Enchanted.

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Dear Moon Fairy,

Thank you for putting so much faith in me and having all the patience in the world. This one’s for you. I love you. :’)

A lot of us say that love is over rated. But is it really the case? We say love alone can not keep us alive, but would you rather live or just stay alive?? These two terms sound so similar, yet bear such huge differences. You might be the Christian Grey with a jaw dropping fortress in Escala, but what good is it without Anastasia Steele to share it? You see, love is never going to buy you things, but is is always going to bring in the little fragments of magic your life will need. You never know how much bliss two people might find in each other even if they look like they can never co-exist. An extremely bizarre analogy would  be the solar cooker and the sun. No one can look at the sun directly without being blinded, nothing can endure the blistering heat it exudes without breaking a sweat and no one, can take it all in like the cooker. It just makes the cooker stronger, that’s how the sun belongs to the cooker. And I absolutely agree that this is the most absurd analogy you’ll ever come across with reference to love.

We’re all aware of the fabled relationship the moon and the werewolf share. It is said that the moon brings out the wolf inside the human. But what would happen if the insanely carefree and lone wolf is wonder-struck by the beauty of the moon? What if the wolf is so enthralled by the enchantress that he regains his sanity only to cherish and love the moon for his life? There might be a thousand stars shining gazillion times brighter, but for him, the radiance of the moon is invincible.

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And yes, the moon did have her admirers, but none like the wolf. She was his happy place. She knew for all the tranquility she was full of, she loved the havoc he created in her heart. She loved how despite being wild and untamed he would try to be the perfect human just for her. He carried darker secrets in his heart which were only for her to see. And from shining full and brightest in the skies, she’d readily wane all the way, just for him. It isn’t about all the melancholic times they’ve shared, but all about the times they’ve shared in contentment. Its about the times they spent as part time lovers, full time friends. Because no love, is complete without friendship. It is obvious that the wolf and moon getting together is rather impossible, but sometimes, we just have to believe in magic. No, not the kind where the pigeon flies out of the magician’s hat, but the kind which turns our lives around. The moon asked the sun, how was she so sure that the wolf and her would make it till forever and beyond?? Here’s what the sun had to say,

” Sweetheart, there is too much solicitude that you both have for each other. So much affection, that it can not be denied. You both are in the loop which looks like the lemniscate. Like towards the centre, you might go different ways at times,  but after a while, your trajectories will meet again and again, and again. And there is no end to this loop, for, it goes on just the way it is, *infinite*. You might not see it, but deep in your heart, you know you belong to no one but each other. Have patience, because there will be a day when all of the animal world and the celestial world would come together to celebrate the day you shall unite. And that you shall have tiny radiant bunnies who’ll grow up to tenacious direwolves. It is never going to be perfect in the yes of the world, but if it feels like the picture perfect fit, then that’s all you need. When you know there is only one soul that rules yours, there is no other kingdom you’d have to go. When you know that only you know the sorcery that spellbinds him, there exists no other spell that could separate you. That is how I know that you’re going to be together forever and beyond”

That is how you’re in love, and that, is how you’re enchanted. 

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–  Blondie ^^’

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Polka Dot Love.

Every fashionista knows that there are some things in the fashion world that never go old. NEVER. For example, The Little Black Dress, The Bold Red lip color, Plain White Shirt with good old denims and Polka Dots. A polka dot dress, a nice polka dot top or anything polka dotted in general makes you ten times cuter instantly right? But when the same polka dot thing appears on your face? NO! Not chickenpox!! But, pimples. Yeah. I can imagine your despair sister. The irritation you’re facing right now is something that each one of us goes through. Every single one of us.

This is the usual procedure that goes on is as follows:

Stage One: Spotting the little bad guy AND,

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Stage Two: Going back to last week (or month) and thinking what caused it. Analyzing every food item you ate, cursing yourself for using friend’s face powder and Google for pimple removal tips. one

Stage Three: Finding ways hide it. Band Aid (too huge), Cap (doesn’t match the outfit), Bandana (to hot outside), Make up! (wears out :/ ). Eventually taking the brave decision to step out without hiding it. three

Stage Four: Stepping out, and regretting it. BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE SO JOBLESS THAT THEY ONLY HAVE THE JOB OF JUDGING ME OVER MY PIMPLES. AND HENCE HIDING FROM EVERYONE.

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Stage Five: Struggle.  This struggle is real. The struggle to not touch it, the struggle not to poke it, the struggle to not just scratch it out of your face is one of the most difficult form of self control.

Stage Six: After a week of hiding, face packs, scrubbing, exfoliating et cetera, the bad guy’s gone. REJOICE!

