A Freedom Struggle

Spoken like a man, this friend.


A grave mishap shadows this country contrary to the dilemmas of perfection. The disease infested from an inborn instinct to demean the grace of woman, can graduate to further flourish in the underworlds of terrorism. I stand in no post to address this section of the mass for I am a man- the enemy of your pride. But I stand with chastity and I mean every word off my tongue. It is true that the barbaric men choose, with their prejudice to woe your physical vulnerability.

In this land where rage is depicted through ignoble deeds, generosity is the most feeble attribute. On an encounter, would you succumb to a resourceful man? I hope not, and you dare not. I can not provide a strategy as fate runs the lives today.Justice is only a word, and the Constitution is provides a thousand interpretations that can even prove a terrorist innocent, but…

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A Quick Post.

Hey there neighbors.

So I have penned down the Blogging 101 assignments which I have missed or have failed to render the drafts, and I have decided to club the assignments all together and experiment something new to the blog. I don’t know if that would count but I am super excited and it is a risk I’m willing to take. It would be fixed and up soon, since I have an important semester exams in three days it would be a onerous task for me to balance both books and blog. Yeah, I’m a mess like that.

I was thinking to add a page on Fashion and Fashion Reviews, as I hope and wish to work for a Fashion Magazine,obviously this is a great platform for me to practice and get better. So if you have any suggestions or ideas for me, they are welcomed. Your comments and reviews really help me to do my best and earn the job, otherwise I honestly never complete the things which I really want too. It is something which I’m really trying to work on.

Writing helps. Sharing motivates. And studying definitely makes me wanna sleep. But you gotta do what you gotta do like my best friend says.

I have to run to my study before I’m caught and my WiFi is confiscated.

Thanks again.


Birthday-Rantings < Twenty-Something.

Ever since I was a kid, birthdays have been both intriguing and annoying.  I recently had a birthday on 11th January. Each passing year birthdays have become for me a time of intense self-reflection: Where do I stand in my life? What do I want to be? Where do I want to be? What could I improve? They don’t impress me like they do to so many others, instead they make me think. 


10th January, 11:45pm.
“Where are you lost?” my brother questioned, as I stared outside my car while returning home from a family dinner. “Nowhere ” was all I could manage to blurt out. I didn’t want to be so dramatic and sentimental but I was actually neither of them. I was mulling over the birthday patterns; about how I my feelings for surprises and wishes had outgrown. I drew a chart in my mind though.  It goes something like this:

4 year old- Barbie dolls and barbie world.
8 year old- Chunky,glittery and girly things.
12 year old- Any game which would not make me think so much. (I can never outgrow ‘lazy’ though) 
14 year old- Nothing.
16 year old- Nothing.
18 year old- Nothing.
20 year old- Be something.


Twenties has more than just ‘to never get old’. No one wants to get old, but a part of me never wants to move on from my lazy, least focused, wearing pajamas to college years. I can talk crap about being a twenty-something but I’m only half-kidding. In actuality, there’s no age I rather be (besides maybe a seven year old because they don’t anything beside eat ice-cream and poop themselves. That sounds like an ideal life to be completely honest)


I think Twenties is all about discovering things hurt you and what makes you feel good. You go in blindly, pricking yourself with a dull blade and come out with a tougher skin. One day, you will stop pricking yourself all together. Maybe, I don’t know? I am just beginning to discover remember? 
This is what the Twenties are for – to feel and see as much as you can, to take advantage of not being tied down to anything and anyone. You are a raw nerve.  Being in your Twenties allows you to start craving out the life you want for yourself. Everything is on your terms now which seems daunting but is actually liberating. For the first time in your life you’re the boss.


My Best Girls❤

I’m beginning to think that being in Twenties isn’t about getting old, it’s like we spend so much of our time wanting to be somewhere else other than where we are. Think about it. Why the hell are we in such a hurry to live some boring grown up adult life? Because once we do get there, we’re stuck for a long time. The novelty’s going to wear off, we’re going to get married and have babies, and everything will be amazing but don’t think for a second that you won’t be nostalgic for this time. Don’t think for a second that you’re not going to miss those nights you spent putting on your make up, changing five million times, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes out your apartment window, and going to some silly party, a party that feels like all the others you’ve been to but still has the right to feel special. You will miss all of this. This is a luxury. It’s going to leave us eventually so you better freaking enjoy it. You better enjoy every lame ass party, every awkward kiss, every 5 AM hangover, every crappy apartment, because one day it will all be gone and you’ll just be left with the pictures and the bruises and nothing else. Youth is fu**ing magic. Don’t you get it? Look at your skin! Touch it. Look at your smooth legs and stomach. Grab it. When you’re older, you’ll want all of this again so bad. You’ll possibly spend so much money to get some semblance of it back. Now it’s yours for free. It’s hilarious how I can imagine all of this only after a week in my Twenties. It’s like I have my own world in my head and I am just sharing what it looks like or will look like.


But the truth is, I want to remember the fear, I want to remember the promise, I want to remember the nights I wanted to curl up in a ball, I want to remember the people I’m not supposed to remember, I want to remember not knowing myself, I want to remember the moment I started to feel safe and like this life I’m leading is really mine. I’m going to be scared, I’m going to bruise my knees and not know how they got there, I’m going to try to fruitlessly forge a connection with someone who won’t ever get it, I’m going to lose the person that means the most to me and find my way back to them. I’m going to be a twentysomething because that’s what I am and all I know how to be.  And you should too. You should love every single moment of this hot mess of a decade. Chances are you’ll miss it before you even get to say “I’m 30.”