Basic concepts for a revolution

You know how I write articles about letting women and girls be themselves, wear whatever they want and do what pleases them, and in the midst of all this I just assume that people will understand that it is applicable for both the genders? Well, you will be surprised to know that people lack the basic brains to understand this concept. I am just really angry at the moment, so I am apologizing before beginning. This article may get a little aggressive.

And also, boys, I am so sorry that I didn't realize that people are actually stupid enough to not understand these very basic concepts. I'm sorry that I didn't write this article earlier. Just so sorry.

*sigh.* Let me try my best to say this in the nicest way possible. 

STOP CALLING YOUR SELF FEMINISTS IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!  IT IS NOT ONLY ABOUT UPLIFTING WOMEN BUT ALSO ABOUT EQUALITY, AND HOW ARE YOU CONTRIBUTING TO THIS IF ALL YOU DO IS SET NEW SOCIAL NORMS FOR BOYS WHILE BREAKING THE OLD ONES FOR GIRLS?!

I know, there is one question that is probably nagging you right now. What made me so mad? Well, to be really honest I have been hearing things like "kpop is gay." and that kpop idols look gay. And frankly speaking, I was pretty immune to it. Like 'haters gonna hate' kind of a deal. But then, one day I was telling my bestfriend about my undying love for Jeon Jungkook and she says "no offense but, he looks gay." And no, I am not mad at her, but what she said made me realize that it's not 'haters gonna hate' that makes people call kpop idols gay, it's actually the very very stupid social norms they have hardwired in their stupid brains. I'm sorry, that sounds rude. but in my defense I warned you before I began. 

Also, I wouldn't be this mad if it was just that she had said, but oh no. This is what happened. I sent her the photos. She said he looked gay. I said, you can't judge his face, he is a different ethnicity and not all good looking guys look like Westerners or Europeans or even hunky, bearded Indian men. She then says, that it is not the face, it is his body language. Firstly, however did this genius person manage to decipher the body language of a person from a photograph?! Secondly, gay people don't have a different body language, they are normal people who like people of the same gender. That's it. really, that's all there is to it, I am so sorry to disappoint you. And then she says his earrings make him look gay. So, according to this logic, girls have the right to wear whatever they want, but it is somehow not applicable for boys? And lastly, she says he looks like 'hoshiyaar khan' who was transgender in a tv show. And that royally pissed me off. She does not know the difference between transgenders and gays. 

Now now, I don't hate her, neither do I blame her, it is okay to not know. In fact right now, all I want is her forgiveness for including the above paragraph. The thing is, I really cannot deal with this. It angers me. Really angers me. Boys should be allowed to be themselves. It is a very basic right. Let's call it the right to expression.

 A boy can wear makeup, know why? Because makeup is not girly, it is to enhance the facial features. To highlight certain details of the face. And since, boys and girls both have faces, both of them can use makeup.

Earrings too. They are pieces of jewelry. Everyone has a right to wear those too. If boys are "allowed" to wear bracelets and chains, then they sure as hell are allowed to wear earrings. 

Looks. Let's be real. No one looks flawless. No face is girly, no face is manly. A face is just a face. A face is simply bones, muscles and some important sense organs together to help make life easier. 

Body language is again not different for different genders. I mean, if you can all fight about letting a girl sit the way she wants and walk the way she wants, its okay for boys to do the same too.

Lastly, the word 'gay' is not an adjective. it is someone's sexuality. And if that is a big word to absorb then treat it like another gender. So, the next time you want to call someone or something 'gay' think of it like this: "That picture is so boy" or "That boy is so girl." Doesn't make sense? Well, neither does calling someone gay for no reason. Or to be more specific neither does calling someone gay because they don't fit into your ideal type of 'boy' or 'girl'

And as I conclude this little venom spewing, too bitter to swallow and really rude article, I will like to leave all of you with one thought: Everyone wants change, but are we really working towards change if we are breaking out of social norms only to impose them on someone else?

Being addicted to the K-pop drug.

Hi! I am back! My exams are over and I can finally write! Okay, so although I am not being totally honest, my exams have been over for a while now its just I didn't feel like writing. Anyways, let me just start with this article. 

K-pop. What is K-pop? Well, it stands for Korean pop and it is addictive, that's why I am calling it a drug.  People will wonder, how can someone be addicted to music in such a manner that it starts to actually become harmful? I have no answer to that question. It is what it is. K-pop is a totally different type of music genre its not like your plain ol' vanilla pop it is way better and if I am being totally honest, I don't understand most of it. 

Before I start voicing my various theories on the genre let me first walk you through how I got addicted to it. (it may get a little dramatic)

Some time in November, 2017: The day it all began.

