Diary entry of a troubled hot girl
Dear Diary...
No, no, what's happening to me ...dear, YOU!? WHATEVER!! I still can't believe, of all people in this world, I have to share my distress with a stupid, dumb, non-living, non-hot piece of material called a...a...a DAIRY! I mean, here I am- not talking, not gossiping, not bitching about other hot girls. But rather, WRITING! :O
Ha, such is life. And there used to be days when guys would be ever-ready to wipe off the floor for me to walk on. Oh my my....I can't control my tears already! And you, you mean mean diary, you aren't even patronizing! So meeeen! I hate you! :'(
Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I think I should control mAself or else who knows, you too might dump me. I mean, dude! What could be more embarrassing than that! So okay, let's try and be good friends for now, I have no other option. (Oh man, like, seriously!)
So, Mr.Diary (please allow me to assume that you're a male, brings some relief), some strange things have been happening lately. Very very strange. Infact, I think I now know why people have been crooning about a supposed end of the world. With so much ab-normalcy around, I think this is how the planet we live on, Planet Mars, will lose its existence extremely soon. Real soon. In one line, my theory of the end of the world is:
"The world shall come to an end when men will lose their (little) sanity so much so that they'll start falling for geeky, boring, book-wormy girls and ignoring the hotter ones."
NOW, considering the good old theory of "men are dogs", does that even seem possible? Men not swarming around hotties like me, but rather drooling over girls with oiled hair, big specs, weird dressing styles and steel smiles (you must've heard of plastic smiles that girls like me are so obsessed with, but STEEL SMILE, what? Well, I'm talking about those bloody disgusting Braces!). All of that translates to- men finally learning the importance of character over looks, simplicity over skimpy clothes- you know, all of that inner/outer beauty crap! Does that sound real/human/possible? Hell NO!
Or so I thought! Till this goddamned piece of writing started doing the rounds. One article, it took just one stupid article for the life(styles) of so many innocent, sweet, hot girls like me to get ruined!
It was a nice Monday morning, new week, new day, new people to check out, I thought. It took me 4 hours to get ready, concealing a dozen pimples (on each half of the face) is afterall such a daunting task! And then, not bathing is no child's play either, 'coz of the tens and hundreds of perfume bottles you've got to carefully select and then drench yourself in. Plus the dress selection part, gosh! So that way, I finally got ready to leave for college, hoping to be ogled at by guys there and envied by the girls, like always! B)
But what I saw had me almost fainted. Phoolkumari, the ugliest girl of my class, also a shitty all-time topper, was hanging around with the best guy of our college, (FB name) KoolDoodAdi! Hands in hands, walking around in a total filmy style, the two of them had been making headlines since morning, I later got to know. I was so shattered. He was one guy I could never impress and that chick with her oiled plaits, (em)braced teeth, thick-framed-specs and potbelly figure had been proposed by him!!! Not just that, I was told by my assistant (FB name) SweetPinkyAngel that not just Adi but almost every sensible guy of college was after Phoolkumari!!
It was not before I got home that I found what was behind this disaster. And it was, FACEBOOK! The one site that always comes in handy to over-estimate myself, with all the desperate friend requests pouring in like anything, had this time created a new revolution! Everywhere one could see guys liking and sharing this FB note called "date a girl who reads". Written by some GeeKika Sapra, the article had crossed all records of being "liked", with a blasting number of 5000 likes and shares! And guess what, most of them were guys! I so envied the writer on seeing that she got a thousand proposals then and there! 'Coz of a line that read "or better still, date a girl who writes". "Who can be better than the writer of this very article", commented a certain Gautam. Hot guy :(
I read what was that crap about. Oh god!! that stupid, dumb girl had wreaked total havoc! Just because SHE doesn't know the blissful art of make-up, just because SHE does not have the money and/or brains to select a trillion useless clothes that rot in the closet for decades together, just because SHE spends all her pocket money buying second hand books and novels, just because SHE can be seen reading novels at 2 in the night (what, huh?), just because HER (cheap) bag is always carrying a dumb, torn off novel and no lip-glosses, lip-sticks, lip-balms, eye-liners, nail-paints, combs, hairbrushes, perfumes, deodorants, lip-liners, kohl, mascara and all such YUMMILICIOUS GORGEOUS stuff on earth ( <3 <3 awwwieee! I'm already in love with all of these :* :*!), she had condemned all lucky girls like me, who CAN do all of this! Who have it in their blood! And worse, people had ACTUALLY paid so much heed to her shit! Damnnnnn! x-(
And the situation now is that, I have no takers, in very simple words. Desperate, I went up to a guy myself, hoping to be atleast glanced at properly, else the hours of dressing up would simply go waste. But what did I get to hear from him? Here it is:
It was a nice Monday morning, new week, new day, new people to check out, I thought. It took me 4 hours to get ready, concealing a dozen pimples (on each half of the face) is afterall such a daunting task! And then, not bathing is no child's play either, 'coz of the tens and hundreds of perfume bottles you've got to carefully select and then drench yourself in. Plus the dress selection part, gosh! So that way, I finally got ready to leave for college, hoping to be ogled at by guys there and envied by the girls, like always! B)
But what I saw had me almost fainted. Phoolkumari, the ugliest girl of my class, also a shitty all-time topper, was hanging around with the best guy of our college, (FB name) KoolDoodAdi! Hands in hands, walking around in a total filmy style, the two of them had been making headlines since morning, I later got to know. I was so shattered. He was one guy I could never impress and that chick with her oiled plaits, (em)braced teeth, thick-framed-specs and potbelly figure had been proposed by him!!! Not just that, I was told by my assistant (FB name) SweetPinkyAngel that not just Adi but almost every sensible guy of college was after Phoolkumari!!
