lesson number one: never let your daughter believe she is a princess because as she grows, reality slaps her and she gets to know about the fact that boys are not princes but smelly swine.


The boy band phase:

This ruins you. It may seem cool at first but as you get some sense in that big brain of yours, you start to see a clearer image of how you have been ruining your social status since such a long time. IT ACTUALLY IS THE WRONG DIRECTION.

The rebel phase:

This is the "cool" phase. The 'I don't wanna fit in' phase. The phase where music is not beats or instruments but screaming words and random words for lyrics. You can make your own rock song all you need to do is sing, for example
" The sheep was dead,
My shirt was red
red was my blood
red was sheep blood
Sheep, oh sheep why'd you die?
Don't you know, that made me cry?"
Sing this while screaming and doused in sweat with shaggy hair and bleeding mascara. Congratulations! You are now a rockstar! 

The music with beats phase:

I guess this image sums up the 'hip hop' culture. All the songs are practically the same. A guy in a vest, some breezy shorts, sitting by the swimming pool or beach or a room made of some shiny material (looks like tin foil to me.) And all they sing about is themselves and how they have used so many people and reached to the top of their "bizz" and "they juz' all dem cray cray 'bout dat money"  It is so overrated. Fine, the beats are nice, but at one point you realize that they are all the same! These songs ruin a person. Completely ruin a person. [Dangerous phase]

Back to basics phase:

After all this musical mayhem that you have survived you finally go to listening soothing, plain songs (old people songs). And instead of music being your social identity it is now a way to spend your free time, because by the time you reach this phase you are boring and an adult.

The no-music zone:

 (I could not find anything so, here is a cat on a unicorn)

This is the last phase, you are pretty old by now and don't have time for music because you are too busy  collecting your dentures and looking for the specs you keep misplacing.

The truth about women~ (Women's day special)

Happy women's day! Isn't it brilliant that this day is on a Wednesday, I get to dedicate an entire article to nothing but the simple brilliance of women! Well, I am not writing about the brilliance of women, but the patriarchal society that we live in.

I know, I know, I have probably lost your interest when I mentioned about the topic I am addressing. But, wait, let me at least begin.

Firstly, let's start with the super sweet thirteen, because this is the starting point of all the trouble. You realize how much unwanted attention you get. This, happened with me when I was in sixth, yes, sixth! I was out grocery shopping with my mom and my best friend/ soul sister, and this really creepy man with one eyeball the color white started talking to me, well not just like a normal talk- talk, but, more like whispering in my ear when he crossed us. What is commendable is that my friend was not able to even understand, except the part where he was staring at us. I was really uncomfortable and I told my mother (obviously) and she helped me out of the situation. After that I honestly did not want to go grocery shopping, and I did not even for at least a few months or so.

The years that have followed, I have learned how to take care of myself, and now just exactly how to break a nose with my knuckles.

Now, lets fast forward to the time when a girl gets married. I know, now you are probably thinking 'how would I know anything about all that?' I am no married and don't see myself getting married in the near future either, but I have pretty reliable sources; namely, 'Crime patrol: Dastak' , 'Saavdhaan India'. If that is not convincing then there is also NDTV and newspapers like TOI. And, if you are still not convinced then there is the amazing daily soaps. Now, I don't follow any particulars because 
a) Anandi exists from when I was seven! (Ballika Vadhu reference) and 
b) they ask for too much commitment, I mean particular days and particular hours.. I am barely on time for school most days! 
 I however, do know about these because, well, not a secret, I know about these the same way every Indian teenager knows about the stories of these serials, through their grandparents watching them every single hour of the day. And, even though my reasoning may seem wrong, but what we must understand is that these shows are made in the way that they are so that they are easy to relate by the targeted audience; old people. And, what else is relatable than the daily life they live but just with good looking people, beautiful saris and background music?

