“She overcame everything that was meant to destroy her and that in itself was enough to bring a change……..”
And thus we begin again (pun intended if you got it, ik one of you will), today I’ll rant on about Double Standards in our society, since there are soo many of them that I found out, I’ll make a few parts of this cause I have over 15 of these so maybe 3 in each post? Cause otherwise it’ll be too long and I kinda need content too so uh yeah😅 (We all will ignore the fact that I am VERY lazy) Letttsssssgoooooooooooooo
“When a woman cries, it’s viewed as normal. When a man cries, he’s told to man up” Throughout the world, crying is a symbol of the weak, when in reality it makes you stronger once you accept that you have feelings and suffer trauma. It’s generally said that whenever a person starts crying that person is acting like a girl because the society associates feelings and emotions to women and shows men as feelingless which is said that that shows them as stronger. Men are told not to cry because they are depicted as the stronger gender and crying is for the weak. In reality though, this world would be a better place if we let both genders express their emotions because that is a symbol of strength and accepting life at it’s best.
“A man does something it’s strategic, a woman does the same thing, it’s calculated; a man is allowed to react where a woman can only over-react”-Taylor Swift The society has a different vocabulary for the same things both the genders do, but a match harsher one for women. They criticize those women who go against the patriarchy and question them for a change; and oftentimes in India they even comment, ‘ladki haath sei nikal gayi’ (she is out of your hands) like hell yeah, you are no one to control her! She saw how you were squashing her and she got rid of you, that’s powerful. Or maybe just those women who wish to bring the same change as men, and that’s where the criticism begins. It’s calculated in the sense that she has an evil plan when she is only doing the same thing a man did with a proper plan but has to face backlash for it. Same is when women are called drama queens jokingly and are always said that they overreact because them ‘reacting’ is always too much as their opinions aren’t valued the way the men’s are.
“When a man says no, it’s the end of a conversation, When a woman says no, it’s the beginning of a negotiation“ I mean do I even need to explain that? That’s truth in itself if we paid more attention to our normal everyday conversations which we overlook. And men are always taken more seriously which is absolutely unfair and just impractical and just infuriating okay, I’ve freaking noticed this in real life a lot times too, IT’S NOT FAIR.
And yeah, that’s it for today, have you ever felt any of these in your daily life? PS I have more posts on this coming soon!
I am burning, I am writhing and a part of me is dying, the innocent one, the little kid.
I’m powerful, and my light shines even after years. I’m a star.
I am integral for life, and under my light you all hide.
No I’m not big, but that just means I’ll shine longer. Yet I’m not small, nor is my shine or my glow, you aren’t close enough to see me shine and you never will be. I’m a star.
I’m so far away you’ll never reach me, you’ll never know me well enough.
I’m a star. I am not pretty because I’m raging and burning, and I AM ON FIRE. I’m not meant to be pretty but I do so in your eyes, for that beauty, a sign of my strength and sedulous work.
You’ll study me like the mysterious fireball that I am aeons later.
You see my past and reflect on it, dreaming about my present and my future, a pity you won’t see it, you say. You won’t be there.
I am a star.
FIlled with hydrogen, my words can make you dizzy and lose control.
I am a star.
I’m filled with helium and you know, I’m deathly.
I am a star
What you see is a flicker of what I was, a twinkling past.
I am a star.
I look beautiful to you, even in my darkest times, and my presence, a relief.
For I am a star.
For I am a star.
A twinkling, burning, dying star but I’ll live longer than you.
I’m the same as many other stars, just different in size, yet so different, but that’s something you’ll never realise.
I am a star.
You’re seeing and admiring my past, because my present you’ll never see, you won’t be worthy of seeing it.
I am a star
To those who think stars, not lovely, well they aren’t meant to. Because they have the power to burn you.
I am a star.
My past and my shine can light up a dark night.
I am a star.
I’m burning, and it’ll take me a second to destroy you.
I am a star.
And a single star like me, can turn your world upside down.
And then into nothing.
Hey guys! MERRYYY CHRISTMASSSSS!!!!!!!!🎄❄🎅🏻
How are you all? It’s been so long, since I’ve been active here. So recently in my last poem, I talked about me being a star and many people asked me how and here is how. SOOOO Just some random things I mentioned that have facts behind them-
A pretty basic one but obviously starlight reaches us after years so we see the past, even the light of sun is from the past.