It was not before I got home that I found what was behind this disaster. And it was, FACEBOOK! The one site that always comes in handy to over-estimate myself, with all the desperate friend requests pouring in like anything, had this time created a new revolution! Everywhere one could see guys liking and sharing this FB note called "date a girl who reads". Written by some GeeKika Sapra, the article had crossed all records of being "liked", with a blasting number of 5000 likes and shares! And guess what, most of them were guys! I so envied the writer on seeing that she got a thousand proposals then and there! 'Coz of a line that read "or better still, date a girl who writes". "Who can be better than the writer of this very article", commented a certain Gautam. Hot guy :(
I read what was that crap about. Oh god!! that stupid, dumb girl had wreaked total havoc! Just because SHE doesn't know the blissful art of make-up, just because SHE does not have the money and/or brains to select a trillion useless clothes that rot in the closet for decades together, just because SHE spends all her pocket money buying second hand books and novels, just because SHE can be seen reading novels at 2 in the night (what, huh?), just because HER (cheap) bag is always carrying a dumb, torn off novel and no lip-glosses, lip-sticks, lip-balms, eye-liners, nail-paints, combs, hairbrushes, perfumes, deodorants, lip-liners, kohl, mascara and all such YUMMILICIOUS GORGEOUS stuff on earth ( <3 <3 awwwieee! I'm already in love with all of these :* :*!), she had condemned all lucky girls like me, who CAN do all of this! Who have it in their blood! And worse, people had ACTUALLY paid so much heed to her shit! Damnnnnn! x-(
And the situation now is that, I have no takers, in very simple words. Desperate, I went up to a guy myself, hoping to be atleast glanced at properly, else the hours of dressing up would simply go waste. But what did I get to hear from him? Here it is:
"Stop fooling around, chick, we guys have finally gained sense and have realized what kind of girls actually deserve us.Your bare legs, loud make-up, giggly gestures, fake accents, colored hair and scary made-up looks can no more win us. Gone are the days when we'd spend all our pocket-money or salaries on bimbettes like you, GeeKika has shown us enough sense with her godly write-up. So if you really want to be noticed, empty your hand bag of all that girly stuff and keep in it a novel, a classy novel. Remember, it must be there all the time, or else we'd consider it invalid! Empty your closet, throw away as many clothes as possible so they don't overflow, 'coz that indicates the dumbness of a girl, as GeeKika says. Also on a date, don't expect to be shown a movie at an expensive theater, though, if willing to go to the Library, you may have one of us ready for company. Otherwise, bye bye!
Now if you could please, I've got to go. My dream-girl Chameli has finally decided to take some time out of her busy novel-reading schedule today. We're going to buy lots of novels from Nayi Sadak, Delhi. My dream-date, yippee, am so excited! Oh Chameli, here I come!"
and he went off, leaving me alone. I was there standing, gazing at myself. Years of hard-work at the gym, all my pocket-money spent on clothes, cosmetics and everything else, the tough dieting phases a.k.a starving, the lost grades and being called stupid by teachers and geeky classmates...what had all of this amounted to? Being treated like this!?
Who did we start dressing up and doing all that make-up for, in our early teens- the guys, isn't it? Who spoiled us with gifts and shopping in the first place- the desperate guys, isn't it? Who always expected us to look enviable and beautiful all the time- the guys, isn't it? Then why on Earth are they now changing their expectations?
Why?
WHy?
WHY????
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Note: This is a fictional piece of writing, all characters included. Kindly do not try to relate the 'hot girl' with the writer or anyone else, that would be really DUH on your part! (:P)
@female readers who read novels: I'm sure you're smart enough to know what's meant to be taken seriously and what not. I know you won't take offence ;)
@male readers: in thy face! :P
@male readers: in thy face! :P
CHEERIOS!
