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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.


Atom Bomb Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

The cream on my coffee gathered at the top began fading as I was too immersed in reading. The noisy conversations in Hindi, the bright headlights of the cars in contrast with the silent night sky, all paled in comparison to the mysteries hidden in the black and white pages of the book in my hand. As I turned another page waiting in anticipation I heard a clank of crocery followed by a disgusting slurp, I looked up irritate at the interruption. A silver-haired man was sitting in the wrought-iron chair opposite mine, drinking from my cup and looking grim like Gordon Ramsay.

“That was mine”, I said with a hint of defiance.

“You weren’t drinking it”, he said arguing like a five year old child. He took another gurgling slurp and the entire cafe turned at us in resentment. I dig back into my book to avoid their angry gazes, picked up my bag and got up.

“Where are you going?”, the man asked with surprise, “You have to pay for it!”

I looked t him first in astonishment, then amusement and then pure hatred.

“You drank it, you should pay for it!”, I tried to keep my voice low.

“Ah but you see”, he put a hand in his pocket and pulled out air, “I don’t have any money”.

I raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, the stranger got up and immediately pulled my wrist. I turned around shocked at his behaviour (a man in his late 50s grabbing my wrist!) and threw a punch at his face. It hit him a little below his left eye and he wailed in pain. I began taking faster steps towards the exit hoping to outsmart this drunkard but a waiter stopped me.

“Ma’m you haven’t paid the bill”, he reminded me with a curious expression.

“Oh you see I ordered the  coffee but I didn’t drink it. That man over there”, I pointed to the idiot still nursing his face, “He drank it. So ask him to pay the bill”.

I innocently smiled at the waiter and he turned thrice to look at my table.

“Ma’m”, he asked in a hushed voice, “What man?”

I turned slowly to look at the stranger, he was now walking towards me with a grin. I looked at him first in surprise and then in terror. I looked back at the waiter but he still was looking at my face with a puzzled expression and looking back and forth at the table.

“He can’t see me”, the stranger explained calmly. He pulled open his black coat and picked out a metal instrument that looked like a fat futuristic pen. He pressed something on it and a green light emanated from a circular bulb at its top.

“TARDIS Transparency”, he beamed with pride and kept it inside.

I shook my head aggressively like I was having a bad dream, pushed a hundred rupees in the waiters hand and almost flew out of the cafe. The stranger ran behind me into the street-lights lit night and easily kept up with my running with his long legs. I looked at him with shock and then looked away and looked at him again. For some mystical reason, something inexplicable radiated out of him. Knowledge, wisdom, a promise of adventure? What was it? I couldn’t understand but I couldn’t look away either.

“What’s your name?”, he asked smiling.

I shook my head, he might seem friendly and look harmless but he had somehow manage to be invisible.

“If they couldn’t see you”, I asked keeping my speed and distance but unable to contain my curiosity, “Why did everyone look at you when you slurped loudly?”

His laughter was the song I had longed to hear my entire life. He laughed like a child who knew nothing and was curious but also like a grandfather who was up to mischief.

“They weren’t looking at me”, he said pulling my hand making me turn into a lane, “They were looking at you talking to yourself”.

I looked at him in embarrassment and then utter confusion, he softly smiled at me and there was a quiet understanding in his face. He looked calm but he was just as terrified as I was and that terrified me even more.

“It’s my turn to ask a question now”, he said looking straight into my eyes, “What is your name?”

He looked at me with fierce determination and an anticipation, as if the fate of the universe hung in balance of my answer. I gulped and replied truthfully. He let out a strange cry of relief and was almost about to hug me when he stopped.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”, he said vivaciously.

“W-why?” I asked hoping I wasn’t a serial killer’s next target.

He put his hand firmly into mine, his palm was so much bigger than mine and much lighter in complexion. He also had many wrinkles on his hand and face but someone still, supernaturally, he looked incredibly handsome. He might have silver-hair and an arrogantly pointed nose but he had a firm jawline and kind sky-blue eyes.

“Only you can stop this, do you understand?”, he asked loudly.

I suddenly realized that he was saying something important while I was busy admiring his looks. I looked at him in despair with questions written all over my face. He signed.

“I’ll explain on the way”, he said and quickly turned me into a small by-lane, “We have to go NOW!”

