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Decoding the real ‘Cool Girl’

When I was preparing for my semester exams last month I came across a point that said ‘Media studies helps us question, criticize and analyze subjects instead of taking them at face value’. This is definitely what we have been taught (but most students don’t really care enough to apply it in real life) to do about all the things that interest the world. We have studied soviet-era journalism, nazi propoganda and even present-day publicity- the most important thing that I learned was that 90% of what you see is fabricated. Just like in The Hunger Games when the team behind each tribute design how every one of them will be showcased, based on the kind of emotions they want to evoke in the audience, that is exactly what PR agencies do in reality as well. According to me, the biggest PR miracle of our generation is convincing the ordinary audience that Jennifer Lawrence is ‘just like us’.

I believe you!

I have been suspicious of this beautiful, funny, smart, talented and ‘down-to-earth’ girl from the very beginning. I never jumped onto the ‘Jennifer Lawrence is my bff’ bandwagon, I happen to be a rather cautious person naturally. First we will discuss her as a person, then talk about the way the public has perceived her (spoiler: it’s shady). Lawrence earned her first Oscar nomination for ‘Winter’s Bone’, she was equally talented at that time. But the first time when people noticed her ‘quirky’ personality was when she starred as Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games. Lawrence’s nonchalance, borderline unprofessionalism and utter disrespect for personal hygiene was quickly accepted by people.

You’re not funny, you’re dumb.

Every other actress in Hollywood works out every day of the week, maintains a healthy lifestyle and follows a strict diet. That is the only way you can have an ‘attractive’ body. Jennifer definitely has an attractive body but she always pretends like all she eats is cheese-burgers. She has claimed previously that she would punch anyone who enjoys exercising. But if she eats junk food all day and never hits the gym, how does she have a body perfect enough to put on the cover of Vogue? You see, she doesn’t! She goes to the gym and eats healthy just like every other actress but pretends to not be so uptight to seem like every other girl. That’s the trick!

You’re allowed to say that only because you’re hot.

She recently stated in an interview for US Weekly, “I would just rather have somebody that has the same taste in reality TV, I do love my Real Housewives. New York Housewives — and Beverly Hills, New Jersey, and Atlanta Housewives. I mean, I love them all, but Miami — oh, my God! Miami is really special.” With a heavy schedule there is no way she gets time to watch all the above shows, but she claims to anyway- because every other woman in America does. About her personal life she added, “[I want someone who] isn’t afraid to fart in front of me [rather] than to have big, passionate love.I’d rather have just a peaceful time. [Those relationships] are deeper because you can be your true self with somebody, and somebody can be their true self with you.” So you are only being yourself if you stuff a hot-dog in your mouth while reciting ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. Apparently if a lady enjoys eating gluten-free food and does that in front of her husband, she is not being herself?

*white girl voice* OMG she’s just like us!

Does ‘being yourself’ mean being the worst, most annoying, degrading version of yourself? If you want to be a better person for someone, if you want to improve yourself, does that not count as ‘being yourself’? Does wearing sweatpants and discussing butt plugs contribute as honesty? Does talking about intestinal problems on national television make you cool? The truthful and dejecting answer is yes- you see it isn’t very complicated. Lawrence’s PR guys have made her a dream girl- they have built the exact opposite of the ‘innocent, decent, girly girl’ trope that the media used to prefer.

So down to earth

Lawrence pretends to be like any ordinary girl but she isn’t- her personality is simply a performance. Now you may argue that she doesn’t seem fake but she has an Academy Award at home for ‘Best Actress’ so duh! Men want her, women want to be her- but she’s not really her. She is playing this person who everyone wants and no one can see it. She is ‘flawless’ because she is like most of today’s lazy women, so if you are not like the majority then you are ‘flawed’. This ‘evading the mainstream’ practice has become so mainstream, not doing it makes you ‘uncool’.

And work out in the gym for 5 hours, but you won’t mention that!

This ‘cool girl’ has become the old ‘girly girl’- it is equally suffocating, demanding, challenging and demeaning to women who have different tastes. Since Lawrence heads this army of fake cool girls, anyone who likes doing yoga will be attacked. But at the same time, if you accept your body even if it is not up to the mark, you are criticized for being arrogant. Or if you choose to crib about your body being undesirable, the same people criticize you for being insecure. Also if you ditch exercise altogether, they will call  you fat. This ‘cool girl’ trope is demanding all the women to fit in a mould built with utmost strictness. This ‘cool girl’ persona is forcing women to behave in a certain way so they can convince the world that they are a ‘cool girl’. The problem is not Jennifer Lawrence, the problem is our gullibility.