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As a girl, I know each one of us is prone to over thinking. So for example, if we repeat some top in a week at college {I doubt that it is possible in anyone’s life}, this is what we think *OH MY GOD I WORE THIS TOP AGAIN. SURE I LOOK CUTE BUT THAT’S TWICE A WEEK. I AM SURE KIM WILL NOTICE MY TOP AND SHE’S GOING TO SPREAD RUMORS ABOUT ME HAVING NO CLOTHES TO WEAR. I THINK I SHOULD GO BACK HOME AND CHANGE, I’LL JUST HAVE TO MISS THE FIRST LECTURE. HOW COULD I FORGET I WORE IT ONCE ALREADY.* {And, so and so forth. Sigh.}

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So I am pretty sure this is what goes on in different ladies’ minds when they’re having pimples & obviously its over thinking to maximum:

THE SINGLE GIRL:

I should’ve skipped college today. Now George (her crush) is going to get revolted and he won’t smile back. He’s going to think I am so ugly. Oh my God why did I eat Sev Puri from those streets. But I had it after four months!! I am NEVER eating street food again. *George walks in, glances at her, sits in the next bench, doesn’t look back because he is BUSY PLAYING FIFA’14.* “Hey there!” *No answer* AND THEN…

*OH MY GOD. HE SAW IT. NOW HE THINKS I AM UGLY. OH GOD. WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED. I PROBABLY LOOK LIKE SOME DALMATIAN. WHY DID I HAVE TO EAT. OH GOD I PROMISE I WON’T EAT STREET FOOD. JUST MAKE THIS PIMPLE GO AWAY. PLEASE.*

AND IT GOES ON TILL HE FINISHES HIS GAME AND LOOKS AT HER {HARDLY NOTICING THE PIMPLE} AND SMILES. *GIGANTIC SIGH OF RELIEF. *ffgh

THE IN-A-RELATIONSHIP GIRL:

Okay. I’ve put on ‘no-makeup’ make up so we’re good. Johnny won’t be able to see it. (Right?) I am carrying a scarf just in case he happens to notice it. There he is. “Hi babe!” *OH GOD. DID HE SEE IT?! I HOPE NOT. I’VE SEEN SEVEN TUTORIALS AND I THINK I’VE NAILED THE MAKE UP. HE DIDN’T HUG ME TODAY {Because they’re in the corridor where the dean’s office is, but who notices all that!}. I THINK HE THINKS I HAVE NO CONCERN FOR MY SKIN. WILL HE LEAVE BECAUSE I AM NOT PRETTY ANY MORE? I SAW HIM EXCHANGING ASSIGNMENTS WITH SARAH, SHE’S GOT AMAZING SKIN. I WONDER WHAT FACE WASH SHE USES. OH LORD OF COUPLES, PLEASE KEEP MY RELATION SAFE.* {meanwhile Johnny hugs her since there’s no staff around, and, GINORMOUS, SIGHS OF RELIEF. }

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Jokes apart, having pimples on the face does really feel like a nightmare. In a generation where taking selfies is a staple part of life, having those bad guys on the face is a real struggle. Then spending time to edit them out of pictures, adjusting hair such that they hide away the pimples and there are endless tries to hide them away. Of course if they leave a mark after they leave, it altogether another kind of pain. 18743634 routines, creams, scrubs to get rid of them, isn’t it?  You might be having a perfect diet, perfect food routine but in a city like Mumbai where pollution ubiquitous, you can’t do a lot to protect your faces every day, every moment. In a busy life where your sleep schedule is different everyday, pimples pop every other day. I KNOW GURL FRIEND, IT’S A TOUGH LIFE.  I don’t have to tell you tips to protect your face because you already know those, probably more than I do. I am just, you know, empathizing with you. You are very pretty, don’t let a puny thing like a pimple make you feel any less!!!

Still one small bit of advice, make sure you hit the links below. they might hold just THE SOLUTIONS to keep those evil guys away!!

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and

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More till next time people!

Blondie ^^’

 

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19 YEARS, 19 LESSONS: PART FOUR.

Finally, the last three lessons on my list. Have fun y’all!!!

LESSON SEVENTEEN: EXCLUSIVELY FOR GIRLS,  RELATIONSHIP ADVICE FROM “THE” SINGLE FRIEND)

{YOU KNOW SHE ALWAYS GIVES THE BEST ADVICE}

So, you know he loves you so much that he’d do anything for you. Doesn’t mean that he’s your puppy and you make him do things so that you can show off him on Insta posts. NO. A little display of PDA is fine, but if your Facebook status is *Foot massages from your honey bear are so fetch!. – feeling sexy with Michael Rogers* NO. WE DO NOT WANT TO KNOW. YES THERE’LL BE GIRLS DRENCHED IN GREEN, BUT NO. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO PUKE OVER TEDDY BEARS. Having said that, if you don’t think he’s the one, let him go. But but but, please don’t go around behaving as if you’re in the middle of a shopping spree and you try whatever pleases your mood. Unless you want a jar full of *broken* hearts. (#ChristinaPerriReference) Also, if all he wants is action, (if you know what I mean, if not then go and watch CN. -_- ) then the only time he gets a kiss from you should be when you kiss him goodbye for good. Or else if its a *YOU WANNA?* *I WANNA!* *YOU WANNA!?* *I WANNA!!* scenario, feel free to EXERCISE!!! (Google Kanan Gill, Prem Aggan to understand this reference).

