A Bundle Of Contradictions

Since Valentine’s Day is around the corner, I thought this post was long overdue.
A word of advice before I start with this:
I’m not the kind of girl who’s into hearts and flowers and all that mush.
(Ew. That made me sound like Christian Grey)
Anyway.
I’m not the kind of a girl who’s interested in getting cuddly-cuddly teddy bears. I’m not the kind of girl who’s interested in going to dates to a romantic restaurant like Madame Puddifoot’s. I’m definitely not the kind of girl who loves to advertise how much she loves her people.
Oh, and like my mother and my grandmother (that is, my mom’s mother), I hate getting hugged.
There are so many reasons I can give as to why it’s a very, very bad idea to romance me.
A.If you buy me teddy bears, I’d give them to my one-year-old cousin:
Yep. It’s true. It’s not that I don’t like teddy bears. But I like my Pluto stuff-toy the best. He’s been my companion for the past sixteen years, gifted to me by my uncle.
My one-year-old cousin, on the other hand,…

I am going to give you my honest opinion.
I might be a bit brutal, but please bear with me.
So, I went to watch Gunday with my parents.
It was my mother’s idea. My mother is big on watching Bollywood flicks, especially of the ‘masala’ kind. She’s always loved watching these kinds of movies and she’s passed down this trait to me as well.
I was kind of eager to go too, because my best friend (who shall be called Scooby in this blog) said that it was good.
“It is so good!” Scooby said earnestly. “They have acted so well!”
Since I blindly trust Scooby’s judgment, I decided to give Gunday a shot.
The story’s about two refugees/immigrants from Bangladesh who make it big in Calcutta. It’s (supposedly) set during the early ‘70s and mid ‘80s. These two friends, Bikram and Bala (Ranveer Singh and Arjun Kapoor respectively) first start smuggling coal and then they “branch out” their smuggling business to LPG, fishes (which are quite popular in West Bengal!) and timber from Burma.
These …

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it?
What did I do on this beautiful day? Did I celebrate this day with my non-existent lover? Did I go on double-dates, by any chance?
Hmm… here was how my Valentine’s Day went:
I woke up. I breathed in oxygen and let out carbon dioxide to help the plants in the photosynthesis process. I went to my school. I conversed with people other than my non-existent boyfriend. I went back home. I breathed in more oxygen and let out more carbon dioxide out of my nostrils.
Yes, my day was very eventful, wasn’t it?
Honestly speaking, I don’t like the concept of singling out one day out of three-sixty-five day as a dedication to love. What’s so great about fourteenth February, honestly? Why is everything so red? Why are there stupid hearts, stupid roses and stupid couples everywhere?
And those  who don't have 'valentines' spent the entire day moping about, thinking that they're losers 'cause they didn't find someone to spend Valentine'…