“Gentleman” I wish he was real and true and there in front of me
But for me he is a mystical creature made in stories and in the books of fun.
He is the guy who opens door for you only to hold you hand which then holds his love while he moans in foreign tongue.
He is the guy who buys you a nice dinner and asks for it under the table and scraps your knees if you say… dare you say no.
He is the guy who walks past you on the street to touch your guarded bits.
He is the one who asks you to smile in the club or on the road or in your home.
He is the guy who wants you to be his early morning breakfast or the midday meal or the midnight snack sometimes all in the same day just because he wants it.
He wants you to swarm his inbox with your discreet pictures so that he can know your insecurities like the back of his hands.
“Gentleman” I wish I knew where you were so that I could come to you but I know you would just call me when you need me or never text me back so I stand here surrounded with my miseries.
You are out there on your white horse but that horse is me and that whip is your weapon and you strike me and ask me to do faster faster faster.
“Gentleman” I wish he was real and true and there in front of me
In this dynamic era there are many changes that have taken place; we have reached the moon, discovered a meteorite in Antarctica and most importantly made fidget spinners. Along with the technological, political and environmental changes the human has also changed. Most of us firmly believe that woman is no less than man and the word ‘Feminism’ is widely used so much that it has lost its meaning. Now a woman working is nothing and a woman not working is a huge deal which makes me wonder, is it important for a woman to go out in the world and make a mark?
Yesterday a met a very beautiful girl, she was my sister’s friend. She doesn’t want to get a job or a degree she wants to get married and make children and because of that everyone looks down upon her. Like most of us are trying to make our CV this girl (let’s call her Tina) is making her CV for marriage, she takes cooking classes, baking classes, she can manage kids, she can listen to blabber of old people , she is submissive and super sexy a perfect marriage CV but why do people look down upon her? It is her choice after all.
In this world of ultra development we forgot about being true to ourselves, at least Tina is being true to herself. This situation makes me wonder the real reason of a woman, is she made to go out in the world and make a career, do a job and hustle? Or maybe she wants to spend her days making a home, nurturing human beings, teaching values and what not. What I am trying to convey is why we say a woman is not worth anything if she chooses homemaking over career, isn’t homemaking a job?
Turn back time and think of our mothers, who spent her days and nights teaching us, taking care of the house and family, a woman can be a teacher, an electrician, a cook , a baker, an accountant and still we say that a housewife does no job and we boycott the woman who have dreams of just marrying. More trash is given to a woman who left her job to get married but I don’t see anything wrong in that. What if that is what she planned all along? Let me tell you marriage is much much harder than any job there is. So please don’t see stay at home wife as no one they are working much more than you and are much more happier than you as well.
A marriage CV is equally important as a regular CV, at least the marriage CV gets us a partner a regular CV gets us rejection (if you don’t have 4.0) and do not give me crap about “but you lose your independence right after marriage” if you’re a head strong lady and have the power to convey her thoughts you can never lose your independence, your independence is in your hand.A woman can be anything she wants to be, she has a choice and let her choose. If a woman wants to be a house-maker let her be, if she wants to marry right after school what is wrong in that?
Respect everyone and judge no one.
I want you to come to my house of matrimony, a big white house with dogs barking at the front. A house which is made of beautiful hopes and dreams and my days and nights of hard work. I will cook a perfect breakfast for you while you gaze at my gallery wall, while I serve you can compliment my engagement ring. I will talk to you about my beautiful children who loves to go out for a walk, then my husband will come from behind and kiss me goodbye while he leaves for his bureaucratic job. Then we can sip tea while we take long walks in my garden filled with roses and small swimming pool cleaned with perfection. I am a home maker now and I don’t care, I love it! I will tell you about my perfect honeymoon at Bahamas how my husband went crazy while spending all his money. I will tell you about the next party we are throwing celebrating my 20th Anniversary. I will tell you about my love story which took 16 years in the making, will tell you about my previous job description and how lonely I felt without him by my side.
Then I will zone out and you will snap your fingers in front of my eyes and you will tell me that the groom is here, I will put on a fake smile and walk the small aisle of thrones, trying to hide my tears. At the end of it will be standing a stranger, a man not from my dreams but from reality.
If there is a jail as big as something that is arranged marriages. I, being an 18 year old ignorant person don’t know much about how marriages work but what from Ms.Jane taught me I know it takes two hearts to make one soul and whole life to build a matrimony.
