A Bundle Of Contradictions

Ever since the inception of online social media, the right to freedom of speech has definitely increased. 
Oh, apart from the right to freedom of speech, the right to freedom of getting unnecessarily offended has also risen remarkably.
Oh, yes. 
Even a single comment can spark sheer amount of outrage.
If you say, “Oh, but this is so not cool!” you will get the following outcomes: 
Person A: How dare you say that? Are you like, retarded or something? 
Person B: *insert thousands of swearwords, targeting at you and the female members of your household* 
Person C: Okay, you know what? You are acting way too stupid. Your comment “Oh, but this is so not cool!” demonstrates that you are a highly privileged spoilt brat and you always want to stay in vogue. Why did you even comment that? Don’t you understand there are poor children in a far-off 3rd world country, starving? And yet, here you are, cribbing about your materialistic pleasures! 
Okay. 
I get the fact that this is a free world and so…

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…

I have a question for you, darling reader: what's the worst thing in this world?

Nope. It's not corrupt government officials. It's not riots or wars or any other forms of violence. It's definitely not malnourished children barely scraping by in third world countries. 
Turns out, the worst thing in this world is - gasp! - gaining weight. 
Nope. I'm not kidding. 
Gaining weight is not good, according to the societal norms. Once you gain weight, you look like you've been having food that you actually like, you look like your health is stable and it seems like you're actually comfortable in your (horrendously flabby!) skin. 
And, my dears, we don't want that, do we? 
We live in a world where stick-thin people - who refuse to eat food which they are lucky they can have - are idolized. We live in a world where people who are healthy are considered as some sort of hideous balls who don't deserve to be within our presence. 
So, as a concerned blogger, I wo…

Describe each day of the week as if it were a person. Give each one a name, age and job.

46-year-old Monica Frost was a career woman. She was constantly driven by the need to excel in her job. Her job had made her sacrifice her family – she had put her mother in an old-age home and divorced her husband around the same time.

Monica was so obsessed with her job as a marketing analyst that she had no regret about throwing away her family. 

Monica’s only friends were her laptop and her office chair. No one invited her to their house parties. She had never been inside a club – even in her teens. 

Monica could not think of a day where she had relaxed and let go. She hardly remembered the day when she’d last left her high-rise apartment and gone on a vacation. She couldn’t think of a day when she’d had a complete meal, not a burger from a fast-food joint near her apartment. She hardly remembered the day when she’d had a full night’s sleep.

But then again, Monica was too busy to think of such thin…

I know that you've,  Been punched in the gut;  I know that you've, Been kicked in the butt; 
I know that you're,  Too tired to fight back;  I know that you're,  About to crack; 
But darling, I know,  You're much stronger, I also know,  You can stay in the game much longer;
You got to keep believing,  In your talent, your hardwork, your brain,  You got to stop let the conniving,  Suck your soul, make you drain; 
I know that you've fallen,  Nine times,  But I know that you MUST,  Get up for the tenth time; 
Life's given you enough,  Sour, fat, yellow lemons,  I think it's about time,  That you use them,  To whip up,  The world's tastiest lemonade; 
I know, people have criticized you,  Called you worthless,  Called you useless,  Called you a freak; 
I know that, you've failed,  Times so many, That failure seems like,  A nasty old frenemy; 
But my dear, I know that,  You're bursting with talent,  I also know that,  You don't want to waste it;…

There are kids my age, who have all the money in the world. They don't have to study and maintain a good grade. They just have their sickeningly rich daddy's money and the only job they shall have in the future is to spend their daddy's money.

There are kids my age, who don't have much money and want to prove it to the world that they're going to be more successful than the richest men in the country. They're ready to do anything - even if the job can be scandalous or illegal!  
There are kids my age who are forced by their parents to become a doctor or (the king of all the overrated jobs in India) an engineer. If not a doctor or an engineer, be a lawyer or a chartered accountant. 
(About a half of them take up these streams just to keep up their family's status!) 
There are kids my age who have planned everything out. Like - from the seat cover of their office sofa to the number degrees they plan to get! 
And there are kids like me, who do not have a frea…