That’s something all of us can relate to isn’t it?

We women (even those who call ourselves “feminists”) have extremely misogynistic standards- we love it when a 5’7 inches blonde blue-eyed beauty says that she loves McDonalds. Why wouldn’t she say it? She’s fucking gorgeous! But if someone oversized like Melissa McCarthney says something similar, we would only criticize them for being unattractive. You see, you are only a cool girl if you eat junk AND maintain a size zero. Whenever women hail Lawrence as a hero, it baffles me because

a) she is abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous, so even she ate the entire Trojan army alive she will still look gorgeous

b) women who want to be ‘cool’ like her are NOT, so they will have to spend equal amount of time in Subway to eat carbs (so they can brag about ‘not giving a shit’) and in the gym to actually lose the calories (because secretly they do give a shit)

Soooo relatable!

You see here is the problem- another unrealistic standard that women have to reach to be accepted. That itself is misogyny- the belief that a woman has to be a certain way to qualify as a woman is gross. If we like Emma Watson, we want to be classy. If we like Kate Moss, we want to be skinny. If we like Christina Hendricks, we want to be curvy. Why can’t we ever be just us? Just because Gwyneth Paltrow eats kale, doesn’t mean we all have to start writing books about the importance of kale. Just because Kim Kardashian wears a particular brand, doesn’t mean we have to sport the same logo. Just because men find ‘cool girls’ attractive, doesn’t mean we have to be one!

Everyone loves her because she is weird AND hot. If she was just weird, no one would care!

We don’t have to live our lives trying to live up to the standards that other people built for us. We are all mature, capable, intelligent human beings who can decide their own good. We are all able of taking responsibility, making decisions and pulling strings of our lives. So why should we let a celebrity tell us, who we can or cannot be? Why do we give a piece of paper (fashion magazines) the power to make us feel insecure about our bodies? Have we really become so obssesed with being someone else that we have completely forgotten the unique, beautiful, complicated and flawed creature we truly are?

P.S: This is not hate propoganda, this is ‘open-your-bloody-eyes-and-see-the-nasty-truth’ propoganda.


10 Fave Tumblr Posts on Les Miserables

My obssession for Les Mis has risen from the deep ocean like a Kraken. I had seen the movie in 2013 and I honestly thought it deserved the Academy Awards for Best Motion Picture than boring Argo. This was the first time I saw a serious musical and I thought Tom Hooper had really presented film-lovers with something to cherish for years. I had seen Argo around the same time and two days later I forgot about it. Les Mis is the kind of movie that stays with you, for days, for months, even your entire lifetime. Every time I hear ‘Do you hear the people sing?’ it send chills down my spine. Now, almost 2 years later, I’m still crying over the fate of Le Amis d’ABC.

The worst is that I cannot even talk about how passionate I am because no one in my family or friend-circle have even heard about Les Mis. I don’t live under a rock, I just live with a bunch of idiots. But when no one understands, Tumblr understands. On this website I found people who are still dedicatedly following Les Mis and often discussing it with each other. Out of all the heartwarming posts I’ve seen on Tumblr these are my faves:

This post makes me sob every time I read it and I read it at least once a day. I cry for the 22 year old young boys who sacrificed their lives for equality in 1832. But I also cry for all the children of today who are forced by circumstances to pick up a weapon. The Barricade Boys didn’t mean for the revolution to become so bloody, but once it started they didn’t want to stop either. Yet, at the end of the day they were just little boys fighting for what they thought was right, and it was. They didn’t know how to fight, they didn’t know how to hold a gun. But one thing they knew was that they were ready to die for what they believed in. And yet, they were just children.

Yes this scene really kills me, I mean the Barricade Boys are capable of killing, but they are also human beings. Seeing the blood of their childhood friends splattered on the floor, hearing the loud gunshot aiming straight for their heads, smelling the fear among the bravest of the boys must have crippled them. Anyone would be scared, anyone would be horrified. But they didn’t abandon the fight, they knew they were going to die. But they also knew that freedom was worth it.

I think by this point you can guess that my favourite part of Les Mis was the revolution and it was also I think the most ‘miserable’. The worst part was that the Barricade Boys were fighting for the freedom of the people and when the Barricade Boys were dying it was the same people who abandoned them. They died, everyone dies. But they died alone, believing that they failed.