When you’re a dreamer you think about your special day daily and with love affairs always buzzing the news channel keeping the mind off of love is hard. I also imagine what my perfect love story would look like. A dark handsome boy will take me from the arm and ask me to be mine, he will go down on one knee under the star lit sky and ask me the magic words with the ring in his hands, the ring will be a small diamond not a big one but a very tiny diamond dressed on my finger and I will cry and cry and will say yes and then… I will wake up. Will get ready to marry some dark fat Indian guy with nose hair who will try to grope me at our wedding night, I will answer some random questions about my purity to strangers whom now I call my family. This will be my fate I know.
This has always happened in my family, since the day I became capable of dreaming big dreams i was told they are worthless.
My dream house is a ruin, my dream ring is still at Tiffany’s, my pet dogs never been rescued, my children are still trapped in the shackles of my brain, my gallery wall doesn’t have enough pictures because my sister-in-law hates interior decoration, there is no swimming pool because my husband cannot breathe under water, the garden of roses is a barren ground because nobody wants to invest, the honeymoon never happened because he had office work to do, I guess there will be no 20th anniversary because I would like to die before the 2nd all of this because I was told not to find my perfect husband but my parents did that job for me by matching the stars in the sky.
I wish it could be any different.
When I go shopping I go ahead and look at the Tees that I want and try it on, if it is not my size, style, colour I toss it and it becomes best outfit for another person, but here my mom went out shopping found the tee which was situated in the shiniest of corners had a classic rack to live in, had good company surrounding him, had a good product name and a perfect job but the tee is a loose fit for me, I look like a potato in it and I cannot take it off as it is mine…I am its forever and even if i did i will be disgraced for life.
I am imagining a night full of sky and long beach walks and I wake up to the sound of snoring, told to cook breakfast while he went to the job i had no idea about.
I was imagining talking days and nights talks about books, politics and environment and I woke up with him looking at me with a dead look asking me to shut up.
I was imagining a dark tall handsome man to go down on one knee and give me a ring of my dreams and i woke up with snarly stares baring gaping holes in me talking about my big nose and small eyes.
I was imagining throwing a game of thrones themed wedding where i dance like crazy and i woke up with sounds of kids shouting and snatching my sari, with 200 strangers asking me how i am?
And I tell them all, I am not fine cause i woke up.
I would rather sleep forever.
How do you feel now that you’re gone
Left behind my bitchy self who always complained about your shirts and socks
You must be so happy when you walked out of the door
When you slam it shut, and ran from the corridor
Ran so fast so that I don’t catch you.
You’re so free right now.
Yes I am a bitch, complaining about rape culture more than I should maybe I am more of a bitch when I say no
Or when you look that way at me and I scrunch my nose.
You left behind a bitch, a bitch that lives alone,
In the depth of despair and a grave that only I have known.
I am sorry if I want to stay out all night
I am sorry if I want to pay my own bills
I am sorry if I like to take my own decisions and has no chill
I am sorry if I dyed my hair without telling
I am sorry if I am always yelling
I am sorry that I man-spread and eat straight out of the box.
I am sorry I am like this, a total bitch.
But you’re free now from all the bitchy ness and all the mess, you’re free from all the stupidity and changing your shirt fourteen times to colour coordinate
Guess you weren’t just out of my dream novel so you had to go
But this bitch is alone with a resting face
The slivers of my heart are fell on the ground
but I wont pick em up I don’t need them now.
I am living with a tear trying to tear out my eye
I am okay, I promise.
I promise I will feel better if I correct someone’s grammar or maybe point their mistakes out.
I will be fine when I will find my someone new and shoo him away too
But you’re free
Maybe you’re with a girl who just likes to get choked and sit on her knees
Maybe you’re with a girl who doesn’t tell you to leave
Maybe you’re with a girl who spells wrongly
But that is okay you’re free and it is not a challenge anymore.
This is a question to every girl out there, what comes to your head when you see a female who is a stranger to you?
Maybe a thought pops about how she is dressed or maybe the way she is walking/looking/smiling/eating, to the extreme a flame of jealousy burns your entire soul but has it ever occurred to you that you both are incredible human being who has come on Earth to slay men’s existence? Both of you are beautiful female, proud owners of the vag?
Maybe not, let me change that for you. Read till the end of this post and fall in love with your fellow female, metaphorically and literally, because we are all in this together.
When Lilly Singh coined the term ‘Girl Love’ I instantaneously fell in love with it because I related to it in heights. Why should we let people establish a belief that girls always fight, why should we give them a reason to call us out? We should we united isn’t it?
We become friends in mere seconds, we put pointy sticks in our eyes, and we dance in heels, regret it and do it again! We are the most beautiful people in the world, so why hate each other?