“Go where?”, I asked holding his hand tighter in the blinding darkness.

I couldn’t see him but his hand in mine became tighter, his fingers gripped my tiny ones firmer. He waited for a while, as if giving me some time to become mentally prepared- for danger, for disaster, maybe death. The noise of the traffic horns had completely faded and the only thing I could hear was his silent whisper in my ear that reverberated in the brick walls of the by-lane.


A second after I breathed the word in the by-lane glowed in golden light. I shielded my eyes from the sudden brightness and between my trembling fingers I saw a small police box in bright blue glowing in the tiny, deserted, dark by-lane. I took my hand off my face and pulled the other out of the  stranger’s lingering palm.

“Who are you?” I asked.

I stared at the box as if looking at the rising sun and turned around to look at the stranger smiling arrogantly.

“I’m the Doctor!”

Writing Inspiration from The Daily Post


The Girl Who Read Too Much

I have an exam tomorrow so I blew off half my pocket-money (yes I’m 19 and I still get pocket money) on a book sale today. Although it was generously and annoyingly sprinkled with Danielle Steele (her ‘A Good Woman’ was fantastic) and James Patterson (I haven’t read any of his yet) I somehow with my keen sense of sight and eye for detail managed to find a few precious finds. Some of the books I wanted to buy were torn, soiled or bent at strange places and yet, like some divine miracle I picked up 11 books I can’t wait to read. So here are my september finds:

1) The Vigrin’s Lover by Phillipa Gregory:

IMG_20140905_185921If you have been reading my blog for a while, you must be well aware that I have an unhealthy obssession with Tudor History. Whether it is reading Suzanna Dunn, watching ‘The White Queen’ or researching about the history of the Tower of London- I’m passionate about it all. So obviously any book spree has to start with a book about this scandalous dynasty. Previously I have read Gregory’s ‘The Other Boleyn Girl’, ‘The Other Queen’, ‘The Constant Princess’ and ‘The Boleyn Inheritance’ and all of them have been marvellous. So I can’t wait to read this one (desperately waiting for my exams to end).

2) Keeping Faith by Jodi Picoult and

3) The Pact by Jodi Picoult:



I was reluctant about reading Picoult because I had heard that she writes about family dramas and I already have enough of that. But then one fine morning I began reading ‘Salem Falls’ and my life changed forever. Yes, she writes about family dramas but not the ones that you read and forget. Her books make characters pop out like one of those children’s books and even after you finish reading the book, they still linger in your thoughts.


4) The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency by Alexander McCall:

I have heard songs about the beauty, wit, humour and suspence in this book. Countless recommendations and frustrating searches later I finally found it today. I am already impressed at the vibrant and colourful art (what? I’m a kid at heart) and the story is something unique.

5) The Almost Moon by Alice Seabold:

Two years ago I read ‘The Lovely Bones’ and I had never felt so grateful to have a supportive family and loving friends. I cried and cried and cried till I didn’t have any tears left. She is a gifted author she really is. I was still reluctant but then I turned to the first page and the first sentence read ‘When all is said and done, killing my mother came easily’. I immediately put it in my basket and heaved a small prayer.


 6) The Girl With A Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier:

I had seen the painting years ago and I always wanted to know the story behind it. Today, the stars in the sky aligned and I found this beautiful classic hidden beneath heaps of obscure Mills and Boons reads. History, romance, scandal and an eloquent author- the perfect recipe.

7) The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night by Mark Haddon:

I feel infinite respect for authors that choose protagonists who are not straight, white or males. We already have so many redundant plot-lines and recurring characters so coming across something different is refreshing. The lead character in this novel is an autistic, 15 year old who is attempting to solve a crime. Riveting isn’t it?


8) The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood:

I had read ‘The Penelopiad’ and heard praises of ‘The Blind Assasin’ but so far Atwood is one of my favourite feminist writers. I have read some of her short stories and they are so quietly brilliant and thoughtful I genuinely can’t wait to read this.

9) Memoirs Of A Geisha by Arthur Golden:

When I was 11 I saw a heartwarming, gut-wrenching movie about a japanese prostitute which gave me sleepless nights for weeks. It made me question the purpose of our sex- Are we really made to be exploited by greedy men? Is our beauty only for their entertainment, their attention? Will my destiny be decided by a stranger who will become my ‘husband’? 8 years later, I found the book it was based on and let us see how many more existential questions it arises in my brain.


