12.07 – 10.04.16


I am sick and tired of waiting.

Waiting for people to understand.

Waiting for friends to get back to me.

Waiting for a moment.

Waiting for time to pass.

Waiting for acknowledgement.

Waiting for a sign.

Waiting for the phone to ring.

Waiting for acceptance.

For perseverance.

For fate.

And I fear, that soon, I will run out of patience. And yet, I will hold all the blame.


Hey, Girl

Back in the day, women wanted everyone to “accept what they look like”.

They wanted to be not called ‘fat’, ‘disgusting’ or ‘unattractive’.

They wanted to be called ‘beautiful’.


Fast forward to 2015, I recently read a post that went something on the lines of “Don’t call me beautiful. I have my flaws and I accept them.”

Last I checked, it wasn’t a crime to call somebody beautiful.

I get it.

You don’t need anybody else’s validation.

And I think it’s great that that’s how you feel.


But think about it.

Being called beautiful by somebody else isn’t all that bad, is it?

If somebody tells you that you’re flawless, it’s not literary. (WHO is flawless, anyway? Even Chrissy Teigen has stretch marks.)

But that’s the thing isn’t it? You’re beautiful despite your flaws.

The scars, the stretch marks, the things you don’t like about yourself- all of them is what makes you, YOU.

And they’re exactly the things that make you beautiful as hell.


When people compliment you, despite your obvious weight, they’re not trying to be pretentious. They’re being nice.

And we need more of those people in the world. NOT hypocrites, but people who care enough to lend a couple of good words.

Admit it, compliments make our day. And leave us feeling good about ourselves.

Instead of talking about somebody’s weirdness, discuss all the good things.

Help them embrace themselves.


I am not a very good person, I’ll be honest.

But every day, I strive to be better than the day before.

I try to look for the good in people, and remove my focus from the bad.

I try to be positive, rather than dwelling on the negative.

I’d rather be a realist, but a little optimism never hurt anyone. In fact, it helps.


Queen Adele herself, recently made a statement regarding people and their obsession with her weight. And quite frankly, I loved it! This was what she had to say-

I do have body image problems, for sure, but I don’t let them rule my life at all. And there’s bigger issues going on in the world than how I might feel about myself and stuff like that.


For You, Beautiful


I know the world feels like a terrible place. I won’t lie to you- it is. The world can be mean. The world can be cruel. It can be heartless. It can be cold. But darling, you’re none of these things. And that’s why you feel the way you feel.

I know it seems like everything is wrong in your life. Everybody has problems, but not everybody makes them obvious. And I won’t lie- everybody has different levels of difficulties. But trust me- somebody else has it worse.

I know you think that you can’t deal with this. I won’t lie- it IS difficult. But believe me, you’re strong. And you can overcome it all.


My love, everything seems hopeless until you try. Have faith in the fact that everything happens for a reason.

Maybe your “friends” left you alone to teach you who friends really are.

Maybe your heart was broken because it was meant to be taken care of genuinely.

Maybe you lost your self-esteem because you were supposed to learn to appreciate yourself.

Maybe all of what hurts you, heals you.

For even wounds grow skin overtime.


Babe, you constantly call yourself worthless and ugly.

Be convinced by my words- You’re gorgeous. And you’re strong. You’re just a little lost.

Beauty isn’t measured by the color of your skin.

Your worth isn’t decided by the number of mistakes you’ve made.

For we’re only human, errors are forgivable. How we choose to mend our ways is what’s important.

I know you presume that degrees guarantee respect. They don’t. Your genuine-ness does. Your honesty does. Your heart does.

Surround yourself with people who care about you, who are plenty in number.

Let go of whatever hurts your soul.

You don’t need those medications.

You don’t require superficial acceptance.

You’re a wonderful human being. Believe that. Have hope in yourself. In your abilities.

Until you let go of the past, you will never progress into the future.



Feed your soul.

Appreciate your existence.

Dance until your legs hurt.

Laugh until you can’t breathe.

Chase your dreams.

Love yourself first.


You are so much more than you assume. Look past it, and you’ll see a whole new world.


As A Matter Of Fact

Imagine a girl.

Now imagine a group of guys.

Imagine the girl passing by these guys.

I don’t need to tell you the next situation, do I?

A while passes by, and the girl and one of the guys in the group are dating.

Fate happens and they break up.

Now. Another guy from the same group approaches the girl to console her, to ‘talk it out’. He charms her, and tells the girl that he had ‘liked’ her since day 1. After getting over her initial jhatka, the girl and the second guy start going out.

The second guy goes back to his circle and starts telling his friends about how he managed to patao the girl. And they all laugh about it, and talk about how the girl lacks moral character. And ofcourse, the group still has the first guy in it cuz ‘bros before hoes’, right?

And but of course, they discuss about how another guy from the group will date her once the second one dumps her.

And SHE’S the one without character? Absolutely.

Character. I hate this word.




In our extremely ‘modern’ and ‘culturally rich’ society, we are so quick to judge a person’s character without knowing them inside out. And even if we do, we feel that we have a birth right to taint a person’s soul with crude remarks and incessant gossip.