We have absolutely no reason to hate each other, because we make each other and we are the only one who knows what it means when we say ‘It is Okay’ (it is not okay, it is never okay, okay?)
There are abundant reasons to hate a fellow female:
A boy chose her instead of you? Well, you should be proud that your fellow female got a boy in her life.
You think her dress was tacky? Why don’t you share your fashion advices with her, politely!
You think she is a mess? I think you’re able to clean that up.
You think is overdoing things? Why don’t you match her and enjoy together.
What are you waiting for? Why don’t you go and talk to that girl who seems so interesting. Think about all the bars you can hit, all the clothes you can share and all the boys you can complain about.
Please don’t give me crap about, “oh we cannot get along, she is not my type”.
Both of you have an incredible soul, both have vag and both love some chocolate in those days.
We are in this together. Period. (Both types of period, mind you)
It seems like everyone is inspired by Mean Girls but has anyone watched the full movie? Instead of reenacting the scenes of back bitching and name calling we can reenact one scene of sharing the awards because we all deserve a fucking award for the days we go through, like we wear caged bras and pay a fortune for that inconvenience I don’t see why we should not get an award.
And don’t get me started on the drama over boys, like girl why? Why are you hitting on that boy who has a girlfriend? Respect them and be full of pride that your girl is killing the boyfriend game, love doesn’t come easy so don’t ruin it, kay?
I don’t get why girls seems to hate their boyfriend’s exes, like what is the deal with that? One relationship didn’t work out, the guy jumped into another one simple as that, why hate the poor girl who had to put up with your boyfriend’s anger, jealousy and disregard? She did a good job now it is your turn to complete your term.
Let us all celebrate femininity and thrive in it, let us share our Victoria Secret’s lingerie, tampons and dresses. Also, if you’re like a huge singer, who ruled the entire pop culture then share your Grammy!
Yes!! I am talking about that moment when Adele broke her Grammy into two and shared it with Beyonce, she was in tears, I was in tears, everyone was in tears, because why not? That was the biggest exhibit of girl love ever seen. I guess we want that kind of love between girls, no pride, no cat fights all the love.
When Adele can, then all of us can and will!
We don’t stop ourselves from singing high pitched ‘Hello’ then why can’t we be like Adele?
If two queens can be such good friends then why can’t we be?
Let us reign supreme!
On the side note: Pregnant Beyonce on that chair, diving in like a fucking acrobat had me dead. I was dead I swear.
So if you hate a girl, go ahead and fix things with her as she is the only one who would understand what it feels like when your winged eyeliner is not winged. She is the only one who understands what it feels like wearing spanx or having extensions or being a female.
I will be talking to my boyfriend’s ex and congratulate her as she put up with his anger issues, because boy she killed it!
Let us all dance to Beyonce and share chocolates because Girls, we run this world!
Let us all share Grammys, shall we?
For all the ignorant men and women of the world:
I am Diksha Shree Tiwari a nobody from India but I feel that I am smart enough to tell you a thing or two about CONSENT, Not a hard word right? Just a seven letter word which can be find in any of the anti-patriarchal, normal or unbiased dictionary of the world but in your dictionary it cannot find its place as you are too full of yourself to understand it.
It doesn’t matter what the person is saying and how he or she is saying it, for you it always will be in the favor of how you want it to be. Probably you don’t understand English or maybe you weren’t brought up to understand the word, whatever the reason might be not understanding it cannot be excused but somehow through some intergalactic loophole you are excused of not knowing this word and it disgusts me.
‘No’ means ‘No’, no matter in what capacity it is said or believed, no matter how loud or how shrill it may sound, no matter how stupid you are to understand it, if a person says ‘No’ it means that he or she is not interested in the thing that you’re suggesting that is your cue to back off, if still you are not backing off you are dumb and you need some kind of education, I hope trial in the court would be enough for you to understand it.
Somehow, all the people in the world fail to understand the word ‘Consent’ only because the person saying it does not matter to them, the stereotypical and prejudices morons of the world establish some kind of judgment in their head and they work upon it.
Just because she is wearing a dress a little too revealing it does not mean she will be interested.
Just because she flirted with you before it does not mean that she will be interested.
Just because he comes to your house for Homework daily it does not mean that he will be interested.
Just because she sells her body for sex does not mean that she will be interested.
Just because he looks nice and quiet does not mean that he will be interested.
Weather the person is your wife\girlfriend, boyfriend\husband or just a stranger if the person says no it is your job to respect it and back off.