Now I want to talk about the movie itself, what a magical piece of art it was. (Still can’t believe Argo won, fucking hell!) The music is mind-blowing, the cast is singing live (brownie-points for that), the sets are spectacular, the scenes are realistic, the poverty in Paris was hauntingly captured and Tom Hooper’s film will always be one of my favourite. There are several scenes in the movie that stole my breath away- Fantine’s ‘I dreamed a dreamed’, Valjean’s ‘Suddenly’, especially ‘Do you hear the people sing?’. But I cried the most during the finale and these weren’t sad tears, these were happy tears. To see all the people who died unfairly standing on the barricade proudly and singing of a better tomorrow was just too much to control.

It is needless to say that the one character who left a permanent mark on me was Enjolras. I have been a huge fan of Broadway star Aaron Tveit (he was stunning in ‘Rent’, ‘Wicked’ and my personal favourite musical ever ‘Next to Normal’) and I was looking forward to seeing his Enjolras. After seeing the 10th and 25th anniversary concerts of Les Mis on Youtube and countless other Enjolras’s on the web, I was a bit apprehensive it he would be able to pull it off or not. Again it is needless to say, but my baby killed it!

My favourite thing about Tumblr is that it pays so much attention to detail. I remember being up in the morning at 5 am to watch the Oscars because that is the time it is aired in my country. I remember my whole family was asleep because they couldn’t care less. I remember being completely mesmerised by the cast’s performance, especially Aaron’s. But the flags at the end really gave me goosebumps.

Another character who really scared me for life was this little bastard. Gavroche is barely 9 or 10 years old but he is singing about how fair death truly is. It comes for everyone, the rich as well as the poor. Poverty forces people to grow up so fast doesn’t it?









As a parting present these are some of my favourite passages from the Brick. Enjoy (I mean, sob with me):

The wording is so thrilling, you can actually picturize the entire scenario right before you eyes.

This part. I mean, it’s not I need a heart or anything Hugo. In what is easily the most romantic scene in the book—don’t talk to me about Marius and Cosette, okay—Grantaire appears as Enjolras is cornered by soldiers and about to die. Although he probably could have escaped death—the soldiers had passed him by—he approaches Enjolras and asks if Enjolras will permit him to stand at his side for the first and last time to die with him. Enjolras finally accepts him, and they go down together. Now that I’ve made you cry uncontrollably here’s some funny ones.

Aww why hasn’t anyone recorded this?

Frozen and Les Mis, my two favourite things.

This one is my absolute favourite. I know this post is long but the book itself is 1500 pages, what exactly were you expecting. Sometimes I think I’m really silly for obssessing over fictional scenarios and characters but then I realize, Hugo witnessed the barricades of 1832. The names changed, but what he wrote in that book is what he saw. An Enjolras watched broken hearted as his friends fell, a Combeferre stood and gave a great speech, a Marius saved the barricade, an Eponine died in the arms of someone she loved, and a Grantaire fell standing next to his hero. They might seem characters to me, but that night in 1832 they lived.

The Last Of Tolkein

“There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”

This week in rather important to me- the final posters for ‘The Hobbit: The Battle Of The Five Armies’ is out, Scotland will most probably gain independence and also I’m getting a drastic haircut on Thursday. I was only 6 years old when the alternate universe of J.R.R Tolkein’s limitless and detailed imagination along with Peter Jackson’s faithfulness to the original material and brilliant execution left me breathless. I didn’t understand much back then, neither the deep philosophical  underlines in the text nor the lessons in morality. The only thing I saw a little boy destroying forces far beyond his control and for a little, naive girl that was enough. After the Lord Of The Rings Trilogy I never expected Jackson to pick up another book by Tolkein (and in most cases I always complain about sequels because they do not involve taking any risk) but I was glad because I wanted more of Middle-Earth. Their values, customs, mythologies, beliefs and most of all dragons. Now I’m facing the fact that this could be the last ‘Tolkein thing’ ever produced and I’m in a slight state of sadness. Nevertheless the posters fucking mind-blowing so feast your eyes and bow to the might of imagination and dreams!

