A Bundle Of Contradictions

Hi there. 
I see no purpose in beginning this letter with niceties because I know what you're going to say: 
You're going to begin by saying how nobody in your family understands you. Then, you're going to move onto your friends and moan about how they don't "get you needs". After which, you're going to end with a note that you have no real friends and you're just a poor, poor lonely soul. 
But, my darling friend, have you ever bothered to consider that you might be the problem? 
Oh, now don't start with the theatrics and hear me out, will you? 
I like to believe that there are two types of lonely people - lonely people by circumstances and lonely people by their own behaviour and outlook. 
Lonely people by circumstances are those who try hard to mingle with others but are scornfully ignored. 
Lonely people by their own behaviour, on the other hand, are those who have everything - a rock solid family, an amazing group of friends and are materialist…

Dear Bully,

Hi there, buddy.

I bet you don't remember me. Even if you do, I think I might be in the untouched, untapped holes of your mind.

But I?

I remember you very well.

I remember the first time we met, back in fourth grade. At first, I thought you were nice but later?

As the days flew by, I realised that I wasn't even worthy of being your Holiness's "acquaintance". The way you hurled your cutting words at me, the way your nose curled in disgust when you saw me and the way you made sure that I ended up crying my eyes out made it clear that I was a horrible insect that deserved to be stomped out of your way.

All those days, I remember distinctly, I found myself wondering as to why you hated me. I remember, I was being myself and it wasn't like I was hurting you on purpose or anything.

Let me be honest with you, my dear bully. I was hurt. Beyond hurt.

I won't go ahead and say that I was the bubbliest and the most cherubic child. But I won't deny th…

Statutory Warnings Before I Start Writing This Post: 
a)Remember that I am still a seventeen-year-old and I am very, very inexperienced in life. I still have to do a lot of things and get life's tragic blows. 
b)Also, keep in mind that it’s a free world and I am allowed to express my opinions. 
c)     Yes, I have done my bit of research. Correct me if I'm wrong with the facts. Do not correct me if you think that I'm a dominating militant "feminazi".
What comes to your mind when I say the word 'feminism'?
Come on now, think a bit. Use those grey cells of yours into some good use!
I'm sure the words like 'rights', 'equality' and 'females' would have come to your mind, right?
Yet, according to a lot of people, feminism is a movement which promotes hating men.
They think that feminists are bitter, grudging women who absolutely, positively loathe the fact that they are not above men and who wish to dominate the world according to their…

Scars scattered on my skin,
Pain storming deep within,
Yet, I am proud to say,
I'm a survivor; 
Catcalls are a norm,
Yet I don't wish to conform,
To the societal rules,
Because I'm a survivor; 
I've seen life at its worst,
I've been through so much that I could burst,
But I won't let them be satisfied,
Because I'm a survivor; 
They say I'm alone,
They think I am prone,
To fall into the shadows called depression;
Oh I'm a survivor; 
They say I'm a poor child,
They say I'll run away wild;
But I won't do anything as such,
Because I'm a survivor; 
They say I'm sugary sweet,
They say I'm a sheep that'll bleat;
Oh they are sadly mistaken,
Because I'm a survivor; 
To you, I may look like harmless,
To you, I may look characterless,
But I'm a fighter through and through;
Life's hit me with a lot of punches,
But you must remember, my darling,
I'm a survivor; 
I don't know,
Whether I'm high or am I low,
What matters the most is,
I…

The room's packed and bustling. Some are dancing outrageously to the loud music. Some are drinking punch or eating chips. Some are laughing out loud and talking nonsense, not giving a damn about the world.  And then there's you. 
You're seated at a lonely corner, accompanied by your close confidante -- a rather silly being who mirrors what you're doing. You're sitting rather stiffly, as if you're sitting on a rather hard chair. Your legs are crossed together, mirroring the seating style of a royal queen. Your crimson lips are curled into a nasty scowl. Your nostrils are flared in disgust, as though there's some foul odour lingering in the air. 
Your hooded eyes fall on a girl giggling like a little schoolchild. Her hair is tied messily into a bun and she's wearing a sparkling little black dress. She's listening to a highly entertaining story told by a rather handsome young man, along with her group of friends. 
"What does he see in them?"…

"A woman should not laugh loudly in front of all the world and should preserve her decency at all times."  When this statement was made by a Turkish politician, it sparked outrage everywhere, especially on the internet.

Well, who wouldn't be appalled? 
So far, we women are expected to wear clothes fully covering our body, or else we would be raped/molested by men. We're given lesser-quality education as we're considered "simple-minded". We're not allowed to lead, because we're weak and soft-spoken? 
Oh yes. we've grown up listening to highly irksome comments like, "Girls are weak. They have it easy. What are they supposed to do, anyway? Study for a few years, get married, produce kids, rear them and then die." 
And now, according to this highly intelligent politician, we're not supposed to laugh. 
Let's add that to the list of all the things we women can't do, eh? 
I cannot fathom why the hell it is us women who're …

As the title so blatantly suggests, I hate Math.