LESSON EIGHTEEN: EXCLUSIVELY FOR BWOYS, DON’T BE AN ASS, JUST READ IT

Be a gentleman. Pulling the chair for your girl or opening doors for her or some chivalry like that sometimes doesn’t make you her chauffeur, it makes you a gentleman. Nobody is asking you to have a fireworks show that says  *I LOVE YOU SAMANTHA*, but little gestures you do make a difference. Before you decide to woo some girl make sure you really have feelings where words like hard mean you’re falling hard (in love). ALSO, YOU MIGHT BE A TECH FREAK, BUT NEVER EVER, EVER ASK HER OUT OVER TEXT. SOME THINGS, ARE MEANT TO BE OLD SCHOOL. Don’t go buying expensive gifts for her as and when she pleases, because then, she is a money digging biatch. Lastly, your testosterone levels might be raging and you probably can’t can’t keep it in your pants, that still is a totally invalid reason to date anyone except your hands.

P.S: SHE’S NOT REALLY A KEEPER IF ALL SHE EATS IS DIET FOOD AND CHECKS CALORIE AND FAT AMOUNT ON THE BACK OF THE WRAPPER EVERY DAMN TIME.

LESSON NINETEEN: BELIEVE IN SOMETHING/ONE

Yes, this is sort of deep. But yeah, believe in some Higher force. I strongly believe that there’s someone who’s looking out for you and planning things for you. I am not asking you to fast every Monday or go to the Church every Sunday. But at the end of the day, make sure you thank someone and are grateful to Him/Her for everything. Doesn’t mean you are what you are just because of them, of course you worked hard, but the belief in something stronger will always give you hope. It’s always going to be helpful in difficult times and there’s going to be a time when you’ll see it. Even if you believe in the Goddess of Rhinoceroses it’s okay. Just make sure you thank her for every good thing that happens because she might just be really looking out for you. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS BELIEVE. AND TRUST ME, WISHES DO COME TRUE.

That’s it for now. I hope I’ve helped you.

More next time,

Love,

Blondie ^^’

19 YEARS, 19 LESSONS: PART THREE.

I’ve been away, celebrating my stepping stone into old age, trying to celebrate 2015. Here are my last few lessons fellas!

LESSON ELEVEN: FIND YOUR SECRET HIDEAWAY.

This is absolutely essential once you’re in the latter part of your teenage. Could be any place, top of the water tank on your terrace, some garden in the other end of the town, or some place as busy as Juhu beach. But make sure you have a go-to place if you ever feel low and need time to get your brains straight. You’re going to have issues in your life, and if you’re the kind who thinks-over-it and then acts, then this is a must do. And if not issues, some quiet time alone can never harm you. Unless you over think like me. Then there’s going to be a alien attack by the time you’ve returned to your real world and the aliens have taken away your favorite belongings, including the Batman action figure you got on your first birthday. And your friends are kidnapped and it’s your duty now to save them. You’re Captain America now. SEE WHAT I MEAN BY GETTING CARRIED AWAY?! SIGHS.

ALSO MAKE SURE THE PLACE IS SAFE ENOUGH AND DOES NOT HAVE CREEPY HUMANS WAITING TO ABDUCT YOU. BE SAFE OKAY?

LESSON TWELVE: NEVER LOOSE YOUR TOUCH FOR OTHERS

There’ll be a lot of times where you won’t fit in. You’ll be too funny, too lame, too sarcastic, too-much-something for people. But that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. No one will like everything about you. What’s important is you don’t lose yourself just make some like you. It’s okay to not use social media, its okay if your hobby is looking at fishes swim. Trust me by the time you are old enough, you’ll realise that people who’ll stick to you for your quirky traits are the ones who genuinely like you and you have nothing to pretend about. BE YOU BRUH.

LESSON THIRTEEN: MAKE YOUR PERSONAL STYLE ABOUT COMFORT

This goes for both girls and boys. Just because Kendall Jenner is posting Instagram selfies in a crop top, doesn’t mean you have rush to F21 to buy one. So, no. Keep it about you. Not following latest fashion is cool tbh.

DOESN’T MEAN YOU WEAR JEANS HANGING OFF YOUR HIPS. NO BOYS. NO. EVEN J BIEB LOOKS FUGLY IN IT. THAT SHIT IS REVOLTING AS FUCK.

