Xoxo πŸ₯°

Hugging and kissing your loved ones in the presence of other people is still considered taboo in India. When you hug or kiss a person in public, A person outta nowhere comes to thrash or give you a moral lesson about our culture. But when a girl is molested or raped, the same fucking person will remain silent.

In India, People continuously talk about culture with pride. Now, this pride thing is pretty dangerous, one who takes pride in his culture, gender, religion, caste or the language will forget humanity instantly without even thinking a bit.

One thing we must understand is that there is no constant culture. What we call now culture may not have been the same hundreds of years back. A culture is like species it evolves. It adapts and creates something new just like a language.

So people who say that adapting Western culture will surpass our culture is the same person who I told you about in the beginning.

Hugging or kissing a person is out of love. Love is the only thing that keeps us, humans, after all. Stop questioning and instead start embracing it.

This thing has become so serious that even a person cannot hug his friend to comfort him/her at college. Even the so-called progressive professors will call that an obscene act and even fuckin punish for that.

We keep on blaming society, forgetting that we’re that fuckin society. Stop seeing couples in public as some immoral people. Stop treating homosexuals like they are not humans. Stop taking pride in everything and let’s try to be humble. Pride kills.

Stop hitting or killing a couple who hug or kiss each other in the public. Instead, rise up your voice against the rapists and people who are in power and refuse to take action against this. It’s about time we stand united against them.

Show love to everyone. Hug and kiss people you love. There is absolutely nothing obscene about it. The only obscene thing about this is reacting stupidly by claiming that this is against our culture.

What we have to preserve and teach the next generation is humanity, not culture.

Spread love, Xoxo

Love is the only thing that transcends time and space – Interstellar-Movie

#JusticeForUnnaoRapeCase

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Blood and Tears (Nostalgic Tale #2)

Carrom board is a game of emotions for 90’s kids. We shout; we argue, we fight for absolutely no reason. But we still love that game so much. I am going to write about the game and what it meant to us.

In our whole street, I am the one with the carrom board. So every day after school gets over everybody will run to my home to play. It was not a great board honestly, it’s an old wooden board with a crack in the center of the board and smells of baby powder. But still, it looked so priceless to us. My friends may not own board but they got themselves a striker for each one. Yes, we believe that we all have a close connection to the strikers. We sometimes even pray to them.

So when it’s a game-time we don’t simply assemble. There is no fun in that right. We place the board in front of my home which is almost the road. It’s a small street so vehicles won’t come often but when it does, it’s a funny story altogether. We will lift the board as it is to another location without disturbing the positions of the coins.

Powder plays a very important role in the board game. We use baby powder because they make the board very smooth. We’ll sprinkle the powder all over the board but when the opponent is not looking we’ll rub off the powder in his side. That’ll make his striker slow and probably the chance of winning will be high for us.

We don’t actually use the board only to play carrom. It also plays a huge role while playing cards at times. We even play tops over it. Small tops, not the big ones.

Every summer is filled with too much happiness with the board in front of us. We play tournaments for the whole summer. There will be misunderstandings with friends and reunions after a while. Everything is a result of the game. The board has given so many memories for us to hold on.

What’s so special about the board is that it has seen almost my whole childhood. Because the board has been a constant game for us. It has seen my blood and tears. Blood, when the opponent friend got angry on me and threw the striker at me and nail, got broken and the board has seen my blood there. Tears, when my mom scolded me for wasting my time playing games all the time. The board is so special to me and of course special to everybody, in my street.

Now I see it in my garage, The lines are gone and the crack in the middle has gotten to the edge. But still, it is fresh with all the memories.

That’s our board and realized that it’s our childhood too.

Every little moment we cherished together with the board comes to me like a flash of thoughts. The board has again seen my tears but this time filled with joy and love.

The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don’t celebrate those, they can pass you by.

Alek Wek

Seek and find me (Nostalgic Tales #1)

1….2….3….I am coming!

Hide and seek is all time favorite game for most of the notorious kids, at least for us. I will tell you why?

