A Little Less Of Cynicism Never Hurt Anyone!

Rest in Peace Yash Chopra.

What has this post got to do with that? Well, a lot! If you're active on Twitter, you might have noticed the dozens of jokes and RIP tweets floating around tonight.

But there's a 3rd category as well (oh yes!). These are the people who think no one is genuinely sad. Or cares. Or hurt. Or anything at all. Because, of course, they're so smart, they know better.

There's a BIG difference between being a realist and not having rosy ideas about life, and being cynical and then there are people who just want to spew crap around, but that's for a different day!

Basically, cynicism doesn't really help anyone. The dreamers will dream. The weepers will weep. 

Why do we all have this need of shoving down our ideas and view points down peoples' throats? 

Why do we feel the need to let everyone know how our future is bleak and tell the innocent that dreams are only seen by the ones who are weak?

This could be (or is) just my way of thinking, because I'm not someone who believes there's no hope. Or believes we can change the world. I've got my feet in two places and no, that's not me being diplomatic! :P 

I believe there IS hope, we CAN do things, but I don't see anything having in the foreseeable future if we all do continue this way.
Because, the odds are definitely not in our favor at the moment ..  

So the next time you see some tweet/status/anything, don't crush their hopes. Don't think it's your 'responsibility' to inform them about 'reality'. It isn't.

And more over, try and introspect (yeeah,I can haz big words on my blog too!) why you think the way you do.

And I know I'm all 17 and shizz, and 'I ain't seen nothing in life yet' but there are TONS, like literally so many people who've lost loved ones in wars/accidents/terrorism acts, and still believe in the good in people. Believe in betterment of people. Believe in change. Believe in belief.

Thanks to Blogadda's WOW program thing, I finally wrote something along these lines!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Take care and stay safe & sound! x

Maira.

" .. And that was the end of my hair problems!" Maira ended, which was followed by great exclamations, encouraging whoops and applause.

She exited the stage and happened to bump into a fairly good looking young woman. 

"Maira?"

"It's m'am to you" came the quick reply from somewhere in the crowd surrounding this famous beauty.

"Wait, have I seen you somewhere?" Niki asked Maira.

"Figure it our yourself Miss Bully" she muttered under her breath and left.

Niki was bewildered for quite some time .. Firstly she was late and she missed the chance of interviewing Miss Universe 2012 Maira, she was sure to get it tomorrow at the office. But that, strangely enough, wasn't what was nagging at her mind.. 'What did she mean by that sentence? Bully? What's she talking about?' Niki thought, as she got out of the lift, walking towards her house.

She entered to see her roommate stretched on the couch, watching television. The channel was broadcasting Maira's interview/press conference.

" .. and hey, I didn't get here unscathed. I was bullied. In school, oh yeah, don't gasp or look at me like that, I was bullied. But I wasn't all that fat, or ugly, and I wasn't hit, well then what happened? Let me tell y'all.

I was the only girl in my class who never did anything to my hair. I had pretty decent black locks which went down my lower back, which I always kept braided or tied up in a ponytail whenever I left home.

My parents were pretty conservative, not the type to keep me in the dark about boys and growing up and everything, but I wasn't raised up in a surrounding that made me want to experiment and color my hair. Among all the straightening, curling, bonding, streaking and dyeing, my hair was always the constant. Now a lot of girls kept getting mad at me because the teachers would always reprimand them, but since there was no such rule that said we couldn't do whatever we wanted with our hair, they could do nothing but lecture the class. The teachers would often take my name as an example, but hey, I wasn't some teacher's pet or anything. Far from it" Maira said, and giggled, her endearing dimples on display.

"I went to parties, I played basketball, I studied too, but was pretty average. The girls in my class would put chits into my bag calling me names, they would prank call at my house at times too.

So this goes out to every girl who oils her hair because she's not scared of being branded a behen-ji or boring. To that girl who doesn't fall prey to whatever the current hair fashion is. To that girl who ties her hair up simply. To every girl out there watching, who has being laughed upon because of her plaited hair, I survived it, and came out strong. And so shall you!" Maira stated, the audience captivated by her story.

" That was then and now? Well I am here, in a press conference midst hundreds of people, and forget what those girls do for a living, I have almost forgotten their names and faces even! Life is hard. But the fruits of labor, of having dealed with crap people, it is worth it!" she concluded.

"Maira, what exactly do you do to maintain your hair?" a journalist asked.