10) Asura- Tale of The Vanquished by Anand Neelakanthan:

In the recent years Indian literature has transformed from regional works meant for elite, educated audience to best-sellers written to appeal readers of all generations. After reading The Shiva Trilogy by Amish Tripathi and The Krishna Key by Ashish Sanghi, my faith in Hindu mythology is restored. Asura- Ramayana written from Ravana’s perspective, is a new break-through in Indian publishing scenario and I have high hopes from this read.

11) The Sealed Letter by Emma Donoghue:
What should I say about Donoghue? Her works in the LGBTQA genre have opened my eyes to an entire universe where there are no boundaries, no rules, no consciousness. After I read ‘Room’ (which is mind-bogglingly brilliant and I just can’t, I just uff…) I want to read every word she has written.


Now that I have my exam tomorrow and another last paper on 9th, I can’t wait to dig into my treasure of used books and discover new tales to dream of. Now let me go back to my hopelessly boring studies and then I’ll dive into a deep literary slumber. Wake me up when September ends!



A Tale of Two Geniuses

Imagine two of your favourite characters from TV shows having a warm cup of tea with you. Visualize feeling their physical presence in your living room and their eyes on you (or each other) as you pour tea from your kettle shakily. If I could have this fantasy become reality I would have trouble choosing which two people to invite. I would love to invite the smoldering Damon Salvatore and talk about his hedonistic approach to life. But I suspect he’s not much of a talker but a do-er (no pun intended). I would be thrilled to invite Sheldon Cooper but I believe he will only find me too stupid to have the honour of his company. I would genuinely love to have Barney Stinson over and ask him about his ‘The Bro Code’. But I think I would have the most entertaining tea party if I invite BBC’s Sherlock Holmes and NBC’s Hannibal Lecter.


I would simply invite them and pretend I don’t exist so I don’t interrupt their conversation. Can you imagine though? Hannibal, a psychopath and cannibalistic serial killer interacting with Sherlock Holmes, the sharpest detective in history of literature. Sherlock would read him in seconds with just a look and tell Hannibal everything that no one else (even Will) could have conjectured. They would talk freely about crimes and Hannibal would go into horrifying details about how he carries out his murders and Sherlock would be utterly fascinated by his intelligence. I can totally imagine John Watson being nerve-wracking disturbed if he was in Sherlock’s place, uncomfortable while interacting with a monster. They would talk about crimes too but Hannibal would be superficial and John, judgmental.

no its not okay

On the other hand if Sherlock has a conversation over tea with Will Graham he could provide some insight into what is reality and fantasy which could be interesting. But it will stop there. But between Sherlock and Hannibal, the conversation will flow naturally like two lovers meeting after a very long time. Hannibal would describe his crimes but Sherlock would insist that he should explain the intricacies. Hannibal in turn would test him and ask him to guess which (off course) Sherlock correctly would. Sherlock would be utterly fascinated by how, for so long, Hannibal managed to hide his heinous crimes from the police and he would politely reply, “Because it’s not Scotland Yard”.

not my division

I can imagine both being completely, utterly and inappropriately admiring each other. Sherlock would appreciate that finally he found a serial killer whom he cannot easily deduce and Hannibal would be grateful that he had found an intellectual match. These men would be enemies off course, but the rare sort who respect their opponent. If Sherlock and John ever got a case of one of Hannibal’s victims, John will approach him with hatred and disgust (like any normal person). But Sherlock will feel charm and ecstasy (like fan girls). Not because he likes Hannibal or anything, simply because he is a pure genius. Criminal but genius. Much like Moriarty, even better.

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.

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.

Through The Police Box

I have a love/hate relationship with fan art. I love Sherlock Holmes lying dead on the ground with an outline of black angel wings around his body. But I hate Hermione Granger kissing Professor Snape (seriously?) The beauty of fan art lies in bringing irrelevant things together and depicting them in such a lovely way that you are forced to think, ‘Holy shit! This was meant to be!’ One of my favourite series of fan arts is a Doctor Who/ Disney Princesses crossover by Karen Hallion . Here I have put all my favourites and I will tell you why. Now feast your eyes!