We love to play hide and seek in those days. Mostly because we often had shut down in evenings. It was dark, so very dark. And it was time to be nocturnal animals of the streets. My boys and I will each have a light pen, which has a torch in it’s back. We’ll choose one guy as the catcher by a foreplay game (Shad Bhoo Threech) I have No clue what it’s called in English. Lol

So this guy, We choose is about to face so many vengeance from us. Yes for breaking our toys, for being a traitor, for his stupid speeches with us boys in the past week. That’s how it works for us. So this guy goes to the end of the street to count 50 and in the mean time we’ll hide in the street, wherever we want. This guy literally going to be the scapegoat that day.

We boys used to be total mean those days. We were Psychopaths dressed as pretty kids.

We do so many crazy shit that nobody will ever dare imagined. We threw water balloons on him from terrace when he comes to catch us. Sometimes we don’t even find water balloons but we never stopped to threw things.

The guy will be relaxed once he finds everyone. But he is never going to find everyone, we also had a backup plan for that too. We’ll send one guy from this street to the other through a narrow passage that connects the two streets. He will stay there for the whole night. This poor soul will roam the street where he never exists.

Funny thing about this game is that anybody will be a scapegoat in coming weeks. Been there and done that too.

Since I knew these things very well and I had a plan for this too. I’ll go to my home without these guys noticing me and evade this shit. Those poor souls will be there hiding from me along with those fuckin mosquitoes in the dark, thinking that they are being smart.

La Fin.

Love is Love πŸŒˆβœ¨

Hey people…..I am here to tell you a little story about love..

Once upon a time, there lived two young lads named shiva and vishnu. They both were best friends , growing up. Shiva belonging to a low caste, faced so many obstacles throughout his life. Humiliation grew bigger day by day. But, Vishnu was always by his side comforting and motivating him.

Shiva loved a girl with all his heart, so did the girl. But the girl’s father who doesn’t like his daughter to be loved by a low caste boy, bashed him with his goons to death , and threw him near his slum. Vishnu went to defend his friend but, belonging to the same caste of the girl he was told to run away , by her father but, vishnu refused to run away and got bashed too. Shiva waited for her to comeback but that never happened.

Both lads after few years of time got over this thing and continued to be happy. But in the mean time Shiva developed a love for his close friend vishnu. He loved him very much but refused to tell him because he doesn’t want his only friend to run away from him. But Vishnu noticed that Shiva is falling in love with him. One day shiva proposed to vishnu that he had developed feelings for him , with hesitation. Shiva who knew this already, went away silently without a reply.

The very next day , shiva was weeping near the pond , alone. Because , Vishnu is the only best friend he had so far but now he too isn’t for him.

Seeing shiva alone in the pond, vishnu went near him. When shiva saw Vishnu coming, he ran to him and apologized for what he said the other day. Vishnu stood still without uttering a single word. Shiva cried the hell out and pleaded him to talk.

Vishnu dragged him to the old wrecked house near the pond , and kissed him.Vishnu said ‘I have always loved you,Idiot’. Shiva , not able to control his tears, kissed him all over his face and held his hands with pride.

Though after that day, they faced so many problems, they happily lived ever after.

See no matter what gender,religion,caste you belong or language you speak, one thing remains constant forever, LOVE.

Love is constant and that makes us human.

Humanity comes over everything.
Let love conquer the world.

It always seemed to me a bit pointless to disapprove of homosexuality. It’s like disapproving of rain.

Francis Maude

#respect_love #love_is_love #pride #fuckcastepride #SmashBrahminicalPatriarchy #JaiBhim πŸ’™ #VazghaPeriyar πŸ–€

In brightest day, in blackest night….

Superhero….Hmmmm…. supernatural powers….saving people….. bringing Justice…..

Yes , everybody admires a superhero. Right? We always want to be a hero to the people we love. It has always been a part of me , since my childhood. What’s my inspiration ? Ofcourse it was the tv shows I watched when I was a kid.

I love watching power rangers when I was a kid. You know right,. Stunning suits, Cool gadgets, catchy lines of course. More than that , saving people from danger has been embedded in my heart like an arrow. Be it any cartoon for that matter in those days, taught us valuable lessons that will be useful even after we get old.