Our values have been moderated so much that a person’s respect is a joke to us.

Agar hamaari izzat nahin hai toh dusron ki kyun rahe?

People go to universities and colleges to observe, categorize and brand other people. And it is a universal subject- something we never get tired of.

But yeah, a course book or a class totally puts us to sleep, until someone says, uske bare mein pata chala?

WHY do we pride ourselves on being so culturally diverse when we can’t even stand a person who isn’t from the same geographical location as we are? When we look down upon somebody who might be financially weaker than us? When we’re not of the same gender?

WHY is it that when two people break up, the female is the immoral victim and the dude is the one that gets away with it? And let me add the scenario where the guy is fooling around with multiple chicks, it is still that poor chick who is blamed for everything. So much that other girls are asked to refrain from becoming friends with her because wo sahi ladki nahin hai.

Our generation is full of guys who LOVE to gossip and tell tales, sometimes even more than women. WAY WAYYY MORE. They’ll pick a chick from their college or mohalla and gang up against her existence. And then they talk about respect. Fuck-off.

Exactly how much time do you have in your life?

Let me rephrase that-

Exactly how much WORTHLESS time do you have in your life? Apparently, all the time in the world.

And then you’ll run around to fix your attendances, and your grades and your rapidly descending and empty life through jugaad.

Good going, mate. You da real MVP.


I don’t relate to feminism too much because these days, people take it as male-bashing and/or for females to have their clothing/sexual rights.

But I believe we NEED feminism.


For what I explained above.

For a woman to not have her dignity or her respect taken to the circus.

For a woman to be able to make her mistakes and learn from them. Because that’s what they are- mistakes.

For a woman to be able to walk into her place of education or work without avoiding eye contact with people because of what is being said about her.

For dudes to start respecting women, because clearly, that isn’t the case anymore.

In case you’ve noticed, I haven’t used the term “man” anywhere for the male sex.

Because real men don’t behave erratically.

Because real men don’t indulge in crazy talk.

Because real men respect women.

The Great Indian Tamasha

Before you start reading this post, there are two things you should keep in mind-

ONE- I don’t need you telling me this is a worldwide issue. I am well aware of that fact. Note that the topic is titled “The Great INDIAN Tamasha”, because due to reasons known only to God, I am an Indian. This topic is related to the entire South East Asia (tragically).

TWO- If you’re the kind of person who gets easily offended on the internet, I’m going to urge you to grab a chair and open a new tab, because you’re probably not going to like what you read. Don’t expect me to respond to your hate comments, because I don’t have the time or the energy to deal with people who can’t respect other’s opinions. On that note, I have nothing against you, reader. This is simply me stating what I believe. And I don’t expect your agreement, no more than your change.

So shall we begin?

Some of you must have figured out the topic of discussion by now. Some of you are still wondering what this shit is all about. So with no further ado, let’s jump right to it, the thing I dread the most- WEDDINGS.

Let’s face it. Indian weddings ARE a tamasha, for lack of better word- the expenditure, the stress that comes along with it, the pre-year preparations and my personal favourite, the people.

Log kya kahenge?

Now. I’m going to break my rant into two parts- the logical rant and the religious one.

Let’s proceed to my logical rant.


For people like me, weddings are a headache- whether somebody else’s or my own. The entire process of deciding on the joda, the jewellery that’s supposed to go with it, and the endless cribbing over nothing working out.

The joda– The wedding attire. Something you’re going to wear for a couple of hours and never wear it again. You’re willing to spend thousands on it, but you have a problem making a donation or giving a beggar 10 rupees.

In my case, me being the sort of person who wants a low key wedding (insha’Allah) or should I say, IF my society lets me, I don’t want to wear a ridiculously pricey outfit. But people have called me crazy for even presenting the idea to them. Why? Because log kya kahenge?

Honestly, I don’t get it. People want me to be uncomfortable in my wedding attire just because it pleases THEIR eyes? What. Even.

I believe that in weddings you should invite the kind of people who will be happy even if you serve them only dates and water. Because these people are there to be a part of your happiness. These people are genuine. These people don’t care if they don’t get to eats kebabs or if the wedding is not flashy. Sadly, these are also the people who, in today’s era, avoid going to too many weddings because of what they have become- a money spending venture.

I have seen people who attend weddings because the host was gracious enough to invite them, and while they fill themselves with biryani, nihari and kebabs, they stand at a distance and say, dulhan kaisi lag rahi hai, taubah!

Ungrateful bastards.

Upon discussion of these issues and the unnecessary rasmein that happen, I was given the exact same answer everybody else gives- Aray shaadi hai. Logon ka bhi dekhna padta hai.
And they’re right, shaadi toh hai, but it’s a not a movie that you MUST please the audience.

Some people state tradition as the answer, which is stupid to begin with.
Sati was a tradition too, remember?

On to the religious rant-

People will create chaos if you go for, what we call, a LOVE marriage. Why? Because religion.
To combat this reason, let me remind you that we are allowed to choose our own spouses.