A Far Cry From Boring

I have been fascinated by Stephen Hawking since I read ‘A Brief History Of Time’ which was a genius piece of complicated physics I didn’t understand. But in spite of my failure to understand difficult concepts (which results into me describing everything as simply ‘wibly wobly timey wimey’) I have always looked at scientists with admiration. Hawking is an interesting figure because he is creating history right now and I have the privilege of witnessing it. I have seen the BBC documentary ‘Hawking’ (in which Benedict Cumberbatch plays him brilliantly) and I only found him more endearing. Here’s is an interview of him with John Oliver (who is hilarious and brings out the dark humour in tragic realities) in which he displays his impeccable comic timing. Wish all my science teachers were like this!

And then there were 7

Today The Daily Post forced me into a state of chronic frustration and existential dilemma by asking me that if there was ‘one’ object that my friends would immediately identify me with, what would it be? And quite honestly it sounded like ‘If we found your completely burnt dead-body, by noticing which object can your friends identify that it’s really you?’. It is not very polite to pry on other people’s death but at the same time, thank you for getting me thinking about this. There are simply too many, that is my problem- it is either too many or none. So here are 7 objects that I always have with me wherever I’m going.

1) My Rayban Aviators

Now we talking!

I live in Mumbai and the temperature here is boiling hot, so I have to wear glasses unless I want to get cancer of the eyeballs. I actually got this pair for my Father on his birthday last year, but he always forgets to wear them. So I use them instead, they are the typical, good old gladiators and I love them because they have this vintage appeal to them.

2) My pink leopard print scarf

Here it is

Is there any girl in this world who doesn’t feel fierce in a leopard print scarf? Mine is not the usual fiesty scarf though, it has soft pink undertones and uncanny leopard spots. It is also made of chiffon and I use it to cover my hair everyday from the harmful rays of the sun.

3) My purple spectacles


Oh yeah, I am four-eyed! My parents bought me a laptop when I turned 17 and naturally a month later my eye-sight was so terrible I was in dire need of glasses. I hated them when I got the pair, I would forget wearing, cleaning them regularly and taking care of them. But now after almost 2 years they have become a part of my personality. Captain America has his shield, I have my glasses.

4) Red lipstick

You so lovely.

I have tried nude, berry, peach, pale pink and coral but red puts me in an instant state of sexy. No it doesn’t physically change any of my features (I look like a scrawny, specky git all the time) but they work wonders on my mentality. I also don’t press the lipstick aggressively on my lips, I simply dab it on few spots and then spread it all over my lips with a cotton bud. But it’s surprising how a bit of colour can elevate my self-confidence.

5) My usual green bottle

Keep it up Louis

Never, never, never step out of the house without a bottle of water! I leave my house in the morning and refill my bottle twice before I get back home. I cannot emphasize enough on this, drink loads and loads of water.

6)  Some chocolate

OK Professor

Just in case the dementors attack. Also there are many children begging on the trains, I do not like giving them money because they will probably buy cigarettes or give it to their parents who will only spend it on alcohol. Instead I always keep a few loose chocolates or  small bars of candy, it brightens every child’s face.

7) A heavy book



I wish I was one of those people who can distance themselves from objects but sadly I am materialistic. Not in a ‘I want a BMW, that is the motive of my life’ sort of a materialistic but a ‘don’t throw away my old blue jeans because it is my favourite jeans’ materialistic. I have a pink and white top which I splattered some paint on while decorating for the college festival and I never removed the paint because it reminded me of all the amazing memories I created during the fest. I am not generally very emotional or attached to people, but there are some things like my first cell phone or my mockingjay necklace which will remain special.

Scent Of A Blogger

Today The Daily Post very subtly asked me what my love potion would smell like. In ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’ a love-potion is a drink that can make the drinker fall in love with the maker. Whenever anybody gets a whiff of the Love Potion, it smells like a combination of their favourite things thus making them curious to gulp it immediately. But off course if everything was so easy it would’ve been called ‘Twilight’, love potion cannot create ‘love’ it can only create a very strong attraction or lustful passion.So here is a bunch of smells that really makes me put down my defenses and gets in a surreal mood.

1) Coffee

21 Of The Most Mesmerizing Food GIFs

My favourite smell is obviously the bitter but mild smell of coffee, the smell that attacks your nostrils when you enter a cafe, the enticing smell which comes from the mouth of someone who just took a sip of espresso, the hypnotizing smell of coffee beans in my hand when I am making my morning cuppa. I have no words to describe the smell of coffee except it smells like a ‘busy night’ (pun intended).