The larger the stars are the shorter they live so tinier stars shine longer.
Obviously stars are pretty far away, you can’t reach them, just like some people, you want to get to know them, but they are so far away from you even when you talk to them everyday.
And stars are on fire so yeah.
All stars are made of hydrogen and helium so basically they have the same composition, yet every star is different in it’s own way (atleast to me).
Hydrogen gas makes us dizzy and helium is a deathly gas.
Stars obviously don’t twinkle.
Stars have a longer lifespan then the entire existence of human race.
Somehow I feel this post is wayy too sciency now😂. (I would make one of my friends so proud with such facts😂) Anyways once again I wish you all a Merry Christmas!!
(BTW one of my close friends opened a youtube channel some time back and he would really love some support, do check it out, it’s a great one. ).
“What if we all are just mere stories in a dreamers head, what if life is one in our own head, what if you are just a villain in my story, my dream, a nightmare I hope I don’t recount again.”
Illusions, dreams, nightmares, hallucinations. What if in reality that’s all our life is? Or what if maybe, we dreamt it all up and woke up to find none of it is real. What if you were never really my friend, just a villain in my story. What if you hadn’t been my friend all along, what if you don’t exist and I had dreamt you up. What if me annoying you was your nightmare and it didn’t happen, what if I was so lost in my dreams I thought you responded but you didn’t.
What if you dreamt me up, or about me, and then forgot it wasn’t in real life. What if you imagined me something I wasn’t just for the sake of your sanity. What if you didn’t exist and I imagined it all up, all of you, all of everything and I am indeed insane in another world of reality.
Nothing is real in this world except me, or is everything real except me. What if this universe is paradoxical and I belong to a parallel one, what if one day you all turn against me, different creatures and I am the only one left, and such so in another universe, where people like me turned against one of you.
What if you all are coded to tell me you’re real and yet fill the same confusion in my mind thinking we’re the same but we’re not. What if you want me deluded, to turn me into something I’m not, or maybe just to throw me out of your way. Maybe you didn’t mean to hate me, maybe you were taught too. Maybe I should forgive you cause you were never really who you were, or maybe cause you didn’t exist, like now you don’t, atleast not for me.
What if all we see in this world is just our worst nightmares mixed with reality, or perhaps the good in our dreams mixed with the brutality of this world. The world is just an illusive vision, or maybe we are unwritten characters in a writer’s mind. Maybe we are characters in a book and people are reading us like we read or maybe people are watching us in a movie hall eating popcorn, without a care in the world, with kids screaming about everywhere. What if there is a larger and greater species than us, and to them we are just as tiny as atoms and exist like the amoeba, unseen yet studied upon by the curious.
And at the end what if nothing is real but I am, all alone in this universe just a single soul, with no assurity so as to what life is……..
I’m the strong fire,
I strive in pain,
I’m the weak fire,
Because like many,
I think about my gain.
There are ups,
Then there are downs,
And then I roar,
Till I am out of bounds!
You can’t control me,
Because I have already soared,
You can't stop me,
You can’t cease me,
Or you will be in the way of my sword,
And in the end I will be your lord!
I am myself,
And proud to be it,
I am strong and I am weak,
I’m a girl with a strong mind,
And I won’t be restrained,
I won’t be left behind,
I am a girl with pride!
I lost control over my most prized possession, You were it, You were my slave, And I, Your master, Your flowed in my veins, You were the blood, Thicker than the water of my worldly goods, I’m lost in your mystical world, Trapped by all the walls you built around me And now, You haunt me, You tempt me, You scorn me, You hurt me, You control me in your fingers, Like a switch switched on and off, Or a puppet in a puppeteer’s hands, You cajoled me into being confident, Till you crushed me, And destroyed me, Nothing is same anymore, I lost my authority over you, I can’t control the words anymore, My only power in this world, Gone forever….
Hey people! So I wrote a poem which is directed to those specific people who expect me to know everything because I’m a scholar, who mock me when I don’t know the answer, and the ones who treat me like an answer key, they are just so infuriating………. And those teachers who pick on you when no one can answer just cause they don’t like you…….. Oh and ‘Je ne sais pas’ means I don’t know.
Je ne sais pas,
Am I the only one in class?
All those questions,
Directed at me when no one can answer....
Je ne sais pas,
When you ask me the answers,
Is it weird that I can't answer?