So, as to start about the madhouse that marriage is, I have learnt that the first change that takes place is the cliche dialogue of the mother-in-law to the newly arrived bride that sounds like "From today onwards you are like my daughter, don't be shy, okay?" which actually means " From today onwards I have officially hired you as my personal room service and house keeping facility, you are just like my daughter as she is also living this life in her inlaws' house." 
After this, you start to notice how the girl is forbidden to wear clothes of her choice but has to wears saris (regardless that they are beautiful). She cannot even breathe if her mother-in-law does not want her to. 
Then there, is the taking permission for every decision that it is her right to make. examples are listed below.

• her:"Can I start working?"
• MIL(mother-in-law): No.
• her: "Can I cook Thai food? it's been a while..
• MIL: No. I don't like Thai, you can however make an elaborate meal with butter naans and lot of Tzatziki and to compliment this, Worcestershire.

I hope my point was made clear. Then when the girl, finally gets some sense drilled in her and starts to rebel. The MIL changes from the queen bee to the evil queen bee. She does everything in her power to crush the girl's dreams and ambitions. In fact, to the point where she gives the girl incentive to kill herself. 

And you know what is ironic? The husband, is blind to all of it. The man the girl was promised a happy ever after with is either blind or stupid. 

Then enters the Father-in-law, with his one ambition in life; to collect more dowry and blames the girl for all the problems, probably including ozone depletion because her family did not pay enough dowry. 

Girls, women and even ladies live the life that the men want us to. 

I mean, till what point will we live the life where taking selfies makes us a narc and wearing the clothes we like makes us attention seekers.  Where it is dangerous to stay out late. Where we are not allowed to make the money and be the breadwinners but we surely are allowed to make bread for the family. Where we address our husbands as "ji" and they give us a permanent label of  " arey, sunna" Yes, this is a patriarchal society, but it is not only the male population that made it so cruel but also the MIL who expect a 'bahu' in place of a daughter. 

The day we realize that all together we can smash the patriarchy will be the day I will call this country truly united in diversity, not only in the matter of cultures but also in the matter of genders.

How you are ruining your child.

How many kids do you know who read the newspaper? Are you one of the kids who reads the newspaper? When I say newspaper I don't mean the gossip paper, but the parts of politics, the world and the criminal cases. I don't think so. Why is that? Why is it that your kid or a kid never or seldom opens the newspaper? Here is your answer.

The answer lies in the upbringing of a child. I am fourteen, you are probably thinking that what would I know? I am still a child. But, here's the thing, that is exactly where you are wrong. Just because I am a kid does not mean my ideas or the thoughts that come in my head are stupid.  Adults believe that their's is the only opinion that matters. Children are often told that they are too young. Too young to comment on politics. Too young to know of the worldly problems. Too young to know anything apart from their textbooks. It not only ruins a child from inside it also makes them doubt. 
The originality of their thoughts is killed. They are not individuals anymore. They resort to social media, social media is their escape, their hideaway. They start living commercial lives. Following beauty fads (because since everyone is doing it, it must be smart, right?) 
I want this to be a message for all the adults, you people are making this planet a factory that manufactures robots. The future is of non opinionated sheep, of chaos and of pigheadedness. 
Children stop midway of their thoughts because this statement comes to the mind 'You know what? I am too young to be thinking about this topic.' 
You are manufacturing not bringing up. Nor are you manufacturing children but a generation of straight A's. 
This is not the only way you are ruining the individuality of a child. You send your child to school, in order to learn, but unfortunately this is not what is happening. Let me tell you a secret. A secret all students know but are too afraid to say because 'what do you know?' Here's the thing, school makes your child stupid. Everyday. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. 
In a class of 40, each different mind is made to absorb knowledge in one and only one way. Some don't. Some do. There is no way around it. The teachers teach in this manner. What good is learning if it is not accompanied by understanding and only mugging up?
Tests are another section that ruin your child. The written tests don't determine whether your child is intelligent but the fact that if he is able to remember vocabulary. The terms for body parts, one word that is misplaced and the whole answer is wrong. Education has become a nightmare.

Subjects like art, dance and music have no importance. They are not encouraged. The few who perform for these programs are selected on I don't know what basis. Do the other children not have limbs? Do they not have a voice? Do they not have imagination?  Creation? There exists a label of mediocrity for the children who don't participate. Do you know why they don't want to participate? It is not that they don't want to, they don't get to.  And as a child gets into higher classes she does not even get to participate. My school does not have music lessons for eighth grade and above. From tenth grade we are not allowed to perform or even participate in the Annual day. 