Everybody in this world is subject to his or her own decision, every person in this world can make his/her own lives and have a brain to do so, you are nobody to tell them what they should do or force them to do it and if you do it then you are the most coward person the world who has no strength to get what you want with respect and honor.
If a person is roaming the streets at night you are no one to judge him or her and think that just because he/she can roam about at 2 in the morning she/he will be very much interested in going to bed with me. Guess what honey boo, NO!
Yes you want to satisfy your wee bit of ego by forcing yourself on another person but that cannot be allowed and I hope somebody tell you this but let me be your mirror the world doesn’t revolve around you and your whims and fancies so sit the fuck down and calm your underwear.
So next time you try to pitch your idea to any person in the world if she/he said no you will back off because you are not a complete uneducated moron, you are much better than that.
I hope all you people understand what ‘Consent’ is and if you said ‘no’ to understand it, it is okay I will not force myself onto you and make you understand it, I will give you your space and respect your ‘Consent’ because that is what is right.
Note: This blog screams how less of a crap I give!
New Year is supposed to be the most joyous day of everyone’s life and why it shouldn’t be? Another year has passed by, we are getting closer to death, we are deteriorating our planet by each passing year and of course we will have to deal with bullshit like, Valentine’s Day again.
Everyone in the world is talking about New Year, New Me crap but I am here all like, bro New Year, Old Me. Nothing in this world can change who I have become so what a flip of a calendar can do for me?
I was a lazy person who is one movie away from a complete failure and I am still a lazy person who is one movie away from a complete failure and 2017 has not done anything in my favor so why should I go on my knees and try to become a person who I am not and don’t want to be. I don’t do crunches, I have never done crunches and I never plan to start crunching then why should I hit the gym just because it is the New Year and I am inclined to become a newer version of myself and still hate myself with every intake of carbohydrate, and for all the people who are going to the gym here is my word to you:
“You are not better than me and your abs has nothing on my lump of fat, your arm is mainstream and your chiseled chest is nothing. Please call me when your fitness fiesta gets over so that we can talk about pizza because right now I cannot talk about pizza to you because you look at me in a weird way and I don’t like your looks and how all the guys come to you and how you don’t have to pay for your drinks.
Attached with this you will find a dress which doesn’t fit me”
I mean I like my habits and if I want to change them I will change it from the next second not next year, why should I wait a whole year to change myself when I can do it right now? Because having cigarettes from 2nd January to 31st December doesn’t make any sense to me.
Another thing that I hate about ‘New Year, New Me’ is that people don’t stick to it. You took a resolution while you were sober (I hope), in full consciousness, you promised yourself or your mother something and still you are unable to follow that doesn’t it depress you just a little? You decided something and you were not able to accomplish that and by not taking any resolution I am saving myself of the pain and the heartbreak, cheers to me.
Now let us all talk about (or read about) how pointless New Year’s parties are, shall we?
If you are celebrating with your family you will go to bed at 12:10 or you are in an Indian family you will go to sleep at 11:45; if you are celebrating with friends you will be too drunk to even notice or if you don’t drink you will be too tired to even notice; and if you are celebrating with your significant other then I hate you.
So why do you want celebrate the night before, why is it a huge thing, why is it happening in the world?
Do you dance and celebrate a day before Diwali or Holi? No, because you are too busy sleeping.
The only time I will celebrate my New Years would be when I will be standing in Times Square until then tata New Year party you suck!
In the end, I would like to tell you I am not a hater, I am just jealous.
P.S. – Happy 2017, have fun writing 2016 in the year column for another two months.
Behind the blurs,
Lays the words…
That can bring people down.
Behind the blurs,
Lays those obscene scenes…
those are not meant for the world to see.
Behind the world,
Lays those absurd images…
that has the power to give you nightmares.
Behind the blurs,
Lays the shreds of dignity…
which can’t be stitched back
Behind the blurs
Lays Mrs. Anonyms…
who will never show her face again.
Behind the blur
Lays the man who did wrong…
He won’t see the light of the day.
Behind the blurs
Lays the well-wisher…
whose life is in danger
Behind the blurs
Lays the lie, the wrongs, the truth, the right.
Behind the blurs,
Lays everything that matters
but can’t be shown
Behind the blurs,
Lays what is unseen, unfelt but is embedded in our soul
There is a world, stories and woes which lays
Behind the blurs.
We are human isn’t it that enough? Why we need similarities of caste, creed and color in order to get along with each other, the color of the blood and same type of digestive system should be enough.
Or so I think.
We made this planet a better place to live in and when it wasn’t a better place we worked together to make it a better place and I am talking about the most rudiment circa of the time, I am talking about early men and women, the cave people who I am sure had no issues with each other. Finally, the world is a better place to live in and when it is a better place we are exchanging bombs instead of books and love.