Be it Billy and Mandy or Powerpuff girls. Animated shows always breaks the gender discriminations, which most of the cartoons now fails to do. Indian cartoons are the worst. They are often based on a hindu god, who will be a womanizer and also an Idol for love. I mean , what the heck is that ?

When we are kids we are very vulnerable to anything that appears in idiot box. When we see a film or a show based on wrestling, we do practice wrestling at home though they say not to. You got it right, if the hero steals the clothes from women in the show then eventually the kids too try it. (Hare rama, Hare Krishna)

So coming back to superheros. The person who you admire is very important because they influence you. I was so much influenced by Ben Ten who fights crimes and saves not only the people he loved but literally everyone.

Friendly neighborhood Spiderman for that matter gave me hope more than anybody else in my life. How poor you may be you can still live your life to the utmost level of happiness by helping people. He even taught how to handle betrayal and break ups…if it helps !

There will always be a superhero to help me get out of the voidness of life. Then it was superman now it’s Periyar,Ambedkar,Marx, Darwin and it goes on…

So , superheros had been a part of me from my childhood and I always wish to be one, even now.

To be a hero you don’t need to have supernatural powers to save people, you can be a superhero by spreading love, asking questions without following anything blindly, educating people, withholding the social justice, breaking stereotypes, disintegrating patriarchy, practicing equity and bringing out A Revolution.

Eradicate poverty not hunger.

The philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways; the point, however, is to change it.” – Karl Marx

Stop talking it’s about time we change it for better.

Educate, organize, revolt – Dr.B.R.Ambedkar

It’s about time !

Special thanks to my good friend and editor Lavanya.

Demigods of mischief

I was so moody and dull until I saw a flying kite.

It was sometime in the beginning of February. Life asusual was not treating me very well. I was riding my cycle in the breezy evening. That was when I saw a kite hovering above the clouds , like a kid running around mama to get chocolates in a Christmas evening. That lonely kite hovering in the sky above kindled my emotions and I started to feel nostalgic.

I became that little young boy who wandered around the streets of the temple city, with his friends who were all crazier than him. Life was so happy back then like a pack of chocolates. It was summer break and was a golden period of 90’s kids.
We had lots of games back then which were endangered and forgotten eventually after the smartphone age. There was not even a single minute in which we were alone, on those days. We friends always hanged out together and whatever mischiefs happened in the streets were always because of us.

We were demi gods of mischief , back then. We didn’t carry gadgets but , always carried a smile which illuminated like a million sun. We often came up with games to play. Sometimes, we even invented something out of nowhere.

It was JUNE. The perfect time for flying kites. We all had kites in our home. Some do it by themselves others get it in the shops. But in our street we always prefer our own hands. We reached the tallest building in our street to fly kites. Back then, we never needed permission to play in other people’s houses in our street.

We don’t just fly kites and like I already told above that we were demi gods of mischief. We battle with kites that belongs to the kids of our neighbouring streets. We never settle down without defeating them. The battle is that if we cut the threads of their kites, then the kite belongs to us , and this applies to them too. But believe me we were not defeated, not even once. We savagely cut off the threads of their kites and we confidently placed people to get the kites when it fell down. But the fun part never ends there. After this full fledged episode, we get a gang war.

This is where the plot thickens. Ha ha…. Yeah! We kinda go godfather on them all. We even got into fights often for cutting their threads with a special kind of thread called ‘Manja

It may look rude and immoral to cut off their threads with manja but, we were kids. Not just that but ‘Demigods of mischief

And in the end of the day, everybody were happy and united. We talk about these episodes on the sand dunes which were poured outside our home. The happiness we shared back then with all our friends is unimaginable nowadays.

This write up is because of the simple kite with a long tail that flew above my head which took me back to my beautiful childhood days.

Exquisite Kites that we used to fly. You may have been forgotten by others but you’re still flying in the hearts of mischief demigods.

Avec amour, J R W (A Demigod who cannot forget the past)

Revolution begins at homeπŸ”₯

So where do you think oppression on women starts ?

School, college, public places ?

NO !

HOME !!

Stupid as it may seem to some, but the truth is painful.

