“Not Like Other Girls”

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You know that scene in almost every movie where the male protagonist looks deeply into a girl’s eyes and says, “You know, you are not like other girls,” and the girl takes it as a COMPLIMENT?

What is wrong with the ‘other girls’ you speak of?

They wear make-up and go to parties!!! OMG, so shallow!!!

So what? Is it wrong for a person to make a conscious effort to look good and socialise with others? Is it even more wrong than putting people down? Is it an even bigger crime than bullying?

Why are girls who party and wear make-up put down as shallow?

BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT CONFORMING TO PATRIARCHAL STEREOTYPES ABOUT GOOD GIRLS.

By constantly enforcing that ‘other girls’ are dumb, giggling creatures who only know how to flirt, you are putting down the women who fought for your rights. You are putting down women who have survived horrific cases of sexual assault and rape and still remain brave. You are putting down women who have gone beyond the call of duty to save lives. You are putting down your own mothers, sisters, aunts, nieces, cousins and daughters.

You are letting patriarchy win. You are letting them divide and conquer us.

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By making girls feel inherently ashamed to be a girl because ‘girls are catty drama queens’ (a stereotype created by media), patriarchy is trying to drive home the untruth that boys are better than girls.

 

Here’s what being like ‘other girls’ means. It means that you are kind, smart, warm, funny and a responsible person. Because this is what I’ve observed ‘other girls’ to be like.

Is it really such a bad thing to be like ‘other girls’? Think about it.

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Every time you are tempted to tell, ‘I am not like other girls,’ remember that you are an ‘other girl’ to someone else.


 

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Just A Small Rant

via Daily Prompt: Instinct

I don’t share my grief with people.

Call it instinct. Or call it pride.

Show of sympathy by others when I’m grieving is just that – a show. “I understand what you’ve been through…” No, you don’t. You are just trying to make me feel better, which I appreciate, but the words you speak are as genuine as Donald Trump’s tan.

When I’m grieving, leave me to myself. If you want to help, make a cup of tea.

Don’t give me the “There is a life after death”, “It was meant to be” bullshit. Please.

I may not be an adult, but that doesn’t mean you need to dumb down serious things like death for me. If it hurts, it hurts. No two ways about it.

I like my tablets like I like my words – without sugarcoating.

 

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Strange, how I never saw you

For who you were

And you never saw me

For who I was.

But still.

Your elegant handwriting

Is imprinted in my mind.

Like leaves between the pages

Of a book that was left behind.

But still.

The sounds the keypad made

When I dialled your number

Ring as fresh and familiar

As the rhythm of my heart.

But still.

Your jibes, your taunts,

Your needs, your wants

Get drowned in the memory

Of your tinkling laughter.

Really.

Strange, how time can make

Hell seem beautiful

As if it were viewed through

Rose-tinted glasses.

 

The Fun In Funeral

“When I die,” she declared, “you’ll understand why there is ‘fun’ in funeral.”

Carefree words spoken laughingly by a teenager.

Sixty years later, I was standing at her funeral.

I caught snippets of formal conversation.

“Aye, she was a lovely woman. Always had a kind word for everyone.”

“She lived a long and fulfilling life, God bless her soul.”

A solemn looking boy stood up. He must have been about fifteen, with sorrow making untimely creases on his face.

“My grandmother had a last wish,” he spoke, as everyone in the room perked up at his voice. “Would everybody please gather around the ice-box please? I’d rather tell it all to you so that she can see…” Here, he sniffed and wiped his nose with a tissue “…I kept my promise.”

Many obliging murmurs now. Piqued, I followed suit.

“Here, in this box, lies the best woman I ever knew. And her last wish was…”

He was cut short by a sudden onslaught of…was that blues music?

And was that coming from the ice-box?

“I want to break free! I want to breeeeak free!”

I wasn’t able to hear the rest of the song as it was muted out by the shrill screams of fear coming from the younger women in the room.

It hadn’t sunk in yet to the older people in the room. Their eyes had just popped out, their jaws were slack open, and they were shaking in fear.

Judging by the pandemonium, I could safely say that we’d probably be needing a few more ice-boxes soon.

The ‘solemn’ boy was crying his eyes out in laughter.

“Did you see that, Mom? Best thing I’ve done all my life! Oh, Grandma would’ve LOVED this!”