Like am I missing something? Because last time I checked I didn’t want to kill someone because he was fairer than me, or darker than me , or he took my oil, or we didn’t read same religious books or he made fun of me.
All the fights are pointless. Terrorism never has and never will achieve anything. Whatever the reason might be the killing are absolutely redundant and this situation can easily be solved over a cup of coffee.
Or so I think.
Can we not kill people who allegedly are different?
NOBODY IS DIFFERENT.
We all breathe the same air and if you are doing it any differently you need to go see a doctor not kill your Earth-mates.
Can we not get offended for any reason?
Humans have the habit to mock and mimic and you should take it as a complement that he is trying to be like you.
Can we not play the blame game? It is boring!
MUSLIMS ARE NOT TERRORISTS. Nobody is a terrorist. Those people who are killing are psychopaths and sadists who got out to kill because their TVs weren’t working. They woke up and thought today I am going to cause turbulence and blame the almighty, and this stupid can be anyone not just one particular caste.
We are humans and we have the power to change.
You have the power to change.
Please change. Mind your own business.
Today the world runs on a piece of paper those optionally biodegradable sheets with stuff written on it which controls the humanity, just when you think the world is enough twisted a piece of paper slams you down and crushes your hopes.
The most important paper got to be the money; the currency notes not only gives us the materialistic pleasures but also is a way to get accepted in the society, we also use it to control other human beings with the means if it.
“Throw the money and watch them dance”
It is popular and a hundred percent true; no matter how confidently we say money is not important we do end up cursing the Mc Donald’s employee when he rolls his eyes when we give him coins. We do give in to the material benefits further proving how important money is. None of us have the courage and enough money to help those in needs, money is hard to let go and forget about others think about yourself: how many times this piece of paper stopped you from getting what you want, it could be a dress or your favorite college.
Another important piece of paper since the beginning of times is the degree. Yes! You are talented we know but until and unless we don’t receive a piece of paper which conforms to your talent you don’t deserve anything in this world, not even a dog. You have to spend most of your lives in an institution listening to someone’s speech and learn everything a night before and write it on a paper in three hours and forget everything as soon as you exit the room, you will get mentally disturbed in the process and of course another important piece of paper will flow out of your pocket but it assure a job which has nothing to do with the stuff you “studied”.
Also, in a sub-rant, I want to bring light to the fact that how pointless the three-hour rule is, whatever you studied your whole life is to be written in three hours or you fail! And just in case three hours, something goes wrong, you fail!
Forget about the paper.
If your job requires you to use a computer the personnel won’t believes a living human being who says “I know what computer is” but believe a paper from some institution (bigger the better)
In the crooked world another paper which is important is the legacy and lease, yeah that tells everyone that the property or some money or a dog or anything belongs to you but those things are really important in a way so let go.
On the contrary to the modern world, there are some emotional papers that mean the world to us: like the letters from your beloved who is in the border fighting for the nation the anecdote of his adventures with the stain of tears, the promises that he will come back. That paper is truly important!
Or the paper with the messed up writing of a child which says that he loves his mother that means the world to the beholder, she will guard it with her life. That paper is important!
Or the ‘open when’ letters a patient is writing on the hospital bed to everyone in the family, pouring out the slightly dysfunctional heart, putting to words the love she feels, making up for all those moments she has missed and will miss in future.
The most important letter, in my opinion, is one that Mr. Darcy wrote to Elizabeth which made her understand “how ardently he loves her” which shown her the true side of her lover, how beautiful the words were which made her walk a distance and unite with her love, if that letter wouldn’t show his glory Pride and Prejudice would never happen; or they could’ve texted each other with emojis.
Also, the application from your dream job or favorite college you once received; the proof of your worth and the result of your hard work, one step closer to the dream life in your head, a sense of accomplishment and self-regard.
The wedding card of the unity of you and your lover; the sealing the deal and telling the world that we are together. You went through all the fights and quarrels and finally you are getting married everything is perfect and you are ready to spend life with your love, forever.
And last but certainly undoubtedly indisputably not the least the books; those stacks of paper are a piece of wonders to the beholder and does marvel to one’s life. For a reader, it’s a card to a different world for a writer it’s the outcome of the hard work and grit.
There are some hideous papers too like bills or your high school friend’s wedding card when you yourself is happily in love with Netflix but these are just a hurdle to an important one.
Anyways, next month my important paper is coming let see what I have earned after spending my whole life in a classroom and learning things I can’t recall.