Merida - Brave

I love this one because 1) Merida is my favourite disney princess, 2) The Doctor is not rescuing Merida, she is struggling and fighting to reach him (i.e. the exact opposite of a damsel in distress)

Rapunzel - Tangled

Rapunzel is my second favourite and this whole picture, her sitting outside the tower dejected with her life of predictability and monotony. Him flying mid-air in a TARDIS , offering her his hand and asking her to join him and have the privilege of seeing all of space and time. *quietly sobs*

Mulan - Mulan

Mulan is my third favourite and this picture is pure magic!

Cinderella - Cinderella

If this does not look like a scene from your ultimate dream fairy tale, I resent you. I don’t know why but I have strong feelings that if the Doctor really took disney princesses as his companions, he would fall hopelessly in love with Cinderella. I mean, just look at her.

Tinkerbell - Peter Pan

This drawing is the cleverest one of the lot. Tinkerbell in the small lamp above the TARDIS lighting up dark worlds for the Doctor. You can see the rest of the drawings here and trust me, they are all breath-taking.


My favourite thing about this series is that the artist does not reveal the identity of the Doctor. It is a beautiful enigma as we try to figure out who it is and let our imaginations run wild. But I believe it must be the 10th Doctor, after-all he was (is) the most popular with women!

As I Lay Poisoned

Only I’m probably the only one saying this but I will miss Joffrey! The infamous ‘Purple Wedding’ took place two days ago and people who had not seen it coming celebrated the death of the most hated character on Game of Thrones but people who had read the books knew a lot of darkness was still to come.  I never thought I would ever hate a fictional character more than Professor Dolores Umbridge but then came jJoffrey Baratheon- the spoilt, greedy, arrogant and sometimes (all the time?) plain evil and I immediately knew that he was going to invoke strong emotions in me.


It is strange that a 13 year old can cause so much damage but Joffrey has proved that a 13 year old with a neglecting Father and over-pampering Mother can be dangerous. His behaviour proves that too much love can harm. So today we will talk about one of my favourite characters and undoubtedly the best young actor in Game of Thrones.


One of the most peculiar things about Joffrey is the dynamic he shares with his mother. Cersei Lannister can single-handedly be blamed for Joffrey’s crude attitude but everytime Joffrey insulted Tyrion, she looked at him as if he had slaughtered a wild boar. Cersei never got love from her parents and she didn’t want Joffrey to feel the way she did- lonely and miserable. So she loved him foolishly, unconditionally and wholeheartedly. She loved him so much that it led him to his doom. I found this relationship between two characters that George R. R. Martin established very fascinating. These two represent 90% of the mother-son relationships in the world. Mother’s love their sons so much that they are blind to logic, reason and manipulation (Trust me, I speak from personal experience).


The next thing that caught my eye was Joffrey’s treatment of Sansa. He hates her so much he wants to cause her pain in every possible way. He wants to spoil  her  family relations by hurting Arya’s dog, he wants to humiliate her by disrobing her in court, he wants to emotionally break her by killing her family and he want to psychologically harm her by insulting her husband Tyrion in front of everyone. He hates her so much, he will go to any lengths to wreak havoc in her life. I don’t really mind it though, seeing as Sansa is a dim-witted ninny. But what I do have a huge,huge problem with is Joffrey insulting Tyrion. Nobody messes with my favourite character!


Then one day when he was happy causing more anger and hurt as always, that too on his wedding day- universally hated Joffrey was drank wine which Tyrion gave him and the world turned upside down. I hadn’t read the books so I didn’t see it coming. When he drank it and began choking I thought he might be sick or something, I did not react at all. Off course a Westerosi wedding needs drama, so there it was. But then he couldn’t stop coughing and my eyes began widening. Then he fells and began vomiting as Cersei and Jaime ran to him and turned him around. That’s when it hit me, George R. R. Martin killed him!



George R. R. Martin finally killed that character that everyone was waiting for him to kill. He did it! Just like that King Joffrey of houses Lannister and Baratheon was gone and I am simple in complete awe of Jack Gleeson’s acting chops. Joffrey’s character proved that too much can eat you up and swallow you whole. It is an important lesson and he could have learned it the easy way as well. But then again, when you play the Game of Thrones you win or you die.