Well, at least I had expected something of that sort here. She wasn’t someone who would go back on her word, however casually made.


A few weeks later, I visited her house again. Things had pretty much sobered up there after her prank with the ice-box. It was a memorial service today.

The officiating priest had already begun speaking.

“Despite her light-hearted nature and her unfortunate impulse to play pranks on people…even when she was dead” Here, he glared at her grandson, whose laughing eyes were just like his grandmother’s, “…she was a wonderful lady and will be remembered. Peace be with all of us.”

A few sniffs were heard. Some heads shook darkly at her irreverence. Death was no laughing matter.

“Consolations can be offered at the lemon tree beneath which her ashes are buried,” a professional-looking woman showed the way.

A few of us rose to offer our prayers to the departed soul. She was our childhood friend, after all, and who could tell whether I’ll have the chance to come here again?

“May your soul rest in peace, my dear” I said, and stepped towards the tree, as the tangy smell of lemons overcame me. In her typical fashion, she had an X marked at the spot where her ashes had to be buried.

Oops.

Music blared from all the trees.

“Ha ha ha ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive! Ha ha ha ha, stayin’ aliiiiiiiiiiiive!”

Well, she definitely had fun at her funeral.

Can’t say the same for the woman who fainted at both the occasions though.


So hey, that’s my lame attempt at a comeback after months of silence. School sure can get tiring!

Oh, and the songs? “I Want To Break Free” is by Queen and “Stayin’ Alive” is by the Bee Gees. Lots of love to you if you see the connection.

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Happy 400, Will

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Lovely Google Doodle here

 

 

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

William Shakespeare

The first work of Shakespeare’s that I read was an abridged version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, back when I was eight. I remember being enthralled by the beautiful name of the play. Whoa, I thought. Think about combining midnight and summer.

Then, the sheer number of characters attracted me: Titania, Puck,  Oberon. And the love quadrilateral with people of similar names. I remember having a headache trying to differentiate between Hermia and Helena, and their confusing loves. A petty eight-year-old, no wonder.

Now, I’m much older, and having read some more Shakespeare (and other authors), I feel that an average human lifespan is not enough to appreciate his insight into life.

Here’s to a happy 400 years of peace and quiet to William Shakespeare. You will love long in our hearts. You have lived quite long there, actually. Whatever.

Cheers!

Mads

Heartfelt

Padding my heart with excuses

From the prick of my conscience

Been avoiding this for long

This was equally my fault

As much as it was yours.

Either I have gathered my guts

Or I’m drunk with stupidity

I hate to admit it, but

YES, I was responsible too

For burning down our

Non-existent bridges.

YES, I was the catalyst

Who sped our inevitable fall

Your mistake does not seem

As unforgivable as before

When I compare it with mine.

All those nostalgic days

Tinted with laughter…sigh…

I know we can’t remake our past

But now that it’s all said and done

Will you find it in your heart

To forgive my folly?

 

This goes out to you…

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Mind-bogglingly insane

Or so sensible that it kills me

Optimistic and ever ready for a bit of fun

Never seen you angry (thankfully)

Indeed lovely with ivory skin and ebony hair

Sweet, smart and sassy

Always there for a friend, no matter what.

Happy birthday to you!

 

Wishing you common sense, brains, and an even larger heart on 13th April. Many happy returns to the infernally awesome  M••n¡$@# .  And yeah, this is my birthday gift to you. No more expectations!

Cheers!

Mads

P.S. – And thanks for the promotion!

 

Meet The YOLOS – #2

And since no one bothers about Jim Moriarty, let me get on with the next YOLO: poker face Amith.

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Okay, he doesn’t look like that, but he pulls the best poker face I know.

Appearance –  I told you, a nerd with a poker face…

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This is a ‘slight’ exaggeration…

The exaxt opposite of Sanjana. Cool, calm and collected. World is ending? So what? Sanjana flunking? So what? Me dying? SO WHAT?

Sometimes, you get really infuriated with it…

He has escapologist tendencies…as you are soon gonna see…

How our conversations go-

-In presence of a girl who likes him (and whom he detests)-

Me – So,your spirit animal is a polar bear. And her spirit animal is a bear. (*slow evil smile*)

Moonisah – Implies…(*wink wink*)

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Him – The polar bear just goes into hibernation.