Just because I'm a scholar doesn't make me a genius,
I'm human you know....
Je ne sais pas,
No, I don't know everything in this world,
And yes some facts do surprise me,
That too weird for you?
Je ne sais pas,
Yes I do learn in class,
Is that astounding for you?
I don't have google in my head,
I can't possibly know something before the teacher teaches it,
Whoever the teacher may be,
Even if I know it,
I might not understand it,
So I do need to listen in classes like you do,
Not a super human people...
Je ne sais pas,
Why is it so surprising,
I'm a human,
There are many things I am not aware of,
Just accept it....
Je ne sais pas tout,
C'est la vie pour toi,
At the end of the day,
I'm a human,
I don't know everything,
Stop exclaiming when I admit it,
I don't care what you think,
I have questions,
And so many more,
I'm not your answer key,
Because many a times I myself don't know,
I don't care what you think,
When I tell you that,
Because the truth is,
Je ne sais pas la réponse,
Je n'ai pas peur de l'admettre.....
Do you find it annoying when people expect you to know everything just because you’re good at studies?
Yeah the title is a bit boring I guess? So basically I wrote two poems for my school assembly few days ago (as in it was yesterday xD ) So I thought I’ll post them here, the first one was about exam preparation and I decided not to post it, but might, like IDK if I should, but this one is…… Well you’ll read what it is……… Also I changed my header!!!!! Thank you for voting and your opinions everyone!!!
Tons of deaths,
Tons of progress,
A war fought here,
Peace bought there!
Our world goes through stages,
With tons of changes,
The fools don’t know,
What many undergo!
Things change in our country
And in our world,
Be a well informed global citizen,
And help our world!
Yeah it was super cringy, IK Anyways, given that I am super lazy to update my divider to match my new green shade (its a duller and darker shade than the previous one oof), I’m just gonna end it here and go to sleep!
So if anyone wants me to post the boring exam one I will, for now I bid you all adieu, stay safe, have a good night (or a morning, afternoon or evening, or whatever you have)!!!!
The freakiest words one can ever hear, “You’re just as sane as I am”.
So recently I was irritating my friend Priyamvada (who also happens to be an awesome blogger) a few minutes ago, and she was going crazy sitting at home and all, then I sent her a message “Don’t worry, you’re just as sane as I am.”
So she’s a very calm, cool, SANE and not so crazy like me, so she was sorta ranting on, cause school, oof, too much work these days, anyways, I just told her you’re just as sane as I am, and she went kaboom, so I’m just going to add a bit of her reaction (not that entire thing, no way am I going to do that).
So the funny thing, in this wasn’t how we went crazy or what, it’s just it made us realize to what extent covid is actually affecting us (if you knew me IRL you would know), so I am totally NOT going to rant on about how to keep it sane and keep us out of depression and how covid is totally DESTROYING our already doomed lives, I just going to say *realizes she forgot what she was going to say* I’m just going to leave it here. Staying at home is HARD. 9th grade is even harder. And we’re all equally sane, so no worries, everyone is going crazy, even the most cool calm and collected ones!
Have you ever scared your friend like I did today?
Hey humans! Happy Harry Potter Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here’s a poem on HP! (cause I am and will always be obsessed with Harry Potter, always)
The trio of magic
Their childhood might have been tragic
Those three got out with courage
And Hermione's knowledge
They taught me to live
They helped me thrive
They were my childhood
And taught me more than any mere textbook
And if you ask me
About my obsession
AFTER ALL THIS TIME
It'll be there ALWAYS
Here I have comprised a list of all my HP posts! They have tons of facts about Harry Potter I hope you like reading them, you can view more of them here and you can find all Potterly Wisdom posts here.
My first impression was that you were a crazy potterhead (in a good way) Now I still think that you’re a Potterhead, but you’re also poetic, creative and AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Huh, it’s entirely correct, though not so sure about the creative or poetic part…………….(I am trying to be poetic, it’s just hard and takes TONS of practice…….. Aww, thank you so much for the amazing part, you’re super cool!!!! And pretty awesome too!!!!Thank you for sending the impressions!!
First impression: I thought you were really cool cause you had written a book and stuff. I also thought you were older than me. I didn’t think you read that much though. What I think of you now: Well, I know that you aren’t super cool (No offence), but yeah, you can do some pretty cool stuff like beatboxing and stuff. But I also know now that you study a lot and work a lot, and I think that’s unhealthy for you, but obviously u wont listen to me. But you are also super sweet and I love that about you. And yeah, you read more books than I thought.