2) Chocolate

21 Of The Most Mesmerizing Food GIFs

Do you know that some people’s voice sounds like chocolate? Whenever Benedict Cumberbatch mumbles it feels like he is smothering me in chocolate and licking it off my body (sorry for the terrible imagery). But I love chocolate, the smell of a freshly unwrapped Dairy Milk bar, the smell of my mom’s homemade chocolate cookies, the smell of birthday cakes. Ich liebe schokolade!

3) Fresh flowers

9 Delightful GIFs Of Flowers Coming Into Bloom

I don’t care which flowers, whether it’s the half-dead rose from my bedroom window or the chrysanthemums imported from Amsterdam. I just love waking up to the smell of fresh flowers in the morning.

4) Peanuts

22 Gifs That Will Make You Really Hungry

Don’t pity the dead Harry, pity the living and above all pity those who have a peanut allergy. Some people hate peanuts, I hate those people. I mean PEANUTS! Raw peanuts on a beach, boiled peanuts in rice, roasted peanuts when it is raining, peanuts in Snickers!

5) Melted Cheese

22 Gifs That Will Make You Really Hungry

And on the third day God said, ‘Let there be cheese’ and people around the world rejoiced. Whenever I am in my college canteen I always fight with the dude who makes grilled sandwitches because he never puts enough cheese.

6) Tomato Ketchup

I don’t even like tomatoes! But I am one of those nasty people who put ketchup in everything. It’s just so tangy and refreshing and can make bird poop taste delicious. But if tomato is a fruit, shouldn’t it be called tomato smoothie?

7) Fried potatoes

21 Of The Most Mesmerizing Food GIFs

Has there ever been anything more magnificent than the smell of hot french fries fresh of the fryer? French Fries just ought to make you feel better about life. How little things bring enormous happiness!

8) Spicy Ramen

21 Of The Most Mesmerizing Food GIFs

I have less items of clothing than the varieties in which I can cook Ramen noodles. I cook them when I am alone and since I don’t know how or what to cook I just whip them up in two minutes. They smell like ‘independence’ and ‘not needing anyone’.

9) Seasonal Fruits

21 Of The Most Mesmerizing Food GIFs

Fruits are my mid-meal snack and I love the smell of plucking mangoes off trees in my village farm, or collecting blueberries in the forest or simply buying kiwis in the market. The smell of freshness and the dewy mist on them is spectacular.

10) Petricor

The smell of rain, I have no words to describe it.

If you mix all the above ingredients, it will result into a disturbing salad with a yucky taste. But individually, all the above smells can make me drool and get on my knees (pun not intended). What is your favourite smell? Make makes you weak? Let me know in the comments!



10 Movies you should be excited about in 2014

My tarot card reader said 2014 is going to be the year of the ‘Fab Films’. No she didn’t, I don’t believe in all that skull and globe paganism. But what I do believe in (apart from Rose Tyler) is films- the complicatedness and the simplicity and the mastery and the effect it has on human life. Very soon I will write a post on some of the best contemporary films I have seen( sorry Hitchcock) but now lets predict the future. My sixth sense says this year’s films are going to be better than last year’s. Don’t believe me? Check out these mind-blowing trailers and tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about!

Long list gear up!
Long list gear up!

1) Interstellar by Christopher Nolan

I have to start off with my favourite director off course- Nolan has undisputably given us some of the best movies and biggest grossers in two decades now. After masterpieces like Momento, The Prestige, the Batman Trilogy and Inception- he gives us an out-of-this-world story(literally).

2) Gone Girl by David Fincher

Fincher is undoubtedly my second favourite- after giving me my favourite movie ever (Fightclub) he went on to present greats like The Social Network and The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.

3) Unbroken by Angelina Jolie

I got excited last year when I found out that Jolie was making a movie based on Louis Zapperini’s life. Now that the trailer is actually out, I can’t wait for Christmas Day.

4) Fury by David Ayer

I haven’t seen any of Ayer’s films before but after Inglorious Bastards I am ready to watch any war film with Brad Pitt in it. The supporting cast of Shia LaBeouf (yes Shia, I forgive your antics because you are a fantastic actor) and Logan Lerman also looks pretty rad.

5) Boyhood by Richard Linklater 

They are calling it a ‘once in a lifetime’ phenomenon. Again I haven’t seen any of Linklater’s works but man that is one hell of a trailer.