I am fourteen. I don't read the newspaper. I don't score straight A's. I am not qualified to make the above statements. But, other than that. I am fourteen, and I am not stupid. My brain  functions normally. My brain has a million ideas everyday. And I can notice when something is not taking a proper course. With the changing times so should the means of bringing children up. And that I think is an idea worth considering. But hey! What do I know?

let no man define you.

I will be very honest for this article, and let me mention before you start reading this article that this article will have an obscene language. This I think is a very important topic and thought of addressing it, because there is a limit to all the things, we as girls are called. Horrible things, that I am sure would not say if we only knew what they exactly meant.

As girls, we are called  numerous things from a b**** to s**t. And the worst part is that boys say all this to us. They don't even know us. We as girls are very complex beings.

To make this article clearer let me list down all the words used for us and why they are used for us.

• B***h- you will get this if you respect yourself or are confident.
• S**t- if you are pretty or have lot of friends that are guys.
• W***e-if you are confident, have guy friends and laugh in the open. 

Girls also say these to each other. And it disgusts me, because then they are the same girls who cry that people call them such stuff. 
I think it is horrible to even talk about all of this as teenagers. And it is worse to cry about them. 

The entire reason guys say all this to us is because we as girls don't respect ourselves, and if we don't respect ourselves how do we expect boys to respect us. Call me old fashioned, but there is a way of interacting with boys that does not include leaning on them or too much physical contact. It is okay to some extent, but you need to get a grip. There are also certain clothes you should wear if you are meeting boys, not every time do you have to wear shorts, wear pants, stop using "sexist" as a word to hide behind when someone points out that you are not appropriately dressed for a particular occasion. Girls, come on, you are more than that. Wearing revealing clothes will get you attention, but why is that attention costing you your dignity as a girl?

Apart from this, another place where we are wrong is in accepting compliments like 'hot' or 'sexy'. These are cheap. People who have the audacity of giving you such a compliment are nothing but shallow and need to get out of your personal life. No one, I repeat, no one should ever compliment you on what your body looks like, as good as it sounds, let me remind you, the only reason you receive these compliments are because your body looks approving from the media point of view, this meaning, being curvy, having thin thighs, tiny waist, a collar bone and a skinny look. Please wake up! You have to understand someone who appreciates you only because for a change you are wearing revealing clothes and look skinny, are the same people who call you ugly if you look like you don't have a thigh gap in your jeans. You are beautiful, thigh gap or no thigh gap, tiny waist or no tiny waist, a bikini or a gown.  There are hundred other compliments, but people who only call you beautiful when your face is pimple free or your eyelashes look longer, well, I am sorry, whoever these people may be, even your boyfriend, they don't like you for the universe your soul is but because of the plastic doll your body looks like.

I have been called all of the above obscenities and I haven't dealt with them wonderfully. I will be honest, the first time I was called this, well, I sat in my room and cried. I was so confused, what is it in my appearance that makes me look like a girl who has low or zero morals (you know what 'morals' I mean)? Was it the clothes? The friend circle? I tried to change myself, only to receive something worse. And that is when I realized, that people will say these things to you, and you need to stop paying heed. But at the same time take care that whatever they say, should not seem true because you did not bother with carrying yourself properly. 

You are a girl. You deserve to be gentle yet lethal. You are allowed to wear whatever you want, but you must be smart to understand where to wear what. You deserve to receive compliments other than 'hot'/'hawt' and sexy. You deserve the respect you give to yourself from other people as well. And most importantly, you deserve a happiness that is not hindered by what label this shallow world may give you.

To conclude, I would like to apologize for the inappropriate language, and if you are a girl reading this and have been called any or all of these labels, then dear, I believe in you, and you deserve a standing ovation to have made it this far in this horrible, shallow world. If you are a boy  reading this and has ever called any girl the things mentioned above, then, Shame. On. You.