The day started as any other day, little did I know that this was the day, my life would change forever. I never knew of the evils that lurk in the darkness of this world. I never thought that I would ever be a part of that dark world.  It could never occur to me that my own best friend could do something like that to me. She sashayed into my house with her ancient mobile phone and forced me to listen to these demonic group called BTS. I hated it, and if I could go into the past right now I would go and slap myself really hard for hating it.

Mid December, 2017 : The first time it hit me.

After she introduced me to this dangerous drug that drove me to the brink of losing my sanity. I came face to face with terms like "bias", I never felt the need to use words like that because I had never been faced with picking a favorite. I had started understanding the mesmerizing language of these demons from hell. I had also come to understand that these demons disguised as angels to fool the innocent. I had started singing along.

January, new year: The drug is changing me.

I never thought I will say this, but they make me want to dance. They make me want to learn their dance choreographies. On New Year's eve all I wanted to do was dance to their songs. I couldn't bring myself to dance to anything else including 'Despacito'. Everyone dances to that song, but not me. I craved 'Blood, Sweat and Tears' by BTS.

Mid January, 2018: I get introduced to a new drug 'English Speakeu.'

I think it has finally happened. I, Annie has finally cracked. I found myself watching BTS speaking english, and blushing. Yes, I blushed. Those boys make me smile. They have changed everything I thought I knew about myself. It is not normal anymore. It is unhealthy. If I don't make it, just know that I never intended it to go this far.

February, 2018: I think I have forgotten english.

If  not forgotten, then most definitely forgotten how to speak it without it sounding like Korean. The way I speak sounds like Korean, my accent has been affected. 

mid Februry,2018: Withdrawal symptoms.

I thought of getting over it, I couldn't. It made me cranky, I tried, I really did. I didn't want to be addicted anymore. This is beyond my control. I can't put up with this anymore. I think I will go back to it. 

March, 2018: I now know who I love.

It came to me slowly, but now, I know that I am in love with Jungkook. Things will never be the same again, he has affected me in so many ways. He is perfect. In fact I don't think I will ever like any other boy. I don't find any guys from my country attractive anymore. My standards have become higher, if speaking to me was difficult earlier, it's impossible now. All I know is that Jungkook is the one for me, no one else.

Yay! So, now you know my journey, although highly exaggerated, it gives a little idea of what K-pop does to people, or rather what it did to me.

Here are my various observations:

1. It is marketed as a very innocent genre:

Very rarely have I found any song about any dark, shady topic, there is no song with abusive words in it, no song about sex or drugs or any other thing that may become really awkward to listen to in the presence of your parents.

 Speaking of innocent, the idols also maintain a very boy-like or girl-like personality. They dress in clothes that make them look cute and innocent rather than hot. What I love about K-pop is that the guys don't try to become hunky and "manly" the way Harry Styles or Niall Horan just changed. The little boy personalities really suited them.

2. The lyrics are beautiful rather than just being meaning less.

The song lyrics are genuinely beautiful, they have meaning and depth and more often than not are about addressing some social issue. Another thing I love about it is that body positivity is a topic that boy bands sing about and not just girl groups. In my opinion it is really important to talk about it, I mean the beauty industry is everywhere and is doing what it does best, making beautiful people insecure about what their looks, and in a world like this it is really important that people who have a large fan base talk about getting over these issues.

3. They dance.

Their dance routines are wow. They are not like any average pop star who doesn't dance, just holds a mic and sings. They dance. I really respect that, their routines are super tough and they sing while dancing and they still don't breathe heavily. Their singing doesn't show that they are possibly really tired because of their dancing.

4. They are humble. So humble.

All of them work so hard, but consider themselves no better than their fans. They live like ordinary people rather than rich, bratty pop stars and that is something you don't get to see very often. They talk about working hard and not being good enough in their live streams, they say that what they do is no big deal and that they should work harder. I am in awe of these people.

That aside, just between you and me, I have realized that I know these people so well, I know exactly what their personalities are and who they are, although I have never in my life met these people or spoken to them. That is the power of the Internet. 

Before I wind up, let me tell you who my favorite groups are and who all are my bias.

1. BTS

bias: Jungkook

2. Got7

bias: Mark Tuan

3. Big Bang

bias: G Dragon

4. T ARA

bias: Boram

Also, some song recommendations:

Blood, sweat and tears by BTS

Lie by Jimin

Bang bang bang by big bang

Sugar free by T ARA

Ice cream cake by red velvet

Never ever by Got7

Literally anything by BTS

Overall, why some people hate K-pop is beyond me. 

K bye. 

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