Expectations are waste

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You know where does it all gets complicated “Expectations”. We inspite of all the ugly truths of the world decide to expect. Expect from our relations. Expect from life. Expect from strangers even sometimes. 

Too much expectations causes pain. Deep pain. I always expected too much from my relations and as a result  i end up causing myself a lot of pain, sorrow. Nobody knows us  better than our pillows . It has seen the curves of our smile and miseries of our tears. Its difficult to stop expecting. Stop hoping. Its really difficult. Maybe next to impossible sometimes. But the crazy us keeps hoping for a bright day and a better future with someone who doesn’t even cares.

For The Ones Who Know What Its Like To Be “BULLIED”.

Recently I have been watching 13 reasons Why. Those of you who must have seen it or know about it can relate to my further sentences a little better. And those of you who are not in the “oh my god you have Netflix list” trust me its still cool you’ll make your way through this. And as I am too helpful(maybe) I can give you a gist obviously.

13 reasons Why is about one of those sensitive, innocent, “trying hard to make friends” kind of kids at school. All the popular ones reading this you know you were once a part of this cursed group.  Only you were lucky enough to succumb the mishappenings and be where you are. There are some who kept struggling.

Having passed out of school I guess I can talk about it. And be suggestive too because now I would be heard , understood and followed.  A class is a bunch of hooligans truly as teachers  call it. Or maybe a fish market sometimes. It was all too annoying back then but everybody later misses it. I miss it already. However my matter of concern in this very blog is the shy group. The ones that are not shy because they are born with it, they are shy because they are forced to. Forced by the kids who think they own the school.

But there are situations where it all doesn’t happens willingly. Sometimes we sit in groups ,chat ,have fun. The fun turns into teasing and then mocking. This continues until days , years and we still think its okay. Because the victim or maybe “your friend” never shows it. What happens next is terrifying. Emotional breakdown, low self-esteem and much more gigantic words that we can’t even imagine. These I know are ultra super boring words we keep listening in assembly or our class or maybe in hallway. Totally agreeing. But be careful maybe you are the victim one day because you never paid any attention to it. You always let it go. Just because it never happened to you doesn’t mean it cant happen to you. Be aware of your actions buddy. I know what’s school like. I know what it is like to have fun, enjoy, make friends and chill out. But unfortunately I also know how it’s like to be bullied. And trust me it can scare the shit out of you specially when you can’t discuss about it.

PS. You can talk about this to me. I can help you with what you’re going through. I am a survivor.

#JuStIcE for ASIFA

The sacred place where millions of people deliver prayers and seek blessings. The place where all sins are washed away. Place where god resides alongwith positivity. How will those millions devotees wash away this act of transgression? And how will that family or any family believe in god?

How far will this urge go? How far would this intensify?
How deep is this lust and urge for sex? The others get raped as they looked appealing. How sensual did the  innocent girl of 8 looked? Did she wear clothes that showed her tiny legs or she didn’t wear any clothes at all?

Waking up to such a shakening news is disgusting. What seems more disheartning is seeing our leaders making it a HINDU-MUSLIM issue. Really? I feel ashamed of being a part of such political system. How many more young and lively childhood innocence we have to sacrifice for quenching the thirst of these defamers.

#Justice For Asifa

“PERKS OF NOT GIVING A FUCK”

Oh shit did I just say the F word! Crime that would be I am sure. The police might be here any minute. (Kidding).  But id love to salute if you seemed to chilled out after reading the taboo word.

The point is, all that beautiful ladies out there if you were okay seeing this !! It means you don’t give a fuck. And if u don’t give a fuck, believe me babes you’re on the right track. Our elders have taught us to say no but also said not to argue which actually means we must not voice our opinions. No matter what! Only because they are elder to us and “experienced”  and truly they are. But don’t we all too understand our world a lot more than everybody think we do or can.

In a world where the lives of females are daunted by the terror of patriarchal society how essential it is to learn the art of denial. 