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Me and Moonisah – *poker face*

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Get what I mean?

Spirit Animal – Enough of pulling his leg. He is a sweet guy, who in Moonisah’s words, …is really sensitive, but does not show you the hurt he feels within.” He is pretty friendly and helpful (duh!) and MAKES THE FUNNIEST JOKES EVER!!! He also absolutely rips of anyone who hurts him (or his friends for that matter).

So he sort of reminds me of that polar bear from His Dark Materials, Iorek Byrninson:

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Absoultely sweet, but hiding somewhere (or something?)  in there…

Spirit Song – He claims that it is One Direction’s What Makes You Beautiful . No contradictions there (gasp!). He is right.

So who are the (armoured) polar bears among your friends? Do let me know in the comments below!

P.S. – People who do not comment are at great risk of getting mauled by a polar bear. Fair warning given.

P.P.S.- This post was another excuse to post cute polar bear pics.

P.P.P.S. – Anybody who hints at the above P.P.S. gets mauled by me.

 

Meet The YOLOs – #1

So, yeah. Exams are going on, and I have a hell lot of stuff to study. So why don’t I blog for a while?

Today, you’ll be meeting one of the most…let’s say, colourful members of the YOLO group. Ladies and gentleman, please welcome (with slow claps): THE FREAK-OUT QUEEN (AKA Sanjana)!!!

Appearance – This is how she usually looks:

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Legend has it that the day Sanjana relaxes before a test, the world will end and everybody will die. In order to let this prophecy remain unfulfilled (and thus, “save” everyone), she freaks out (and freaks other people out) everyday. That’s commitment and dedication for you.

How our conversations go –

-Before the exam-

Me: Hey, you studied for tomorrow’s exam?

She: No dude, I’m going to fail, I’ll die at the end of this exam, I’ll get very less, I’ll lose some 80 marks in the paper (the paper’s for 90 marks), my mom will kill me, I’ll end up on the roads (some crap that I stop listening to)…

Me – Chillax, It’s going to be…

She – No, no, no! What if everything I DON’T know comes in the exam? What if everyone passes EXCEPT me? What if…(some other waht-ifs that I can’t hear as I have plugged my ears)…

-After the exam-

Me: Hey, how did it go?

She: Horrible! I’m losing three marks! THREE FREAKING MARKS! My life sucks! My mom will kick me out of the house, I’ll end up on the road, I’ll start begging…

Me- *mega facepalm*

Friendship- She is the eternal victiom of our endless practical jokes (*slow evil smile*). Let’s just say that making her watch Pillow Talk (“It’s a song JUST made for you! Do listen, you’ll love it more than you loved The Heart Wants What It Wants!”) did not instill her faith in true friendship…

Other than that, she is a SWEET person, once you get past the fact that she derives immense pleasure from annoying others.

th7I8DOX55She makes you go like this at times, but once in a blue moon, she tells this to you:

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And you be like:

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And then she be like:

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Really. She IS eternally annoying, sweet and (you guessed it) freaking out.

Spirit Animal – Must be a jackass that can transform into a rabbit at will (and yes, those two MUST freak out on a daily basis).

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Spirit Song – If Ed Sheeran wrote “Freaking Out Now” instead of Thinkink Out Loud, that would be her spirit song…

So what sort of freak-out friend do you have? Let me know in the comments below!

P.S. – Wanna see her actually freaking out? See the comments here and below!

 

Keep Calm and YOLO

It’s been a while since I saw you guys, and man, haven’t you guys changed! So have I, and thankfully, it’s all been upward!

My class got shuffled, and I have just met the best people on Earth. Meet the YOLO group, consisting of  my new found friends-siblings-rivals-jerks Moonisah, Sanjana, Amith and Vineet! Easily the most rocking humans I know. So you guys may blame (or maybe love) them for keeping me away from this blog for so long!

I’ve become such a positive, confident, secure and happy person that I’m not even able to recognize myself anymore! As some of my old readers know, I’ve been (*ahem*) a “little” bitchy. Now, I’m filled with love which I’m ready to share. Anybody down in the dumps? Post below, and I’ll see whether I can cheer you up! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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See ya all soon!

Mads 🙂

P.S. – To all those who read my blog (and my friends):

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Cheers!