By now, Niki was gaping at the screen, Maira was the girl she had bullied? This exotic looking beauty? She'd never realized how her actions could've affected someone. She removed the plug out of the socket and ran into her room.. She felt horrible. Her only solace was the thought that Maira deserved all of it. The hair, the beauty, the fame..

- THE END -

This an entry for the "... and that was the end of my hair problems!" contest by Dove on Indiblogger. This is their 'Hair Aware App' which not only checks how much you know about your hair, but also suggests the Dove shampoo&conditioner range best suited for your use. 

My mane tale.

All the images used in this post are of my own. They haven't been edited in any way. Any change in complexion/color is due to the angle/light source. Please excuse my amateur photography! :P
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"Curly hair, just like her mothers'!" ..

I was born blessed with springy curly hair, which is now reduced to wavy, half curly hair thanks to pollution, stress, damage and everything.

My curly hair came with a different set of problems altogether. 

• No conditioner and it is really harsh and dry.
• Sometimes even a little conditioner and it turns my hair and scalp greasy.
• Hair takes ages to dry. A-G-E-S!
• My hair looks dry, but the part near my scalp, which is on the inside does not dry in the normal 2 hours it takes for the rest of my hair to dry.
• If I wash my hair on the eve or the morning I have to meet somebody new/special or on any occasion, there is NO GUARANTEE they'll turn out the way I want them to. They turn out differently after every wash. OhYeah

I was happy with my brand of shampoo and conditioner, I never had any split ends or any grave problems as such.

My hair is very voluminous which sucks at times because I can't leave it open.. That way, it poofs up even more and it's not a pretty sight >_<

Anyhoo, so yeah there was a little hairfall, during exam times filled with coffee and late nights, I'd have a flaky scalp but I considered it normal.. It is,no?

Once, during my exams, I was staying at my cousin's place in town. My hair felt really icky and so I washed it with the shampoo&conditioner she had, Dove.
I always knew Dove was really gentle but since I was happy with my hair, I never tried out any different brands.

I washed my hair with Dove, and conditioned it. I never blow dry my hair, so I gently towel dried it and waited for it to dry completely.
2-3 hours later, I looked into the mirror, and WHOA! My hair looked better, it was shining, the volume was much greater and it felt really soft to touch too.
Bas, one wash and I fell in love! One wash, and that was the end of my hair problems!



Since then, I have been using Dove's range of hair products, I used the 'Nourishing oil care range' , then, since my Dove Gift Hamper got here, I've been using Dove Intense Repair. So far, so great! :D

Good hair not only makes you feel better about yourself, it makes you happy. Good hair days make me HAPPYMAX! =D 

* Curly, straight or wavy hair,

Oil them, wash them, treat them with care.

Satin shine and cotton soft,

Cherish your tender locks.

Traditional recipes, or new age products,

Being mild and gentle is a must.

* Happy with what I had, I never looked for better,

Then I chanced upon something new,

Which changed my world, changed my view.

Dove made me see my hair a different way,

I can't express in words no matter how much I say.

My curls soft, like they'd never been before,

Mild, fragnant, amazing, I need nothing more!

Dove is Love.

This an entry for the "... and that was the end of my hair problems!" contest by Dove on Indiblogger. This is their 'Hair Aware App' which not only checks how much you know about your hair, but also suggests the Dove shampoo&conditioner range best suited for your use. 

Because Every Band-Aid Has To Be Ripped off,Sooner Or Later.

Dear Friend, you said you'll come home, a million times till date, and somehow the plans never materialized. You lead me on, maybe unknowingly, but I'm filled with false hope, and then you let me down. Where were you when my world was on fire? When I was crying all day and surrounded by sad crappy sad things? You weren't here for me.

You know what hurts more? I was there for you, I did all I could. You were busy with classes, ok. Busy with your own personal problems, ok. But how much time does one phone call really take? Sigh.

Dear Friend #2, remember that day when you called me in the morning almost crying over the phone itself? You told me what was wrong and I came over to yours, to try and comfort you. I was there for your fights, with your parents, I took your side when everyone said you're an idiot, I consoled and spoke to your partner when that person didn't want to even speak to you.
And we, we aren't in touch even, properly. You call when you need something, when I need someone, you are never around. In my 6 months of my foot injury, did you EVER ask about my foot?

When I met new people, you said I'm forgetting you all, I never did. I always made time, for our plans, for everything. If I could, I would.

I kept wondering, what'd I do wrong? Am I not worth that one message? One phone call? 10-12 years of friendship, and it all boils down to this?
I felt lonely. And abandoned. And so annoyed, frustrated.
But not anymore.

