It’s my third year, second semester. I don’t know what to do!! I have freaking no idea!! We didn’t have classes this semester because of various reasons!! I have two weeks left more. And in this two weeks, I have to attend a farewell and a Puja at my place. It feels like the world is falling apart. It feels like time is slipping away and I, I am standing here. Looking at everyone in the rat race, sulking.
This was my plan of study. But I haven’t been following any. I need you guys to help me because my friends are also busy studying. I have placements next year. I can’t prefer flunking in any subject!! What do I do?? Please help me out!!
This number may seem too less for a few of you and so much for some. For me, it is one of the best feelings. I remember, I started blogging in and around 27th of September, 2015. I started writing down my feelings and my thought process by taking a leap of faith. My journey with writing started way more early. I was seven when I wrote my first poem for mom. I thought everybody writes, that’s not a big deal. I won may prizes and certificates for elocution, essay and poetry.
I reached my early teenage. I wasn’t very passionate about writing. I just remember that I always used to top in English and people wondered that how could I do it. Let me tell you, I was an ICSE student and we had to read complete plays of Shakespeare and stories and poems about other authors. I enjoyed reading Shakespeare. I am a vivacious reader. I used to complete all the English assignment of my classmates. Writing came to me naturally.
Life isn’t the same all the time. After I passed out school, I met with an accident. An accident, called love. I know, you guys will argue that why am I calling love an accident though it’s a beautiful feeling. Loving the wrong person is almost equal to a fatal accident. It was a three year long relationship after which he left me shattered.
That is when I started writing with all my heart and soul. I ain’t asking for any pity. It’s better to be envied than pitied. I couldn’t tell anyone about how it felt. My first break up at the age of nineteen. I was too young to take the hit. I was scarred, emotionally drained and was about to give up but then writing happened. I decided not to be the victim of my life. I decided to fight and make myself happy and a stronger being. I decided that I will convert this energy into something positive and I will not let any other girl suffer like me. I started talking to people who had break ups. Today most of my friends and classmates come to me to talk about their problems. They thank me when they are out of them. It gives me immense of pleasure to help someone in need. Then I started writing blogs on how to deal with break ups, and relationships. There was a change in me, I became a stronger individual. I became what I am today. 🙂
P.S: Dear ex, if you are reading this, I would thank you. No hard feelings. I am thankful to God that you came into my life, showed me few beautiful moments, hurt me and gave me a room to improve myself as a human, as a writer. If you weren’t there then I would never discover this side of mine. You scarred me so bad that I started seeing the beautiful me. I don’t regret having you once in my life. Thank you once again and remember, karma is a bitch.
Thank you to all for reading my rant. Thank you for becoming my second family. Welcome to the clan and Chao!! 🙂
So it’s a day after Women’s Day and I really feel like writing down something. I have exams in a couple of days so, I ain’t able to write more often. There is a post by @SumitOfficial that I read and I thought why not put down my views on Women’s Day and women.
Here, I would like to talk about a word that is creating a lot of controversies. The word is ‘feminism.’ Most of the people tell that it is about strengthening women. I would like to quote it like, it is about women who are already strong. It is about changing the world’s perception of ‘strength.’ I have a few things to tell to all the men out there.
“You guys don’t have to treat us like princesses. We are normal beings. You don’t have to worship us like Goddess. We are mortals like you. You don’t have to make us feel superior. We are equals. You don’t have to flood us with good words. We love hearing the truth. You don’t have to give us immense of respect. Just respect us and we will respect you back. You don’t have to be our brother, father, boyfriend or any male relative to protect us from goons. You just have to be a good human. Again, to protect us, please don’t lock us up in a room. We can go out and work. You don’t have to earn for us, we are equally capable, remember? Last but not the least, every girl who tells a ‘no’ to your proposal should not be treated with acid. Every girl who loves making love isn’t a slut and ain’t asking you for it. If we like you, we will approach. Just give us some space, and we will take you by amaze.”
And here’s to every women:
“Immense of potential we behold in us. An ocean of strength waving within us. Let’s pledge, we shan’t give up when the entire world pulls you down and doesn’t let you fly, break all the shackles and pave your roads to success.
Thank you for reading and please comment and like my post if you enjoyed reading it. Adios till my next post and welcome to the clan. 🙂
And such beautiful message that made my day!! It feels so good when someone encourages you and pushes you forward to work hard and achieve higher goals. It is truly said that, it isn’t how much time you spent with a person, it’s about the connection formed and enhanced.
To all the women, be strong and be ambitious. Don’t settle down for anything less. Don’t be judgemental about other women who are more beautiful or successful than you. Being a women is a beautiful feeling. Please enjoy!!
So the photo and title say it all!! Happy Women’s Day to all the wonderful ladies out there.
Sometimes you just feel like giving in. No matter how strong you are, the pressure sucks away all the positivity. You try to run away from the harsh realities of life, hide from the surroundings, camouflage yourself. You find solace in darkness but something inside you, devours you, chews you and swallows you down. You have become numb to all the pains. There are secrets lying deep within you which you don’t want to reveal, it’s pretty personal. You would like to lock it in a box and throw the keys into the deepest of oceans and the box in some unfathomable underground mines. Your soul is long dead, if it’s isn’t then you are killing it. Your insides are churned, charred and left aside to die.
You are alive. Is it not enough? You are breathing that implies you still have some unfinished projects left in life. God closed a door, it led to darkness instead he opened several doors that allowed immense of light to flood your room with. You know why?
Till you have your breath, you have an inevitable aim.