I don't exactly recollect the time when I enjoyed spending time with those numbers. 
Well, actually I can. I was really good at Math till the seventh grade. When I was in sixth grade, I got hundred out of hundred marks in Math. 
No, I'm not bragging or exaggerating. I can show you my freaking report card if you like. 
Anyhow. Back to the main issue. 
I started hating Math since ninth grade, I think? Partly because I had to understand almost every single thing on my own (as my teacher wasn't that great) and I became all the more discouraged when I got the most pathetic grades in the universe. 
Things became slightly better in the tenth and eleventh grade. 
But that doesn't mean that I have (again) fallen in love with Math. 
Let's weigh the pros and cons of mathematics, shall we? 
Pros:  Number One: It teaches you to solve problems.  Number Two: It makes you more logical.  Number Three: If you do get it, you score real…

Your looks aren't angelic,
Yet, you seem happy, not tragic;
You're street-smart,
But not as brilliant as Einstein; 
There is nothing,
Particularly dark about you;
I see you wake up,
I see you live your life; 
But I do not see your demons,
Clawing your insides,
Nagging you to do things,
Which will harm you; 
The room's dark,  You're all alone,
Protected from the cold,
Unprotected from your inner monsters; 
They come one after the other,  Slowly growing  more vicious;
The sad part is,
You cannot stop them; 
First comes fear,  A cold feeling in your heart,  Colder than the weather; Your fear is rejection,
Rejection from your family,
Rejection from your peers; 
Second arrives jealousy,
The most satanic of your demons;
You start envying everyone,
Including the ones you love; 
Then, hatred seeps in,
A burning intense feeling,
Which makes you feel disgusted,
About everything in your life; 
But the worst isn't over yet;  The sadness that comes,
It cannot be stopped;
You start crying silently,
Tr…

Me: Hey there! How are you?
XYZ: doin gr8 thnx
Me: That's a really cute profile picture!!
XYZ: K

XYZ: heyyyy
Me: I'm really under the weather, right now. I can't sleep and I'm sneezing way too much.
XYZ: K

Me:HOW COULD I FAIL IN THE TEST?? I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE FREAKING REIGNING QUEEN OF THAT SUBJECT! I FEEL SO FURIOUS!!
XYZ: K.


I'm not someone who uses an excessive amount of SMS language. Sure, I use some words like LOL, GTG, BRB and ROFL, but most of the time, my writing style in SMSes is exactly like the way I write in an English paper.


I'm the Grammar Nazi that your parents probably warned you about. But don't worry, I would do nothing to you unless you use 'K' instead of OK. 
K - the most detestable word in the modern-day SMS language.

To all those people who do not know - 'K' is an abridged version of okay and it's the rudest word (or letter, whatever) in existence.

I could write an entire thesis on how much I hate it…

This is a letter to all the people who are more or less interested in the zits popping on my oh-so-amazing face.

Dear Everyone Who's Obsessed With My Zits,

I don't mean to hurt anyone in any way but I don't like it when people suggest various creams, dermatologists for my face.

(In case anyone doesn't know, I have acne - but then again, I'm a teen! I'm supposed to be used to it!).

Once in every few days, someone comes up and says, "Oh dear, look at your face! All these zits... was it an allergic reaction or something? I know this fine XYZ doctor who will make your face clear again."

How I want to react when people tell me this:



How I do react when people tell me this:


Frankly, I fail to understand why people really care about my zits when they could, you know, focus on more vital stuff. Such as, all the malnourished kids in the hidden pockets of the world, terrorism - those issues need more attention.

It won't be the end of this world if another e…

No, I wasn't abducted by aliens. 
Nor was I whisked off to Hogwarts or Camp Half-Blood. 
(I wish that would have happened!) 
I'm too busy trying to know myself and adjusting in a new school (here, they call it 'junior college'. But for your sake - and mine - I wish to call it school!). I'm learning new stuff and the environment in my new school sucks. Everyone is so bloody competitive and you gotta work your butt off if you wish to be "at the top!"
Unfortunately, since I'd been in the same school for ten years, it was difficult to adjust to the new surroundings. None of my old school's friends were there and more than half the kids came from different boards of education. 
It was tough to adjust to the new curriculum and new people. The kids were so starkly different from the ones I'd hung out with at school. They were like, super-smart and being in the presence of such... such brilliant kids made me feel insecure. 
It wasn't just that. 
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