LESSON FOURTEEN: LEARN TO DO SOMETHING THAT PEOPLE LEAST EXPECT YOU TO DO

YOU’RE A BOY AND YOU KNOW HOW TO BAKE ?! WHAT?! OR, YOU’RE A GIRL AND YOU KICKASS AT BASKETBALL?!! YES. SOMETHING LIKE THAT. There’s a hidden pleasure in being able to do something that’s opposite to your personality. Keep it a secret which only a few people know about you. Maybe someday you’ll be famous and they’ll ask you in your interview, tell us something about you which very few people know. Now you want to be able to answer it, don’t you?

LESSON FIFTEEN: LEARN DECENT ENGLISH

THIS ONE. THIS ONE IS SO FUCKIN IMPORTANT THAT I WANT TO CAPITALIZE WHAT’S IN CAPITAL ALREADY. YES. WE’RE FROM THE GENERATION OF TEXTING, BUT IF YOU TEXT ME *Shud I live?* BEFORE YOU LEAVE YOUR PLACE TO MEET ME, I WILL ONLY TEXT BACK, *NO. DON’T LIVE. I HOPE YOU’RE RUN OVER BY A BUS ON YOUR WAY.* BECAUSE NO. JUST NO. YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY YOU’RE WOEBEGONE, BUT SAYING SAD WILL SUFFICE. JUST LEARN TO USE YOUR WORDS AND GRAMMAR RIGHT AT LEAST. PLEASE.

LESSON SIXTEEN: KEEP YOUR PROMISES

If you promise something, to anyone. Keep it. Nothing is more offensive than a person not keeping his words. Be true to your words. If it’s something you can’t pull off, don’t promise it for the sake of it. Promises aren’t meant to be broken, they’re meant to be fulfilled.

More in the next post,

Love,

Blondie ^^’

19 YEARS, 19 LESSONS: PART TWO.

Turning 20 tomorrow. Sigh. I won’t even crib about it. BUT I’LL BE A YEAR *OLDER*.

Coming straight to the point,

LESSON SIX: YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE. AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. ANDDD, AGAIN!

While we’re young, our choices in the other person highly depend on the movies/novel/sitcom character. So if that girl looks like Sara from White Collar, chances are you’ve fallen for the face. You’re slowly going to realise that the concept of ideal guy/ girl is ridiculous, you’re going to learn fall for imperfections. Yes. It’ll hurt and it seems like it the end of the world and like you’ll die alone, but every Simran has a Raj, every Chandler has a Monica and every Mickey has a Minnie. JUST BE PATIENT. I KNOW IT SUCKS TO SEE EVERYONE ALL HAPPY AND LOVEY DOVEY, BUT YOUR TIME WILL COME AND I PROMISE IT’LL BE JUST RIGHT FOR YOU!

LESSON SEVEN: HAVE GOOD TASTE IN MUSIC.

Tomorrow if a handsome guy comes over and recites any Honey Singh lyrics to me. I am just going to walk away. Even if he’s sexy as fuck. The kind of music you listen to, says a lot about your tastes in things. I am not asking you listen to Mozart or Chopin, but listening to songs with stupidass lyrics isn’t just right. Maybe I am being judgemental, but well yeah. #goodmusic.

LESSON EIGHT: THINK THROUGH YOUR CHOICES WHICH YOU’RE MAKING OUT OF EXCITEMENT

GoT TATTOO? DYEING HAIR? CHOPPING OF YOUR TRESSES FROM ONE SIDE ENTIRELY? SPENDING POCKET MONEY ON UGG BOOTS?? Think through it, because these are the kind of choices you make out of some weirdass fandom wave. Trust me you don’t want to get ZM tattooed just cuz you’re in love with Zayn Malik. YOU REALLY DON’T.

LESSON NINE: LEARN TO TRAVEL. ALONE.

This is for ladies especially. Learn how to use trains, metros, buses, everything on your own and that to correctly. There will be a time when you might have to go to some place alone, and I feel it will be better if you knew which train to take and how to go about without sweating bullets. #BEINGINDEPENDENT

LESSON TEN: HAVE A HOBBY

It might be doodles on the back of the notebook, it might be knitting. It can be anything. Do it because it makes you happy. Just for the sake of fun. You don’t have to be a pro at it. Just do it. It’ll make you feel happy for no reason. And that, is a different kind of happiness!!

More next time,

Loads of Love,

Blondie ^^’

19 YEARS, 19 LESSONS: PART ONE.

I turn 20 day after tomorrow. Twenty years OLD. OLD. OLD. OLD. I am not a teenager anymore. So while I am still a teenager, let me “impart” some lessons to the lucky humans who’re still in their teenage. Because I am turning 20. TWENTY YEARS. OLD.

LESSON ONE: MAKE WISE CAREER CHOICES.