6) The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby  by Ned Benson

Jessica Chastain from The Help and Zero Dark Thirty, James McAvoy from Atonement and X-Men Franchise- need I say more?

7)Clouds of Sils Maria by Olivier Assaya

I am excited to see Kristen Stewart and Chloe Grace Moretz actually try something that is challenging.

8) Foxcatcher by Bennet Miller

This is my favourite film in this 10 films line-up because all three central actors are trying something they have never done before. After watching Miller’s Moneyball I honestly can’t wait.

9) The Homesman by Tommy Lee Jones

Tommy Lee Jones and Hilary Swank transporting three mentally challenged (bloody insane would be more appropriate) women across the country. Oscar Stuff right there!

10) Maps to the Stars by David Croenberg

David Croenberg- is there a need for any other reason. But surprisingly I am most excited about Mia Wasikowa’s transformative role in this film.

You go!
You go!

Honorable Mentions: These are also fantastic movies by brilliant movie-makers but they are just not my cup of tea. But that doesn’t mean you won’t like ’em. Check out the trailers!

Two Days One Night by the Dardenne Brothers

After watching Marion Cotillard in No Country For Old Men I can honestly watch her even if she’s doing a toothpaste commercial.

Magic in the Moonlight by Woody Allen

Colin Firth being the superb actor that he is, Emma Stone being Emma Stone. A typical Woody Allen periodic romantic comedy, too beautiful!

All in all, it looks like the movie theatres are going to be very crowded with one fantastic movie coming out after another. Also if you have some time (and understand Hindi) check out the trailer for ‘Haider’ by Vishal Bharadwaj. I am not very fond of the Bollywood films made in my country (I honestly hate them) but Bharadwaj is a fantastic film-maker and the story is based on ‘Hamlet’ by William Shakespeare! I am so excited for this movie and thy should be too.





Memoirs of an Award-winner

Pardon me for this vain post but Sahita Murali a stranger I never had any connection with was kind enough to nominate me for a Liebster Award!



Since I am not used to such irrational compliments I am going to give a tearful- overdramatic speech about my victory. Actually no, I am not about all this sentimental (insert expletive) but off course this gesture has made me believe in the kindness of strangers.

This one's for you Sahita
This one’s for you Sahita

Here are 11 random facts about myself:

1)I am a voracious reader, I prefer fictional characters over real people any day. Atleast they know when to shut up!

2)I am passionate about rock ‘n’ roll music.  My favourite band currently (and for almost a decade now) is Arctic Monkeys.

3)My favourite song is ‘Fix You’ by Coldplay. I plan to get its lyrics tattooed on the nape of my neck if my mother lets me.

4)My favourite movie is David Fincher’s ‘Fightclub’. It is hard to describe the mindblowingness of that movie without swearing.

This one's for you David Fincher and Chuck Phalaniuk
This one’s for you David Fincher and Chuck Phalaniuk

5)I am currently studying Mass Communications and I aim to be a journalist one day.

6)I am a hard-core, typically overacting, attention-seeking and aggressive and always-getting-into-trouble Gryffindor.

7) ‘Peter Pan’ by J.M. Barrie was my favourite bedtime story and has an enormous influence on my life.

8) My favourite TV shows are Sherlock, Doctor Who, Game of Thrones, Supernatural, The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother and many more.

9) My favourite Disney princess is Merida for obvious feminist reasons.

10) The movie character I relate with the most is Kat from ’10 Things I Hate About You’.

11) I love emo poetry, I spend hours browsing for painful,tragic and depressing poetry on tumblr and pinterest.

Poetry <3
Poetry ❤

Now that I have revealed more information about myself than I am comfortable it is time to answer  Sahita Murali ‘s questions.

1. What is your favourite kind of food?

Spicy vegetarian without too much gravy which is chewy and crispy at the same time and sets your nose on fire if you sneeze.

2. What is the biggest social injustice in this world according to you and why?

Female oppression, so far it is the only one I have been subjected to and it frustrates me. Especially the misconceptions surrounding it.

3. What is your deepest, darkest secret?

I hate being treated as a kid- by family, by friends, by anyone.

4. What is your biggest fear?

That I will die as just another nobody on a planet of 7 billion others.

5. If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would you change and why?

I would definitely be more hardworking, I am a lazy sloth.

6. Friends or family?

My friends ARE family.

7. Have you ever experienced peer pressure? When?

Not yet, no.