One wise person told me, that sometimes you just outgrow some relationships. And though it felt like a cruel blow to my ears, I know it is true.
Maybe you have found someone better, who understands you more, maybe you have changed your priorities.
So today, I'm forgiving myself for hating myself beause of other people.For questioning my worth. For feeling sad over these now-extremely-awkward friendships.
Whatever happens, if we talk once a month, or directly after a year, I'll always love you!

I'm shaking off this whole thing, and ripping off the band-aids. It'll hurt, God it already does, but it will get better someday. HAS TO!

This doesn't mean I hate you. It just means I've accepted what's happening and I will no longer dwell on it, or complain about it.

Have a KICKASS weekend! =D

Awesome April #Day15

Live life on the edge

(Awesome April #Day15)

I want to experience real madness in life, overflowing passion,

I thirst for it like no other.

I want to shed all my inhibitions.

I want to fall in love wildly and experience the love people write about,

I want to live life to the fullest I can, even if I get to live it but in small bouts.

Alone, with you, I want to lose myself in beauty,

I want to dive into a waterfall, watch a meteor shower, watch all fantastic views I can see.

I want to be able to have enough faith in me to leap,dive, jump into whatever my heart says,

I want to be independent enough to live my way.

-Blahblaholic x

Shame On Us!

Abuse. 5 letters. Just 5 letters that can tear apart somebody, 5 letters that can break somebody down. 
What is abuse? Is it restricted to beatings and punches and kicks?

Verbal abuse is defined as : a negative defining statement told to you or about you. If the abuser doesn't immediately apologize and rarely indulges in a defining statement, the relationship is said to be a verbally abusive one.


Few days ago, a friend of mine shared this article on Twitter : I Single The Body Electric

It is a story of a married woman, who is abused physically, verbally, emotionally and mentally by her husband.

What kind of a world are we living in?

Here is one more example : This Article.

How dare that man even victimize himself? Marital discipline? Teachers and parents are told not to hit kids even, because it may affect them deeply and scar them... And you hit your own wife branding it discipline??

In India, we already have so many social evils such as dowry and female foetcide which affect the female/wife. Add to that, abusive husbands. They hit them, burn them, rape them.. Oh wait, technically it's not rape coz they're married. WHAT THE HELL? Rape is rape. You bed her against her force, and I call it rape. Just because she is your wife doesn't mean you own her!

 

Some women like her don't even realize that they're being abused until they realize that this is not normal. This is not what happens to everyone. This is evil.

You don't only hurt them physically but you break them down. Why is this happening to me? Is it because I am worthless? Unlovable? Victims are afraid to come forward because in our patriarchal society, majority of such cases never see the light because the victims are pressured by their families or blackmailed by their spouse.

When or if I become a mother, I'll teach my kid what is right, and what isn't. That he or she is always welcome to tell me if something is off. That coming clean or asking for help is not pathetic, but does take courage. That I am going to be here for them always irrespective of what happens. That I will not succumb to the society's method of speaking filth about the girls who have been abused or raped.

The onus is on our generation to change. To change our mindset, change the way we perceive such situations, change the way we always need the society's approval. 

"WE NEED TO BE THE CHANGE WE SEE"

"He took my spirit, he took my soul. I had a lot of life. I had a big heart, I trusted everybody. I loved life and now I don't. I'm bitter. I'm hurt, scared, burned. I'm frustrated and tired of being afraid."

Can you and I even imagine what kind of trouble and torture these women have gone through? 

There are so many stories where you come to know that these men are really charming and loving, but under the influence of alcohol or because of some unfortunate event, they resort to violence and who except their wives/girlfriends/kids are easy targets?

Abuse is abuse ; be it verbal, physical or emotional. If you are in an abusive relationship, speak out, contact your nearest center. Google for your nearest helplines and make yourself heard. It is NOT your fault, you are NOT to blame. The person who did this to you, he/she is a sick person. 

If you see or hear or come to know of somebody being abused in your family or locality, do not keep in mind the prestige or the image, consult with your elders and if no option remains, call the nearest helpline or visit the police station.

BE THE VOICE!

This post is a part of the Time To Change contest sponsored by Stayfree Advanced hosted by IndiBlogger.

- Blahblaholic x 

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“This is a new year. A new beginning. And things will change.” 

So do all that you want to. Because in the end, all the regrets that you'll have, they'll be for not doing something you wanted or could have.

" Haso, gao, muskurao, kya pata kal ho na ho?! "

[ Laugh, sing, smile, who knows whether tomorrow we'll be here?! ]