I am not that old, or cool………….. And I do read, I just forget to add it to goodreads, heheh😳None taken, but then again you aren’t either🤪(no offense, that’s makes us even :D)I do do that, I love beat-boxing, but you do too, and I DO NOT STUDY TOO MUCH, why does everyone say that, yayayay!!!!!Thank you for sparing out your oh so precious time your majesty for sending these impressions!…………………..😂(yeah but seriously thanks!)
First impression: I thought you were really really mature for your age. You have written 2 books for God’s sake. That’s what I thought. Whenever I came across you, I always used to think, “Woah, she’s so young and she has already done so much!” I thought that you didn’t show many emotions. And I really thought you were like a nerd or something. What I think of you NOW: You really are mature for your age. At least more than me, because I don’t act my age. But you are also very friendly. You try to help in all the ways you can. And you can really be a good friend. Even now, I think “Woah, she’s so young and she has already done so much!”. It makes me wonder what I was doing when I was your age. Also, you show emotion. You aren’t emotionless like I thought. And, Aanya, you are cool!
I am not mature, everyone says that, but I’m not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey I do show emotions but you know that now, and I am a HUGE nerd in real life……. Really you still think that, I am NOT mature………………………… Aww thanks!! Even you are really friendly (though a bit too good at pranks) Yayayay thanks, and thank you for sending this AND for the idea of this post!!!!!!
At first I thought – Big potterhead with a blog which writes only about the Wizarding world (in a good way) , also very supportive blogger (as you were there for me,when I just started) Now- Author,writes beautiful poems,still a big potterhead but not that frequent blogger (or maybe I can’t find you in my blogs anymore)
Yeah I was quite obsessed with Harry Potter at that time!!! Really? Thanks😁 Thank you 😀 Yeah I am not blogging too much these days (school) Thank you so much for sending the impressions!! You are one reallllllyyyy supportive blogger toooo!!!!!
First impression: I used to think that you were successful at WordPress at an inhumanly level. I saw you followers going up so quick, I have to admit, I was even kinda jealous at first. Plus you had written your own novel! I had also never thought that you could be my friend . Um….this is kinds embarrassing, I used to be really pleased when you used to comment on my posts . Now I don’t think about you that was at all. Being one of the three bloggers (I guess, or are there more) who know you really well, I realize you work too hard dude. And you’re too stubborn to admit it. Please admit it . But you’re also super dedicated into your work, whatever you do, which is something I really adore. You’re an amazing friend. You’re loyal, and you’re trustworthy. And really really helpful. You’re always there when we need you. You’re also super talented. Okay, is there any bad stuff . Hm yeah, you allow studies to get to your head way too much, you know very well how I feel about that, but you’ve never cared *puppy eyes* All in all, you’re an amazing friend. I’m glad to have you in my life . Just….study less, if you can….
I was not okay, and I admired you more as you had a more successful one you had more readers than me AND you took so little time to have 100 followers, really don’t worry so was I! I thought you won’t be mine since you’re older………. And of course I’d be your friend I love making friends (not so much in real life though, it’s scary) 6-7 of the really closest one and yes there are more, I DON’T WORK TOO HARD😭😭😭😭😭 I feel like I should start studying more, so no I cannot admit something that is NOT true. Aww thanks so much!!!!! I don’t, though maybe sometimes (just sometimes Nehal don’t you dare tease me about it) I do kinda feel like I overstudy so I forget, but eh. You’re a super awesome friend too!!!!!! Thank you so much for sending the impressions Nehal 😀
Next an ex-classmate of mine made a post about his first impressions about me to which I reacted in the comments, do check out his post here and give him a follow he is an awesome blogger who recently started blogging. And another next do check out 2 of my other classmates Priyamvada’s and Shamit’s blogs they are really awesome bloggers and splendid friends!!
Thank you so much those who sent the impressions all of them made my idea!!! Also I noticed some things going on in the blogosphere and some people giving Miriam (a really awesome blogging friend) hate comments, please don’t do that, she only did her job in informing about what Eesh did it’s a matter between her and him and not anybody else’s so leave both of them alone……..
A quick question how has your day been? What’s your current favorite song? Mine is Eleanor Rigby and Here comes the sun both by the beatles