Written by,
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Fun,
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A letter that made me cry
Dear ad makers,
could you please, for a change, just keep your fantasies aside and concentrate on the product that you're supposed to endorse?!?!
'Coz no matter how many people (guys) might be enjoying those visuals, I still don't think they're serving the purpose.
Ignored and unsold,
The Perfume
P.S: Emotional, ain't it? :P
Notes that 'touch': A musical rendezvous
"Get committed to someone who won't break your heart
Who'll make you see life, beautiful like a symphony by Mozart
Who'd pierce through your shell, to make you emote
Who'd take you to heavens, within you but remote
With who you could be, whoever you are
Inspired, awakened, forever cared for
Who'd read your heart and reflect your state
All this, without a word being said
Stop looking around for this love ain't humane
Who'll make you see life, beautiful like a symphony by Mozart
Who'd pierce through your shell, to make you emote
Who'd take you to heavens, within you but remote
With who you could be, whoever you are
Inspired, awakened, forever cared for
Who'd read your heart and reflect your state
All this, without a word being said
Stop looking around for this love ain't humane
Who else, but music, can take away all pain"
I wanted to write about music, but my heart didn't allow me to proceed so simply. Hence the lines above.
If I were to ask you to name one thing more beautiful than music, 'love' could be your only possible answer. But I won't buy it still, for music in itself is one form of love, the only difference being that it is purer, sweeter, more enlightening and most importantly, in no way hurting.
'Love life', they say, is a phrase meant to encompass everything about you and your love(r).
Allow me then, to coin for myself a phrase 'music-life' on the same lines, for who else but music, is my first and last love for life.
Now, my 'music-life' till now has had two stages: one, that ended with school life and two, that began with college life. The former was more of a first level- basic, but still most important, because this was when one I was introduced to music as a form of art, to be able to develop an individual taste later. I was an amateur here, trying to understand music and its impact on me, deciding on what suits/soothes my ears and what doesn't, and eventually realizing how one powerful piece can shake me from within, how the shabad-gurbaani I got to listen to, as part of my upbringing, affects my soul and soon I realized that am not religious, but a theist nevertheless, 'coz I didn't blindly worship the assumed presence of a superpower, I could feel it. Hence music helped me frame my religious/spiritual views. I am darn sure I would've been a non-believer in god or anything else, had it not been for the impact of music on me.
But all this while my domain was largely confined, 'coz there was hardly any global music I had explored- mainly because I was not a part of the virtual world till I entered college (which had its own share of merits). Hence I had no idea what rock, metal, psychedelic, trance et al could possibly mean. No regrets about that, however.
In this post-series I shall share with you all some of my most special 'discoveries' on the internet/elsewhere. Renditions that somewhere form an integral part of my life, since music in itself DOES. Like I always say, "Music makes me happy, music makes me sad. Music does to me, what no human can."
I shall also try to travel back in time to revive lost golden memories of music that was 'music' in the truest sense unlike the 'jhandu baam', 'sheila ki jawani', 'tinku jiya (whhhhhat on Earth is that I wonder!) or 'aaj chair kheech raha hai kal meri skirt kheechega' utter bull-shit doing the rounds these days!. It is lost now, forever. Thanks to technology (sarcastic), that purity of music can never be restored or revived now. But thanks to technology (non-sarcastic), it can at least be 'stored' forever- to be listened to, seen and felt any time, in the form of CDs, cassettes, computer or the internet itself.
Let me tell you, I have a voice that can, umm, sing. Yeah, that's it, I know any voice can just sing, but the least I can say is that I AM able to make a teeny-weeny bit of sense while singing (in case you thought otherwise :P). I inherited it from my father whose choice of music (played on the traditional cassette tapes) I grew up listening to. Mohd. Rafi, Mukesh, Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar, Jagjit singh, Ghulam Ali, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan were obviously and always on the list, like most dads and granddads of our generation. There were some other artists too, some folk/Pakistani artists and bands. Even 'Junoon' was on the list. All of this formed the first phase of my music-life.
When I entered college, I got an internet connection, (luckily w.r.t music, but unluckily w.r.t studies). Ever since then, I have found more and more music to love and listen to. It was a milestone in itself since I hadn't had much (or okay, ANY) exposure to English music before that. I might sound like one-who-used-to-be-a-total-geek but I don't think it's difficult to guess that I wasn't so, or rather, COULDN'T be so, given how badly I score in any field not pertaining to the use of creativity. So this period, starting from Justin Beiber's Baby and Taylor Swift's Love-Story to Iron Maiden and POTF, forms the second phase of my, need I say again, music-life.
