It’s 11:51, and I’m guessing I can’t procastinate anymore. I have no clue what to write about today. It’s too confusing. So much that I’ll let be a blank space

And Happy Birthday T. Swift, To breaking hearts and records and well, good use of red lipstick.
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A confined girl in a free world.

She was born in a country,

Where the people were free.

She had the choice to blossom,

And breathe in the fresh breeze.

Her parents were liberal,

The wanted what she wanted.

To experience nature, culture and traditions

Of the lands around she.

But then if she did step out,

To see what she wanted.

A million stares was she the subject of,

In the bus, in the car, in the train, even on the roads!

Heckling became a part of her life,

And pepper spray her bae.

It wasn’t what she wore, be it a kurta or jeans,

The stares and looks were part of her daily routine.

 

In the metro, in the bus,

It was like a daily massage,

A massage she did not enjoy,

But she had to bear.

Her parents were worried,

Their child had to be safe.

Safe from the dangerous world,

Of what is called society.

People blamed it on her,

It was her fault.

Why be a women and give,

Impressions to all.

Why step out when not needed,

Why go out with boys,

That’s evil.

You brought it on yourself,Living in this place.

Throw away your mobile phone!,

It causes rape.

 

In a society were girls are killed right before they are born,

In a society were girls are judged before they can stand tall.

In a society were girls are judged on what they wear,

In a society were its her fault, she shouldn’t have been born

Will we see equality at all?

On weddings.

So my mother, (sorta like Kris Jenner but way way smarter) made this statement yesterday while we were at a wedding that in a wedding or a funeral you mustn’t hold a personal grudge against anyone (including the dude who spilt dal makhni on your dress).

I’ve always been a fan of weddings, Good food, you get to wear Indian stuff you barely get to wear anywhere else, hot guys (may the odds ever be in your favor), pretty decorations and stuff, and most importantly (for me at least) the emotions, the relations and the feelings.

In the movie 27 dresses there is this certain thing on how the lead female always likes to look at the poor groom while the pretty bride make her entry. I being me decided to try it out, and when the bride made her entry while doing the walk of red lehengas and phoolon ka chadhar to that song which has been stuck in my head for the past 20 minutes the dudes face glowed like a million light bulbs (or maybe it was just the lightning) and that even though there were 300 people out there 3% of them beside him and his neck must have been hurting cause he had been wearing this money garland. Like if it were me in his shoes (which were soon to e stolen) I’d roll up my sleeves, call it a day and start watching Kanan Gill. FUN!!

Apart from the bride and groom (OBVIOUSLY!) a wedding has many other factors, most importantly clothes, or basically overly embezzled pieces of taffeta and net! And let me assure you, going underdressed for a wedding (I’m talking less sequins on your skirt) is worse than getting less marks than bobby ka beta, or having a less expensive car than your neighbor, or being dark skinned. (in my country darkness is a dark dark sin, and I’m guilty). Basically, you go to a wedding to dress up. Not dress up for a wedding, and once you’ve dolled up you compare. Compare yourself with other people. Compare your cut colour and shape, compare your length (or lack therefore) and compare how many sequins are there in one square centimeter of fabric.

One of my most favorite aspects was that families were together. There was this little photo session going on with kids and their nana-nani’s , dada-dadi’s and the millions of relatives from around the world. And it was cute. It made me miss my family. It make me take a selfie with my mother. It doused me in love.

And that the general feel in the air was of love, of relationships and of family and of good food.

I like weddings. You can invite me for yours.