Reflections of life

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Faith

Faith is like an ocean, deep and wide. It is enormous enough to give refuge to all those who come to it finding their shores. 

Boats laden with all kind of emotions float on its waters.  Hope allows them not to drown. 

Breaking the frames #When Clothes don’t fit me…

The society builds for its members certain kinds of frames in which everyone is expected to fit regardless of their features and their choices. The one who doesn’t fits is criticized , tormented, made to be afraid and finally crushed.

Female are always told what to wear and what not. Sometimes I wonder all people see in a women is her ‘appropriateness’ ( like if they get sometime offstaring at their skin). It doesn’t matter if you are a girl next door or a celebrity like Priyanka Chopra. ( C’mon its her choice as to what to wear while meeting the PM and believe me she looked just perfect.)

We all are fighting and struggling with it, either in silence or through rebellion. Let me a share a small conservation I had with an uncle who leaves in my neighbourhood which gave me some sense of satisfaction.

So the scene was that a few students were waiting for their bus in the morning. One of the girls was a wearing salwar suit ( for my foreign friends, its a an ethnic Indian dress) which is actually her school uniform. Her father, who can be perceived as a perfect sample of men overeaten by stereotypes in particular to “ideal way a women should behave”, commented that girls don’t look good in skirts . So salwar suits should be the school uniform of every school. After all salwar suit is the traditional attire of India and we must stick to our culture. And then he gave a long speech on its pros . He ended himself with weird kind of a pride in his eyes which also awaited a round of thundering praises and cheers.

I could feel my blood boiling. But when he glanced at me expecting an approval, I decided to agree with him.

“Yes Uncle. You are absolutely right . Why not?”

” But just one thing, if culture is everything you care about.then boys should also be made to wear dhoti kurta to school. Because as far as I remember trousers and shirts are of English origin.”

” And if the matter is something else, then please Uncle be kind enough to keep it with yourself. Thank you!”

His face made an awkward position that reflected his distaste over my view point but I didn’t  care.

Let me make one thing clear, through this post I don’t want to fight for a girl’s right to wear skirts or short dresses, but a girl’s freedom to wear whatever she likes and wants, Freedom that she won’t be judged by her clothes. A girl wearing a skirt will not be seen as ‘characterless’ and the one wearing a saree will not be underestimated and disregarded as behen ji.

I am not restricted to my clothes…i am beyond material!

share your thoughts with me and with one another

stereotypes will freeze if we will not break the ice !

College Confusion

Hey Guys!

Well, my board results have come and yes I am very happy with my percentage. But it was accompanied by a lot of confusion.

Wait I’ll explain you.

First of all, I want to make a career for myself in journalism and mass communication but I want to take it up at post graduation level. For my graduation, I want to take up some course that would help me build a knowledge base. So after a lot of thinking, I decided to go for Political Science Honours.

But yet another dilemma awaited me….the GREAT COLLEGE CONFUSION.For sure I want to get into Delhi University. I am confused between LSR and Hindu.

LSR is at a higher rank than Hindu. But the problem with it is that, first it is very far off from my place and second it is a very isolated college. Hindu, on the other hand is in North campus of Delhi University which like a dream place and has a fabulous and lively atmosphere.

So right now, the state of my mind is a little unsettled. I want to go for the best. Let see where I land!

P.S.-Please give me your suggestions, what do you think and what you would have done if you were at my place.

All You Need

Sometimes

All you need is a person

Who listens to you

Quietly

When you can’t control emotions

All you need is a person

Who gives you the freedom to

Confide darkest confessions

Who neither comments

Nor questions

Who remains quiet and just listens to you

When you feel burdened, dejected, broken

Wounded by words

Or

Provoked by anger

All you need is someone

Who refuses to be judgmental

Who doesn’t gauge the depth of your emotions

Who doesn’t want to control them

Sometimes

All you need is a person

Who just listens without responding

Without reflecting

Without keeping anything for long

Sometime all you need is someone

Just someone.