THIS ADVICE, I HAD TO LEARN THE HARD WAY. SO I MAKE SURE THAT I SCRATCH IT INTO A NEW BORN BABY’S BRAINS AS WELL. IF YOU’RE PASSIONATE ABOUT SOMETHING, MAKE IT YOUR CAREER. LET IT CONSUME YOU SO MUCH THAT PEOPLE SHOULD THINK THAT YOU’RE INCAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING ELSE. EVEN IF YOU WANT TO BECOME A NURSE, BLOODY FIGHT FOR IT. BECAUSE IF YOU MAKE THIS CHOICE WRONG, YOU CAN’T UNDO IT. DON’T BE A FASHION DESIGNER BECAUSE IT’S GOING TO GET YOU GLAMOUR, DON’T BE A CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT BECAUSE IT GETS YOU MONEY. BE A MUSICIAN IF THAT’S WHAT APPEALS TO YOU. BUT MAKE SURE THAT YOU MAKE THE MUSIC, LIKE ONLY YOU CAN MAKE. AND NO ONE COULD DO IT, NOT WITH EASE AT LEAST.

LESSON TWO: LEARN TO PRIORITIZE.

YES. THE CUTE GUY FROM BIOLOGY CLASS WILL NOT DIE IF YOU CANCEL TOMORROW’S COFFEE DATE . NOR WILL YOUR FRIENDS FROM TWITTERVERSE GO COMATOSE IF YOU TWEET AFTER COMPLETING THAT ASSIGNMENT. LEARN TO GIVE IMPORTANCE TO THE RIGHT THINGS!! SERIOUSLY. ARE YOU WASTING YOUR TIME BROWSING MY BLOG BECAUSE YOU DON’T WANT TO SOLVE THOSE SUMS?! GO. NOW. DO IT. TRUST ME YOU WON’T REGRET IT. SHOO AWAY NOW. IF NOT, GO AHEAD. NEXT POINT.

 LESSON THREE: MASTER SELF CONTROL IF YOU’RE A SOCIAL MEDIA ADDICT.

FACEBOOK, TWITTER, REDDIT, INSTAGRAM, PINTEREST EVERY GODDAMNED THING. LEARN TO LIVE AT LEAST FOR TWO-THREE HOURS WITH OUT THEM WHILE YOU’RE AWAKE. I SAID, “AWAKE”. YOU MIGHT SEE YOUR MOM IN TEARS BECAUSE OF THIS. NOW DON’T YOU WANT TO MAKE HER PROUD??

LESSON FOUR: LEARN TO EARN AT LEAST A LITTLE CASH BY RIGHT MEANS.

YES. LEARN TO EARN & LEARN TO SAVE. DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING BUT MAKE SURE YOU DO IT. IT WON’T BE AN AMOUNT PHENOMENAL ENOUGH TO BUY THAT RHYSETTA SCARF YOU WERE EYEING FOR MONTHS, BUT IT’LL GIVE YOU A DIFFERENT HAPPINESS, SENSE OF INDEPENDENCE AND WELL ~MONEY~ YOU CAN AT LEAST AFFORD THE BIG BELL BOX FROM TACO BELL. ~~ON YOUR OWN~~. TWICE. FOOD’S ALWAYS GOOD AMIRITE?

LESSON FIVE: MAKE FRIENDS WHO WILL LAST FOR YOUR LIFE.

YES. I MIGHT’VE NOT SUCCESSFULLY ACCOMPLISHED THE ABOVE POINTS, BUT THIS ONE, THIS IS WHAT I REALLY DID RIGHT. I’VE GOT THE BEST PEOPLE EVER FOR FRIENDS *BIG PAT ON THE BACK* (I LOVE Y’ALL TO DEATH).THESE AREN’T THE PEOPLE WHO CLICK SELFIES WITH YOU WHILE YOU HAVE A SLEEPOVER, THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO’LL STAY UP TO COMFORT YOU JUST CUZ YOUR BOYFRIEND FORGOT TO SEND YOU THE *I LOVE YOU BABY* TEXT AND YOU THINK HE’S PROBABLY MAKING OUT WITH THE GIRL WHO LIKED HIS COMMENT ON FACEBOOK AND YOU’LL BE SINGLE BY TOMORROW MORNING. {IF THAT’S REALLY YOU, GET A GRIP BITCH. LIKE SERIOUSLY. -_- } OTHER THAN THAT MAKE SURE YOU’RE THERE FOR THEM. MAKE SURE THAT YOU MAKE SURE THAT THEY’RE OKAY. THESE ARE WHAT I CALL ALMOST UNICORNS, CUZ THEY’RE ALMOST UNREAL. ALMOST.

I THINK THESE FIVE, ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT. HENCE THE CAPS LOCK MODE. STICK TO THESE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.

Loads of Love,

Blondie ^^’

What do you think you were in your past life?