So, me and my friend, Casually talked about being a rebel and stuff. She constantly kept talking about the restrictions that she faces in her home and how she fights against her parents and ends up being depressed and alone.

She told me “What will I do ? Other than to cry my soul out

I often used to call her Savitribhai phule.

A true rebel if you ask me !

I searched for answers and ended up writing this !

Who is a true rebel ? You may ask.

A rebel is not one who keeps on talking about the oppression and labels them as a rebel. But, The one who questions the stereotype, the one who steps out of this metaphorical cage the mankind has built.

“NO is the answer you were seeking”

Try saying ‘NO‘ for things which don’t make sense to you.

Start with a ‘NO‘ and end up with creating a revolution.

When a woman says ‘NO‘ is where a true ‘Rebel‘ born !

Remember this, It’s not a war ! Where you hope for a permanent victory.

This fighting I am talking about is a continuous struggle and you must keep on struggling without giving up !

Never label yourself as a rebel, but show them you’re one ! You may fall But remember this, you will RISE again !

Liberation is possible only when, One thinks to STEP OUT !

STEP OUT ! There are places, where you had never been !

STEP OUT ! There are people, who you had never met !

STEP OUT ! There are dresses, you had never wore !

STEP OUT ! So this world may see the burning rage in your eyes !

STEP OUT !

And be A REBEL

The starry night πŸŒŒπŸŒŸ

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lately, I’ve been thinking to write about an artist, A genius to be precise. He is none other than Vincent Van Gogh. The man who painted the infamous painting ‘The Starry night‘ from an asylum’s window. It is considered to be the magnum opus of Vincent. You all may think why Vincent van Gogh suddenly? It’s through a film I get to know about Vincent van Gogh.

‘Loving Vincent ‘ is such a beautifully made film, which was made by 100 handpicked artists. I think they are so obsessed with Vincent more than me. They must Because, He is the pioneer of what we call now the ‘modern art‘. If you’re reading this without ignoring and if you like films then it’s definitely a movie which you mustn’t ignore.

Okay back to Vincent. I started to get so obsessed with ‘The starry night’ because It’s unbelievably beautiful and looks…looks so REAL. So I started to think what’s this guy used to paint and what makes it unique among all and started to research a little and Find out this amazing video on youtube.
https://youtu.be/PMerSm2ToFY

I found out that he solved some unanswerable questions in mathematics using ART. Genius isn’t he? Yes indeed. I don’t know why people like him, face a tragedic death. He shot himself and died after a few days. His last words were “The sadness will last forever” as said by his younger brother Theo.

If we live long enough, Life can bring down even the strong” – Loving Vincent

I’ve been staring at ‘The Starry Night’ for hours. Still, It never fails to fascinate me. Though I don’t know much about art, I cannot take my eyes of the painting. Guess what he said was right.

β€œI want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly’.”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh

Yes, The man, The myth, The legend felt tenderly and deeply. You can see it in his painting, If you think am mad.

People thought that he was a madman awake. No, They were all wrong. By what I can see is that He was a dreamer awake.

Vincent about ‘The starry night’ to his brother,

β€œI don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”
― Vincent Van Gogh

I’ll be glad if you comment below how you felt while seeing ‘The starry night’ by Vincent van Gogh

Γ€ mon ami πŸ’™

Any two persons cannot be friends forever. Not even for a day or a minute. It really needs this magic to bring two souls together to bound in this relationship for eternity. People often say that love is more complicated than friendship, But the truth is it’s NOT.
There is this criminal named possessiveness , in the dreamland named friendship. A dangerous one indeed ! But an essential evil sometimes, Crazy i know. What’s fun in friendship without a little possessiveness.
Silence is the most dangerous punishment one can give to his/her friend. It is equal to hanging you fifteen times from the top of the angel falls and still not facing death.

HORROR ! HORROR ! HORROR !

But at the sametime there is no other relationship that’s stronger than friendship.

You cannot deny this fact !

Love your friends, No matter what they do to you. Smile, so they know you’re not just a random person who takes pain from you.

Be it sharing the heaven or facing an armageddon BE THERE for them !

Avec amour, Williams

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