Not wanting to burden you with more, perhaps boring, takes on this account I shall take a break here. Wait (if you feel like, that is) for the subsequent posts in this series totally dedicated to the biggest and most passionate love of my life, music.
You might call them music-reviews, but let's not. It's just, sharing. And the least I can promise you about them is, if you enjoy music in any form, you perhaps shall enjoy all that is coming up next.
Written a one-on-one interactive, non-fictional account after a real long time. Hope to stay connected. Feedback awaited. :)
Cheerios!
In this post-series I shall share with you all some of my most special 'discoveries' on the internet/elsewhere. Renditions that somewhere form an integral part of my life, since music in itself DOES. Like I always say, "Music makes me happy, music makes me sad. Music does to me, what no human can."
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| The born connection |
Let me tell you, I have a voice that can, umm, sing. Yeah, that's it, I know any voice can just sing, but the least I can say is that I AM able to make a teeny-weeny bit of sense while singing (in case you thought otherwise :P). I inherited it from my father whose choice of music (played on the traditional cassette tapes) I grew up listening to. Mohd. Rafi, Mukesh, Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar, Jagjit singh, Ghulam Ali, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan were obviously and always on the list, like most dads and granddads of our generation. There were some other artists too, some folk/Pakistani artists and bands. Even 'Junoon' was on the list. All of this formed the first phase of my music-life.
When I entered college, I got an internet connection, (luckily w.r.t music, but unluckily w.r.t studies). Ever since then, I have found more and more music to love and listen to. It was a milestone in itself since I hadn't had much (or okay, ANY) exposure to English music before that. I might sound like one-who-used-to-be-a-total-geek but I don't think it's difficult to guess that I wasn't so, or rather, COULDN'T be so, given how badly I score in any field not pertaining to the use of creativity. So this period, starting from Justin Beiber's Baby and Taylor Swift's Love-Story to Iron Maiden and POTF, forms the second phase of my, need I say again, music-life.
Not wanting to burden you with more, perhaps boring, takes on this account I shall take a break here. Wait (if you feel like, that is) for the subsequent posts in this series totally dedicated to the biggest and most passionate love of my life, music.
You might call them music-reviews, but let's not. It's just, sharing. And the least I can promise you about them is, if you enjoy music in any form, you perhaps shall enjoy all that is coming up next.
Written a one-on-one interactive, non-fictional account after a real long time. Hope to stay connected. Feedback awaited. :)
Cheerios!
thanks for reading...
"I'm angry"...a (wannabe) rap
I am angry ... just leave me alone
Don't mess it up more by being such a drone
I tell you ...I..I..I tell you to go
But here you are, nodding a big no!
No no, no no, no no I say
You have to, yeah have to be away
You tell me, you're gonna stay close by
Bull-shit! That sounds real awry!
I've said, yeah said I'll be fine
I mean it, yeah mean it you swine!
For being close, is only more suffocating
As it takes the space, for which am dying
It's easy, yeah easy just try
Leaving me as I am, than sticking close by
Some minutes, some minutes n I'll be good
Than the hours we'll waste, on being misunderstood
You'll try n be sweet, I'll retort badly
('coz am angry, yeah 'coz am angry)
you'll be hurt that way and bah! I'll be more angry
'Coz my temper, yeah my temper's freaking short
Which one should NEVVER, never try n sort
Why am angry, I just don't know!
I have no, no reason here to show
Just that there're people, my life who screw
But the only one who cares, is dammit, you!
And look, oh look, oh look what I do!
End up hurting the one, the one that's you!!
That, yeah, that is what it is
I don't want this anger, bloody anger to be a tease
Bruising all along, the ones who matter
Turning into guilt, later yeah later
'Coz the angry me, I tell you, is Satan coming to life
Making my (lil) goodness seem N.O.T alive
This anger is a devil, the devil within us
Sucks all goodness, creates a huge fuss
It can, no no it DOES!
does make me do mean mean stuff
My (lil) sanity, it takes away
And I become a bad girl, 'rapping' this way.
Huh. Yeah.
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| Wonder why there're no pictures of girl-rappers around? :P |
By,
Happy or loved?
It's not that only the loved are happy in this world.
It's just that, only the happy are loved BY this world.
Says,
thanks for reading...
Labels:
love,
philosophical,
Quotes
Pity vs. love
If they can't be happy in your happiness but express concern in your pain, its nothing but pity.
If they're sadder when you're sad and happier if you're happy, THAT is love.
Says,
thanks for reading...
:-)
Labels:
love,
philosophical,
Quotes
Honesty
Beware of people who are too blunt.
'Coz their words can cut through your heart most sharply.
Says,
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philosophical,
Quotes
Laughter
Absolutely no-one will mind it!
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