It's my way!

No! I am not talking about the reel negatives, but obviously the people around you who play that role. We have vamps in Indian television who are obviously swearing on the lives of heroines and villains in every story, epic, movie, poem, novel, play etc. Who are they? How do they start thinking bad? Why are their minds so dirty? This essay may include some answers to above questions but obviously not all. When I ever think of negative personality, something that comes to my mind (being a girl) is that girl who always becomes a stock during my crucial moments. When I was a child I had a female friend whom accidentally I pushed and she felt on desk. And because of that unintentional incident, she always used to complain my teachers about me being talkative. And when I grew up during my high school, I gained more of them, who used to gossip about my outward and inward appearances.  I can’t define their structure and stature but definitely their psychology. People are inclined to become

How is it like when you are rejected? Or to be precise rejected without even being known completely? The people who are dating on regular basis they know it isn’t tough job. But for a girl like me who hardly date man out there, it really is a big hit on your face!  So, I dated this man in January who was fair, cute, and humorous and with an average Indian height of 5”8’. He was a complete chaos. His every singly line carried meanings within meanings. He said he was Indian by heart and westernized from outside. He was complete diplomatic and dominating man with charm inherited. He knew every single trick to attract girl. So there’s no doubt that I too got attracted. I believe I had my best date ever with him though it was for meager 2 hours yet it was complete. It had excitement, emotion, competition, arguments, Starbucks and his smoke. We just met for once and there wasn’t anything wrong excluding the part that I couldn’t speak much since I was nervous. I could see that “ Complimenti

Most of the time whenever we talk about the word  ‘powerful’, we start thinking of that powerful man in our life who has safe-guarded our respect from long years. In a response, we reach to the two most immediate answers i.e., our Daddy/Brothers or our Boyfriend/Husband.  The third can also be your Boss who though doesn’t play any crucial role in your personal life (in majority). The word powerful also tells us that the three major Indian Gods, where no goddesses have a role to play are surprisingly also males. Brahma, the creator of life is technically not a women but a man! Women are usually more creative than men, yet all the best sculptures are men and we women are their art. This is the irony that we are regularly dealing with and living it. It is quite skeptical that women have got their official rights, but their real-life rights are far beyond their reach. Are we being dominated? Or what if we are being, but we don’t know about it! Sometimes men themselves don’t know tha

How is it like when your friend starts giving more importance to opposite-sex friends more? India has been orthodox since ages in terms of communication between the boy and girl. When a guy and girl are talking, the weird Aunties usually throw their weird looks on them.  Though New Delhi is sort of far more advance in these things. Or maybe not! Because such type of broad mentality had emerged recently.  The youth is still going through a way to explore their relationships with opposite sex. It is important for them to know the other livings on the earth excluding them. But what if this exploration costs your close friendship? For instance I had a very close friend Samaira during my high-school. We both were separated after we chose different colleges and course. We shared good bonding till the first semester, and then suddenly she found more interest in her college friends (p.s. her college was co-ed). I thought distance could be one major problem. But I realized that she is s

They were coming to me slowly and slowly, From the east! while i lay in the middle. I let them cling to myself gradually,  And stay stunned in muddle. Their soothing sister swizzle like a man, flaunting her over me. She was proud, cruel and eminent, Her love was stronger than it used to be. The two of them were coming close to each other  And finally kissed and made their love up above. The three little black brothers flew in sooty darkness, They were lost in that megalomaniac world. I didn't move when they were upon me,  I was afraid they will through sparks on me They all together were miles and miles away from me At the same time being inside me.