Fiction, is my favorite genre of all time. My favourite word is Magic. I would love to be a citizen of Asgard. And honestly my choice of profession would be to be a pokemon trainer. Yes. Fiction runs my life. There are endless possibilities to fiction, and that’s the best part. You can be a superhero, a fairy godmother or a secret agent. You never know. So thanks to #indispire, I am going to write what I think I was in my past life.
I’ve read so many times, we carry on traits of our past lives to our present. We pay for our past life sins, benefit from our good deeds etcetera etcetera. This article, is based on that very logic.
I think I must’ve somebody who was an art aficionado. Yes. Art. There’s a beauty I find in a myriad of colors. The serenity that comes to me after seeing a beautiful picture full of colors is beyond words for me to explain. Today, the best thing I do naturally without any training is to paint. To splash colors, to give finishing strokes, I don’t know how it came to me. But it did. So maybe, I was a painter.
I am a compulsive fashion addict. I cannot resist it. It doesn’t stop at clothes for me. Be it shoes or bags or accessories, I love em all, I want em all. Fiction is free right? So my best fictional story about my future would be owning endless Manolo Blahnik heels, wear clothes only from Neiman Marcus, own my own range of Birkins, and get married in Vera Wang of course. ALL this cannot come to someone in one lifetime. I think there has to be a heavy past life influence for something that you hold so much passion for. So MAYBE, I was a fashion critic. Maybe.
Lastly, saving best for the end, is writing. I love words. I like to think of myself as a tailor. Of words. Someone who stitches words together to form lines that are beautiful. The most most most beautiful things ever created for me, are words stitched together to form a stunning masterpiece that would take away your words. Words can change your life, words can make you better, words can make you worse. If it were up to me, I’d live my life writing and reading masterpieces which I might never make! So I firmly believe, without a doubt, I was a writer. This love for words, will always run through me. (Even if I am a Transformer, like Optimus Prime)
All in all, I must be a really wonderful friend, because I am blessed with amazing people around me. Who take care of me, cherish me. I must’ve been so lost in words that I never had time for numbers, because I suck at MATH. I must’ve been a terrible lover, because the lover of this lifetime seems to be run over by a bus. And lastly, I must’ve been related to Shah Rukh somehow because I can’t stop loving that one. *sighs drools and faints dramatically*

Loads of Love until next time,

Blondie ⭐ ^^’

Happy Birthday !!!

I’ve been depressed as HELL. I’ve googled signs of depression and I’ve checked off almost every sign on the big ass list. And I thought maybe I’ll write about all the sorrow I’ve kept buried inside me. But you know what, my heart is like the Pandora’s Box, if I let it open it might have a horrible aftermath. *YES I know I am dramatic*  What would help me perfectly is throwing jars at a wall like Peyton or Haley (I don’t remember who exactly) did in One Tree Hill. And scream till I lose my voice. And maybe kill a people or two. JUST KIDDING! (Maybe NOT). AND I realize I am going towards my homicidal intentions. AGAIN. But then I saw the date on my computer screen. AND I RE-REALIZED that it is Shah Rukh’s birthday today. As if I could forget with everyone wishing me Happy Birthday. And waking up as if it is my birthday. And having a retard smile plastered to my face whenever I’ve come across his songs since the morning. And swearing to meet him just once. JUST ONCE. Because if I don’t I just might have to pull off what Arjun Rampal did there. *wonders who’s going to let me past security, also, if I’d be conscious on seeing him*

tumblr_nduybqeiOj1qif97jo4_250 I know someone who has a similar kind of obsession with another actor and she has dedicated endless blog posts to him. So I figured WHY HAVEN’T I DONE THIS YET!?!?! ASDFGHJKL! THAT IS WHY THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO MY FAVORITE ACTOR, KING KHAN!!! *IMAGINES FIREWORKS IN BACKGROUND AND FAINTS DRAMATICALLY*anigif_enhanced-31103-1408017334-2

A lot of people have asked me why I have this weird obsession with someone twice my age plus a decade. Honestly, even I don’t know. But there are things about this man which I love so much that I can’t even put in words. But I am going to try. So here goes.

First things first. THAT SMILE. THOSE DIMPLES. I CAN’T EVEN.. SIGH! I  have beautiful dimples myself (yes I am trying to show off) and I love my smile (I can be incredibly self obsessed at times) but the smile that comes after seeing his smile doesn’t even fit on my face. If you haven’t noticed yet, I am in love like they describe in romantic novels. Falling for the smile and everything.anigif_enhanced-31061-1408020633-8

I am a romantic person at heart. Honestly I am the mushiest person you will ever meet. It’s a Shah Rukh Fangirl effect. I believe everyone has the right to have an opinion about anything but one fact remains indisputable for me. NOBODY, ABSOLUTELY NOBODY CAN BE AMAZING AT ROMANCE LIKE SHAH RUKH. NOT RYAN GOSLING FROM THE NOTEBOOK, NOT DI CAPRIO FROM THE TITANIC, NOT GERARD BUTLER FROM P.S. I LOVE YOU. NOT YOUR HUSBAND, NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND, NOT EVEN MY NON EXISTENTIAL BOYFRIEND. NADA. I WILL BURY YOU IF YOU EVEN THINK OF DEBATING ON IT.

