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.

Breakups! (Valentine's day special.)

Once upon a time there lived a fair maiden, fairer than the word fair itself. The perfect ingénue who fell in love with a charming prince. Little did she know that the prince was a wicked man, a beast, a man who was a disgrace to the male population. The girl was, however, irrevocably in love with him. One not so fine day, he broke her heart, it shattered into a thousand pieces. Her friends were all worried on how to take care of her, and then, a miracle happened. They read this very scroll that you are about to read;

Yes, I am back, yet again with another piece of advice! As we all know, Valentine's day was yesterday. A day of love, cheer, affection, passion and compassion (yeah right..). To be honest, it is just an excuse to eat expensive food and make an ordinary Tuesday happy by making it feel special. I was going to post a love story, since it has been really long since I did, but I couldn't fathom anything without either putting in a lot of pain or magic. So, I decided to talk about breakups..I know, I should have waited. Sorry in advance for killing the Romantic vibe. 

As you all know, breakups are pretty common, especially among those little brats who don't listen to your parents, and go in relationships. From my previous articles it is crystal clear that I detest this ideology. But, of course, even though I am against it, I shall make it clear that I am a normal girl and I do crush on people, and have never been in a relationship, please follow my example. I guess three paragraphs is a pretty long introduction, so without wasting more time I shall begin!

 First, one must know that the victim must be handled with a lot of care, the victim is very sensitive and emotionally unbalanced. So, to stabilize the emotional status, you, as responsible friends must dispose of all the belongings of the one called the dreaded Ex. The belongings and mementos may include some gifts, accessories or even a stinky sock perhaps.

Second, I like to call this step, 'clearing the junk and making room.' Let me elaborate. This step is devised in two phases.

Phase 1: De-clutter 

This includes deleting pictures, number and also the songs that remind the victim of the terrifying Ex. 

Phase 2: Re-clutter

This includes filling the victim with junk like a tub of ice cream or new shoes, regardless that the victim may have hundred other pairs, you need to love the victim and make it feel special.

Third, I have no name for this step but what it consists of is being a patient listener. This is the most difficult of all, you have to deal with the sobbing, wailing, screaming and emotional parkour (mood swings.) Let me warn you, that your t shirt may be used a tissue.

Fourth, burn down the pictures, one by one, and instead of de-cluttering you can burn or flush down the belongings. Make sure the victim is with you when you are doing all of this.

Fifth, make the victim listen to BMTH (bring me the horizon) and Nirvana, because believe me, a bunch of screaming kids, drums and electric guitar make AMAZING music. 

DO NOT! I repeat DO NOT, let the victim listen to Taylor Swift.

Sixth, this is the most exciting step, if you have followed the above steps correctly, then your victim is boiling with rage, and now its time for revenge. It is one of those proud moments watching the victim screaming curses over the phone to the Ex, you created that monster, you should be super happy.

Lastly, not a step but certain ideas for revenge

• You can shave off their eyebrows while they are asleep.
• You can be a pretty good vandal.
• Putting glitter in the A/C vent of the car, always works and is super fun.
• Prank calling the parents.
• Praying they step on a lego.
• Scribble in the notebooks.

I know all of this sounds really petty, but believe me, it is super FUN! And here I leave you, empowered with new knowledge and weaponry, happy moving on! ;)