The dress might be shorter than people could accept with their eyes, the neck must be deeper than the “decent” cms, the lipstick could be darker than what suited the daylight. But its okay!!!!!! Because you must know how to not give a fuck. When did the saree or a salwar kameez prevent the rape or yes the age for that matter? If there is a problem, the problem is those bastards out there. Those men , those boys who have not been raised the right way.

If I can be taught the ways to dress , the way to walk? Why cant the parents teach him to respect and to call a women by her name not by his and his friends ratings.

8-Month-Old Girl Raped In Delhi Has Internal Injuries

Swati Maliwal, who heads the Delhi Commission for Women, visited the infant in hospital after the attack and has urged a change in the law to deter such attacks in the city known as the country’s rape capital.

Delhi | Agence France-Presse | Updated: January 31, 2018 20:57 IST

Its not just about Delhi its about the world. This piece of news says it all. While the entire world was busy watching and discussing the PADMAVAT or the PADMAVATI riot this is what happened,  this is actually the topic that demanded riots, protests agitations, discussions and action all over the world. But because “I don’t give a fuck” I can talk about it . Would you? And if yes when will you?

Dont go change the world! begin with you and your friend circle. A momentarily pleasure for you may ruin her life. Mind that!

 

“The world is one and stands together ” (Does it?)

Rescue us 

From the entangled wars of life
Wrapped tightly with rivalry and enmity
Subjugating down the towns of humanity

The enmity; roots of which is unknown
Some claim to be coming from hearts
Some from the hatred for cultures
Some from the deep rooted affairs of ancestors
Some from worthless state of minds

Sacrificing lives yet filling souls with hatred
Losing their men yet fighting for pointless issues

Where with world lead?
Where will our children grow their children and they theirs ?
What history will be taught in their textbooks?
What feelings will their heart be filled with?
Will it still would be the same infuriation we grew up with?
Or the world will change and their history books will read
“The world is one and stands together ”
Keeping hopes high!!!
                                                   ——SANCHITA SINGH

Until you’re broken,you dont know what you are made of. It gives you the ability to build yourself all over again, but stronger than ever.

Life has always been so complicated for the ones who’d actually wanted to live it. The twist and turns proves out be so intensive at times that it drives the grit out of one’s soul. 

Today is Alisha’s parents 23rd anniversary. Sitting at the window staring at the perfect nature outside; the birds chirping, the wind blowing in its full sway giving shivers down the body, the voices from the kitchen of utensils cooking the meal for the day. And the laughter from the neigbourbood  family who sits together for every meal to spend some family time. A tear rolls down from the corner of her eye. All her memories from the past just sprangs up and fills her heart with pain.

Alisha just wanted a life for herself. A family that celebrated anniversaries,birthdays,Christmas together.  Friends with whom she could share her crushes stories and breakdowns. Ironically money and shopping was not in the list. 

The tragic story is ; she got none. She lost her childhood among the screamings and fighting of her parents, separation of her family at the age of nine, friends that have always ditched her. Alisha still tried to make up things but the young though chubby figure couldnt make a change where there was no hope.

Her life has been terrible and full of despair. Although her will to live is extraordinary. Inspite of her deep miseries and sorrows Alisha has always been able to cope and make a change in her life if not in somebody’s else. 

Random thoughts.

“Women strength is mistaken by the tears she sheds. None quantifies the monster that might evolve from the misery”.

“A woman must be constant in her character and diverse in what she wears”.

                               -Sanchita Singh 

Dont underestimate her

Dont catch hold of her

She can fly beyond the horizon
She can run farther from the far fetched distances
She can’t be chased
She cant be stopped

If ever tried she will ignite
She’ll Burn the filth
Tear into pieces

None cant be what she is
None cant dare what she already did

Dont be surprised ,be mesmerized
This she is no one but our innerside.

Enough of beautiful
Its time for pretty and bold
Enough of running
Its time for winning the gold.

             -Sanchita Singh