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*THAT OPEN ARMS POSE: I could run into those arms even if I were shot and had parts of my body dislocated. I REALLY WOULD DO IT.

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*The way he pulls off a TUX. There’s something about a man in tux which makes them irresistible (to me at least). Honestly I don’t think there’s anyone who can make a tux look so HAWT.  SMOKIN HAWT. EVERY DAYUMM TIME!

Somewhere, we all choose success stories we want to be inspired with. I chose his. From a common man who had nothing, he has become a man who is short of nothing. It is his own hard work that brought him so far.  I chose to believe in his dedication, sincerity and his tenacity despite all the criticism. And of course, there’s his smart mouth.  That humor and wit with he owns his haters is something to learn from.

I’ve been in love in all his characters. Be it Raj from DDLJ & Mohabattein or Rahul from Chennai Express & K3G, (he has done too many films with Raj and Rahul names to list out 😀 ) OR be it Kabir Khan from Chak De! I have loved each and every role. I’ve winced when he got hit, I’ve cried when he got hurt, I’ve danced when he danced and I’ve held my breath every time he has smiled.

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Over the time, he hasn’t gotten old for me, but he has defined all that I want my man to be . (Oh yes, I am looking for a Rahul or a Raj or even a Veer Pratap Singh will suit me fine.) A self made successful human being, a doting father, and amazing husband and a son. A guy who could be sarcastic at Pro levels, somebody who can make me smile when there’s no chance of it happening. Somebody who has taught me that no matter how high you reach in life, you can’t stop working hard.

You can’t forget the ones who stood by you when you were going through a hard time. In finding happiness in making people happy, and striving hard for the ones you love. And most importantly, not letting any mofo bring you down.

So Shah Rukh, you can be old and wrinkled and I will still love you. You can make stupidest movies and I will still watch them and I will still cry when you’re crying. There can be endless actors who might just be better than you(just saying, we all know that’s NEVER going to happen) but you will always be my Numero UNO! WHY? Because I LOVE YOU! Once I love, I give away all the love I have, and you can have it all. Wish you very Happy Birthday! Stay blessed my love!!

AND ALL YOU SHAH RUKH HATERS,

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but please, STAY AWAY FROM ME

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-Tonnes of LOVE,

-Blondie. ⭐ ^^’

Wrap Up!

So, it feels good to write again after a long time. This time, Imma wrap up the guide for you guys.

Tips to follow:

* Avoid grannies and aunties if you’re a teenager who is hearing music at ear blasting levels or is wearing any kind of outfit that shows your legs or midriff or is going to discuss boys with friends. Because, they’re going to judge you relentlessly, discuss about you like you’re the headlines of the news channel that morning and yes, they’ll do that even when they know you can hear them.

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*Don’t underestimate the power of Mumbai local trains. From samosas and vadas to chocolates, from leggings to scarves, from earrings to bangles from OH WELL THE LIST IS ENDLESS. Those tiny barrettes you saw in Accesorize? And you didn’t buy because 300rs for three tiny pieces of fabric tied in a bow is just plain ridiculous? (And you were heart broken for days because those barrettes were A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E) Anyways you’re going to find the doppelganger of the barrette for HALF of HALF the PRICE. There’s always a steal here. ALWAYS.

df WARNING: NEVER EVER BUY COSMETICS. MAYBELLINE OR LAKME OR ELLE 18 AREN’T SHUTTING DOWN OR BANKRUPT TO SELL THEIR GOODS IN THE TRAINS. THE NANO STORES OF TRAINS SELL DOPPELGANGERS,  NOT THE ORIGINAL. SO IF YOU’RE SEEKING FOR KATRINA KAIF, YOU’RE ALWAYS GOING TO END UP WITH ZARINE KHAN.

*All you teenage girls, you’re not relatives/ descendants of Edward Cullen (you wish ), you’re not going to live young forever and stop aging. Someday, you’re going to turn in to a wrinkled hag who can’t make out out two fingers from three. So when you tell your friend ” Aree buddhi kitne aaram se utar rahi hai” makes you an obnoxious bitchface who was busy picking her nose when the teacher taught manners in school. Be nice to old people. Being rude or calling names in English does not make you cool in any way. Don’t forget that karma is a bitch. Chances are, when you’re old someday, the granddaughter of the lady you insulted will walk over you just the way you walked over her granny. Peace out.

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*EVERY Mumbaikar travelling at peak hour times in the same train everyday is a part of some group in the train. They’ll laugh boisterously, pass jokes that are lame. And that will annoy you, you’ll think that they’re over-smart, you’ll make faces and try to ignore them.

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And after one month of travelling by the same train everyday, VOILA! You’re BFFLs with them. You’ll gossip about women from other groups, wave cheesy goodbyes from the window when you alight the train. Next you’re planning movie dates and dinners with your “group”. Hypo critic much?