8. Describe the perfect place (real or imaginary).

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

There you go!
There you go!

9. What is your biggest aim in life, your biggest dream?

I want to travel the world, DESPERATELY!

10. Describe yourself in three words.

Sarcastic. Sweet. Simple.

11. What are your 5 biggest pet peeves?

  • When people crack rape jokes (under any circumstances rape jokes are never funny)
  • When people take jokes seriously (come on have some sense of humour)
  • When people pay too much attention to astrology.
  • When anybody lies to me.
  • When people ask too many questions (but not to you Sahitya, you rock!)

Here are my nominees for the Liebster Award (You Go Guys!)


Now here’s what you have to do to complete the nomination:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their page(s) in your post.
2. Proudly display the award banner on your page.
3. List eleven facts about yourself.
4. Answer the questions the award-giver asked you and make 11 more for your nominees.
5. List your nominees.

Last but not the least, here are my 11 questions for you:

1)What is the one piece of advice you wish someone would have given you 10 years ago?

2)What is the one lesson you will teach your children no matter what?

3)One story that left an impact on you- book, movie, fanfiction, tumblr post, etc.

4)One particular line from one particular song that makes you sentimental:

5)If you could have tea with any two fictional characters, who would you choose:

6)What superpower would you choose- immortality, invisibility or telepathy?

7)Avengers or X-Men?

8) What is the one thing that you will never know which frustrates you the most? (In my case it is my Patronus)

9) If you could recommend only one book to the young generation, which would it be?

10) Which is you favourite poem, why?

11) If you could ask one question to your favourite author, what would it be?

Now Fire Away!

The Heartfelt Letter

To everyone born after the 2000s

Hey Jude,

When I was a kid my day began with watching Pokemon and yours probably begins with checking your facebook notifications. I would brush my teeth for 20 minutes just so I could stand in front of the bathroom mirror in my comfortable pajamas and day-dream about being a Powerpuff Girl. You might be using the latest toothpaste which solves 103 problems of your mouth but you don’t even have 3 seconds to rub it on your teeth. Then my father would give me a bucket of hot water and he would put in his hand in first to check if it was the right temperature. You might be having an electric water heater and all. Maybe that’s why your father doesn’t know what time you wake up in the morning. I would quietly bath for half an hour enjoying the warm water on my skin. You stand under the cold shower only for 5 minutes, in my terms that’s not bathing.

I would come out and put on my school uniform, a tacky dark blue pinaform that could give anyone an eye-sore. You might be wearing one of those designer uniforms that we see today only in unrealistic movies about school life. (Spoilers: Real life teachers are NEVER as hot as the ones on screen). I would tie my long black wavy hair in two plaits, even after folding them in half they still used to come lower than my shoulder. The girls in your class probably come to school with feathers in their unnatural red hair (don’t even get me started with the make-up). I would wear an anklet too, because I liked it. Not because I wanted to impress some guy with it. In my days women used to love themselves. In your times all women might be suffering from inferiority complexes and other mental disorders that I didn’t even know existed.

I would pack my Hannah Montana bag with heavy books, you might just be carrying your Ipad to school. I would come out in the living room where my mother would be standing near the dining table. She would give me a warm glass of milk and an infectious smile. She would put my breakfast in a small plate in the shape of an apple while I made faces and drank the milk. When was the last time you saw your mother Jude? A week ago? I’m sure her company will go bankrupt if she misses a single business trip. My mother sit down asking me whether I had put everything in my bag. I would ravish the hot food and ask for more. Does your mother even know how to cook?

Everytime I finished eating I had an unhygenic habit of rubbing my hands on my skirt instead of washing them. But on those rare occasions when I remembered to wash them I would find her standing behind me. “Very good”, she said, her voice still rings in my ear. How is your mother’s voice Jude? Do you atleast get to hear it on your flashy iphone?

I would walk to school with my best friend. In those days there was a concept of ‘best friend’. It didn’t matter if they wore H&M or not. Now you probably choose your friends based on the cars they arrive in at school. On the way we would exchange Barbie stickers and the temporary tattoos we got free with bubblegum. You guys probably exchange cigarettes. We talked about what we had for breakfast and what we brought for lunch. You guys might be talking about unmentionable subjects.