Now when people like me want a simple, low key affair, I’m rebuked because log kya kahenge?
Where’s your deen now?

I’ve come to understand that these days, religion is okay as long as you’re commenting on somebody else. When it comes upon yourself, you go with “tradition”. Deny it all you want, it’s a fact.

Deen bas doosron ke gharon mein acchi lagti hai.

I don’t understand what the hypocrisy is about.

I’ve also been told because you need to please people (guests at your OWN wedding by doing what THEY like smh) because, God forbid, you might need their help in the future. What is HE for, then? Where’s your belief?

Doing something extreme, although religiously correct, requires a LOT of effort and faces a LOT of negativity. What course of deen was ever easy? Why do we study about our religions, if not to learn from them and apply them in our lives.

I’m not the most Muslim person you’ll meet, but if there is something that I want to do which is Islamically correct, why should I suffer? Why should I be insulted? What’s the point of preaching deen if you don’t want to practice it?

Allah swt has stated-
Blessed is the marriage with the least expenses.

Ofcourse to which I’ve been told, “If you have money, spend it.”
Yes. I WILL spend it.
By feeding the hungry.
By giving it to the poor.
By doing sadaqah.

NOT by inviting hordes of unfamiliar faces who come there for the food and the photographs.

To the people who want to celebrate their wedding in a grand way, this is not a judgmental post for you. By Allah, I hope your weddings are successes and so are your marriages insha’Allah.

But for those of us who don’t want to follow the norms of narrow minded society, please let us enjoy our weddings. If we’re lucky, we’ll have to get married only once insha’Allah and let that one day be the best day of our lives. Let us not be uncomfortable and agitated on the one day that we have the right to call entirely ours. Let us remember that day rather than want to destroy every trace of it. Let us be happy.


And Good night.

30th May 2014

I was in pain.

I knew it was our last day together, for at-least until the next year. And all of my insides hurt. I had spent the most wonderful 5 months with this man, and realizing that he won’t be by my side for the next 365 days was too much to comprehend.

When he hugged me goodbye, I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. I kept on running my hands on his back, trying to grasp the physicality of this moment. We had gotten so close in the last couple of months, and all of it was going to disappear, with him. I just wished I could’ve done something to stop him from leaving.

But I knew I couldn’t.

I knew this was the moment I HAD to experience.

But the moment would come so fast, who knew?

I would let go, and hug again.

And again.

And again.

I was obviously crying. The pain was too much. My soul wrenched. My heart ached. I didn’t want this.

After so long, I knew what happiness was. And I wanted to hold on to it as hard as I could.

A part of me felt if I let go, I’d lose it all.

435 days later. And with him still not next to me, I understand that I was wrong.

I’m still waiting. And I’m still happy.

Midnight Banter

Its 1:51 am. I’m doing what probably most of us are at the moment- staying up till suhoor. But as I while the time away going through my (numerous) social media accounts, I start to think about all the people I know, have known before and might know in the future insha’Allah. And what I realise, is, not surprisingly, astonishing to say the least.

Everybody we come across in life has their own story- their own problems, their own successes, their own hopes and dreams, their own failures, their own perfections and their flaws. So why is it that the first thing we do when we come to terms with someone is tag them?

True or false- we all hear stories, we all make judgements, we all assume. Is it fair when we ask the world not to do the same for us?

Why can’t people just be regular, clear, open people? Why can’t friends be friends? Why can’t family be family? Why is it that there is always a drape of pretend? Why do we pressurize ourselves to be different than we really are? Why is it that we are nice to people’s faces but mean behind their backs? Why do we talk about other people when we can talk about ourselves? Why do we hide behind lies when we can face the world with the truth?

How difficult is it to maintain relationships? Why are we so negative? Why is it that one pointless incident or argument causes oceanic rifts between people? Why do we give up on the ones we promised we wouldn’t? Why do we make friends our enemies? Why do we stop talking to each other? Why do we have to prove to the world how happy we are? Why do we feel the need to put on a show?

These questions sound like a lot, but they are what they are- Honest questions. Questions that should be asked- everyday. People are confusing. You never know what somebody is thinking about you. What’s sad is that the person who is sitting at the same table as you are, and is laughing their asses off with you might not be who they present to you. Maybe it’s all a façade. Maybe they’re just wasting time. On the inside, maybe they don’t like you as much. Maybe you’re an option. And this isn’t me exaggerating. This shit is real. This is the kind of shit I, and other people, go through on a daily basis. And you know what kind of people you have in your life when you’re depressed as hell, and you don’t know who to call. That’s when it hits you. That’s when you know.

Over time, you grow out of it- the fake friendships, the pointless people, the unnecessary drama. But unless you have somebody who is there for you through it all, you don’t really feel better, do you? Of course, sometimes we need only our own selves to help us through whatever. But most of the time, you need someone. Accept it or deny, reality will prevail. The pretenders will pretend, the selfish ones will be selfish, the real ones will stay real.

Above all, possibly the most important question that I ask myself right now is,

Why can’t people just be genuine?