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 *CAT-FIGHTS ARE MEANT TO BE ENJOYED.

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Not resolved. Unless you see BLOOD. Then probably you should stop them. Or maybe NOT.

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*If them females are rude to you, don’t feel bad or angry. They’ve probably had a bad day or failed or fired. Or have Niagara falls time (if you know what I mean). BE HUMAN TO A HUMAN.

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As weird as it sounds, the train journey could be interesting. You could have the best and worst experience in one train journey itself.  Today some trample you, tomorrow you trample some. But well, life goes on.

Until next time,

Lots of Love,

-Blondie. ⭐ ^^’

Please Read and Please Share.

Hello everyone,

This isn’t one of my sarcasm filled funny articles. This article is just my own effort to try and knock some sense into racist assholes around me. Yeah well, I am not going to mind my language either right now because I am so annoyed right now. I am very thankful to each of you who has taken ten minutes to read this, and it’s my request that if you agree, please do share it.

Coming right to the point, not many of you know about the new channel in India, which is an initiative by Zee TV.  The channel is called Zee Zindagi, which airs only Pakistani TV shows. It’s an effort to bring countries closer through the medium of entertainment. And I, happen to be hooked on to some shows on the channel. So I asked my friends, some acquaintances, some relatives if they watched the shows as well. And here’s the replies I got:

* “Really? Pakistani serials? What happened to your choices?”

* “It’s in Hindi naa? How can you watch them?”

* ” The titles sound so lame. I don’t need to watch the shows to figure out how lame they are.”

* “They don’t watch our shows, so why should we watch theirs?”

*”I don’t think they have good story line.”

* “Sheeeeee… Watching Pakistani serials? DESH DROHI !!!”

Yes, these are the replies of people of the world’s most populous democratic nation which calls itself secular, which has some of the most deeply religious societies and cultures.

So let me make your confusion clear. YES. I watch Pakistani serials and my choices are in place. It’s just your backward biased brains that cannot differentiate between pure entertainment and issues that have actually affected in real life. So what according you is a PROPER CHOICE? Watching Game of Thrones which has so much deception and incest? Or watching Masterchef Australia which is of no use because half the food isn’t even something that pleases your palate? I am not saying that they’re bad or you should stop watching them. They right in their places with their own pros and cons which even these serials have. And that you would know, if you watched them before you barked out the senseless comments.

And yes they are in Hindi. Since when did your mother tongue switch to English? And last I checked Comedy Nights with Kapil and Jhalak Dikhlaa Jaa and even Roadies and SplitsVilla are in Hindi. Woh toh maze se dekh lete ho aap log. So what the fuck is wrong if these shows are in Hindi.

And hey there, when did you visit Pakistan?! Mujhe bataya bhi nahi. Oh wait, did you take polls? NO? THEN HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW THEY DON’T WATCH OUR SERIALS? And for Heaven’s sake, how can you not have the simple sense to just watch, be entertained and forget it? Also, if Pakistanis don’t watch Indian serials, DO YOU THINK AMERICANS WATCH BAALIKA VADHU? OR AUSTRALIANS WATCH MASTERCHEF INDIA? Since you’re omnipresent to know who-watches-what-in-which-country you might as well have answers to this.

Then you said that the story line isn’t good eh? I mean you haven’t even watched it. And if you have,  is 40 minutes of pure decent drama not good enough?

AND LASTLY, THE ONE THAT HAS SET ME OFF LIKE FUCK. DESH DROHI. YEAH. I KNOW YOU WERE JUST KIDDING OR TRYING TO LOOK SMART. SO WATCHING SHOWS IN ENGLISH MAKES YOU A DESH PREMI? AND IF YOU HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOUR NATION WHY ARE YOU PREPARING FOR GREs AND TOEFLs  AND PLANNING TO SHIFT TO NYC AS SOON AS YOU CAN? WHY DOES YOUR CAREER PATH INVOLVE WORKING FOR APPLE OR MICROSOFT AND NOT FOR THE INDIAN ARMY OR AIR FORCE?

So in conclusion all I want to say is that friends, it is just a TV show from another nation. You need not be so disparaging. Nobody is going to barge into your house, tie you to your couch and make you watch it. Maybe the story line isn’t up to your expectations, maybe the ladies aren’t covered in kilos of fake jewelry and maybe nobody has died four times and come alive again. But please please please stop passing remarks if you haven’t watched it. Aunties, this is not a initiative to spread their culture and make us accept it. It is just for entertainment. Please leave it at that.

And if you are fans like I am, high-five! Welcome to the club.

Bohot Sara Pyaar,

Khuda-Hafiz!

-Blondie. ⭐ ^^’

P.S: I am very sick of everybody being such an arse, so please forgive me if the next time you’re being rude, I might award your cheeks with a high five or your tummy with a bicycle kick.