Our classroom was noisy and crowded, filled with wooden benches which had names scribbled on them with a geometric compass, flooded with colorful charts of maps and stories. Your classroom might be black, white and grey covered on all sides with touchscreen televisions. The teacher would enter class and we would all stand out of respect and greet her. You might be referring to your teachers using just their first names or something worse. We used to study for exams, we used to work hard because we wanted to get into a good college. Jude, you don’t study because you know your father can throw a wad of cash and get you into Harvard.

In the evening I would get back home and my elder brother would help me with my homework. Jude, did your sister return from the party she went to last night? After a while Dad would come back from work and we would all sit together and have dinner. When was the last time your entire family had dinner together? Dad would ask me and my brother about school and we would give honest replies. Do you keep secrets from your parents Jude? You shouldn’t. We only went to restaurants on special occasions, my mother’s food was better than the mouth-watering delicacies served in any hotel in Mumbai. How does your servant’s food taste Jude? You to have an eating disorder?

After dinner mom would wash the dishes, broom the living room and my dad and brother would lay down the mattresses. Then all four of us would lie down next to each other, me next to mom and talk about everything under the sun. Sometimes my father would compliment my mother, but in those days I was too young to notice. Do your parents even talk to each other Jude? The talk would go on and on until I drifted into sleep. Then my father would sense that I had stopped talking and motion everyone to stay quiet. My mom would lovingly move her fingers in my hair, gently pull me closer and kiss my forehead. I would put my arms around her belly and slip away in a world of dreams. Do you have dreams Jude? Do you dream of making your parents proud?

-Someone from the 90’s.

Coldplay 22

“I am the maker of music, the dreamer of dreams!” – Charlie and the Chocolate Factory


I am infuriated and offended and hence I am writing this post about my hate for people who pollute music by associating it with the music-maker’s personal life. I don’t give a shit if half the songs on ‘Ghost Stories’ are about Gwyneth Paltrow ‘s shinning blonde locks, who and what the inspiration of the song is should not affect your opinion of it. If the lyrics are thoughtful and the music is catchy then I don’t care if Taylor Swift wrote that song about her immature break-up with Harry Styles is, I will like the song. But at the same time sometimes it does affect my thinking and I lose interest in certain songs because I know too much about them.


For instance take Ed Sheeran’s ‘Don’t’, I like Ed’ music as some of the songs from his first album ‘+’ like The A Team and Drunk resonated with me. I was looking forward to him performing ‘Don’t’ on SNL for the first time but then I found out that the song is about how Ellie Goulding cheated on him and slept with a mutual friend at a party. Now even though I was excited about SNL I didn’t watch it because it somehow adulterated my thoughts about the song.


Songwriting is an intimate process and when a singer describes the innermost sentiments behind a song the media turns it into a saucy headline and the people turn it into a tumblr meme. It insensitive and repulsive how we dissect someone’s personal feelings like a reptile in a biology lab. For years I have listened to Coldplay’s music, I have loved their creations but more than that I have admired their professionalism. I loved how Chris Martin always kept his promotional interviews for an album ABOUT the album. But in these couple of months after ‘Conscious Uncoupling’ people have constantly associated ‘Ghost Stories’ with his divorce.

My favourite Coldplay song
My favourite Coldplay song

In conclusion all I’m saying that it is one thing to make fun of Taylor Swift because she takes silly revenge on her exes by complaining about heir behaviour in her songs. But when a highly-respected singer, an honest and fair artist and a modest and private person like Chris Martin goes through an unfortunate divorce, please leave him alone. Don’t listen to ‘Magic’ because it is about Gwyneth Paltrow (honestly we don’t even know if it is actually about Gwyneth Paltrow, these are just rumours), listen to it because it is a fascinating song. Don’t disrespect Coldplay’s sentiments like you mock today’s teen stars, they’re in a completely different league. Don’t analyze Coldplay’s music the way you scrutinize Taylor Swift’s because she is a shameless bitch who has arrogantly admitted which helpless celebrity her songs are about.

Don’t ridicule Chris Martin, if you don’t like his music don’t listen to it. But don’t be an asshole and mock the most eloquent songwriter of my generation.  Have you seen read the lyrics of ‘Viva la Vida’? Have you heard the fantastic music in ‘Fix You’? Have you seen the video of ‘Paradise’? Coldplay is a far better band than any other and they don’t use cheap tactics to gain popularity. They are reknowed for their craft and respected for their fair practices. They don’t sell their music to Pepsi and degrade it by putting a price on it. They hold it sacred to them and it is why the reason why we are not worthy of mocking their music. Everybody okay?