Words stop..

Words don’t mean anything anymore.

It’s a sad fact but it’s true. People don’t mean what they say anymore. They make promises they can’t keep.

Why do you cheat in your exams?

If you want good marks, why can’t you just work for them?

If you’re so keen on getting a good grade, why can’t you just study?

Think of it this way, if you’re willing to go beyond measure, if you’re willing to literally beg your friend to tell you the answer, why can’t you just study instead? How is cheating any different than theft?

My friends keep telling me how cheating is normal because everybody does it. I guess that way, all of us should tell our parents to quit their jobs and start stealing. Would you honestly rather steal money than earn it?

People lie. They make promises they can’t keep. They manipulate and they use it as an excuse to get things done.

Is an honest living that uncommon?

I don’t think it is. I’ve been called an idiot too many times for not cheating but no, I’m a believer and I’m someone who has faith.

I don’t believe in cutting corners and you shouldn’t too.

At the end of the day, if you didn’t stay up all night studying, where’s the fun in graduating at the top of your class?

For me, winning is about the high. Winning is about the moment when you get to tell the audience your story. It’s about your moment. Don’t ruin that moment by cheating because then it’s just NOT your moment anymore. It’s the moment of the person who was sitting in front of you and who told you the answer. Don’t make it his moment.

There’s no high without hard work.

So let’s stop. Let’s stop lying. Let’s stop cheating.

John Snow was right, “When enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything.”

Many called him an idiot for the honesty but then, he was a bastard who became King in the North.

I guess what I’m saying is, have faith in yourself and believe that you can succeed.

Believe that you don’t need deceit or manipulation for it and maybe, just maybe, words will start to mean something again.

Beautiful.

Being a girl is hard. You know, with the monthly visit from aunt flo, the over-priced bras that we need to buy every now and then and yes, the struggle of wearing heels.

I don’t think men understand how hard it is being born with a vagina.

But, this post is not about how I wish my parents would let me go out after dark because we’re not in the 20^th century anymore and let’s just say that ship of being a housewife and calling it a career has sailed.

Women are smart now, they’re taking over the world and they are being given equal chances so what is this post about?

It’s about how not having a thigh gap or how having acne or how not being born with the prettiest eyes matters?

I have spent the afternoon thinking about who gave guys the right to divide us into beautiful and ugly?

Not even guys, for that matter. Girls judge other girls more than guys and you would know that yourself.

The first time I heard the word beautiful, I didn’t know what it meant.

Then when I looked it up, I felt bad because I wasn’t beautiful. That’s what I thought about.

I used to stalk my seniors on facebook and I used to compliment them and think to myself that you will never be beautiful. I used to look in the mirror and I used to be sad because I wanted to be beautiful but I knew I wasn’t.

Then one day I was in a park somewhere and I looked at an old lady who was probably in her late sixties. She was sitting on a bench smiling, looking at her grandchildren playing. That’s when I thought to myself, that “oh my god, that’s beautiful.”

That day I realized that beauty is a perception and it’s not defined even though the dictionary has stupid meaning you can refer to.

That day I went home, looked in the mirror and for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful. Not because my pimples weren’t there anymore or because I had lost weight but simply because I knew that beauty is not about how I look.

It’s funny how people think that the way they look decides If they’re beautiful or not.

I could give you a very stupid example about how my best friend in the whole world doesn’t uses make up at all and the rest of my girlfriends know how to contour and use lipstick but whenever we’re in a room together, she’s still the most beautiful girl.

Others might not feel that, but that’s the truth.

So this post is about how I want you all to stop. Stop thinking about when are you going to fit in that jeans or about when are you going to get rid of that scar on your face.

No lipstick, no clothes can make you beautiful because honey, you already are. 

Teen patti.

Boards are something.
The day you get promoted to class 12th, they start telling you how to spend the next one year of your life.
Some will tell you to deactivate your social profiles. Others will tell you to make a schedule.
Something that most of them will tell you is that this one year is the most important year of your life.

So within 4 hours of being promoted to class 12th, you'll know one thing for sure and that will be that Boards are something crucial for success and you need to work for them.

All year, they'll make the same speeches again. Go over the same lectures multiple times and they will make your life hell. Every now and then, everybody will try to lighten up your mood if they feel sorry for you over worked ass.

Moms will be in the kitchen soaking almonds because someone said that they make kids intelligent. Dads will be checking in on you at night feeling sorry because their kid is up so late and wondering if you have your phone hidden behind the book.
That's what 12th is about.

So many hours of tuition that you can't tell the difference between home and the institute and the occasional career counselling, of course!

Like all of this torture wasn't enough. Schools take money from these stupid entrance coaching institutes for one seminar thinking that their kids might be benefited from them. What they don't know is, those who will listen to these seminars already know what to do with their lives and those who don't know, will probably use it for covering up last night's sleep.

If you're reading this the day I wrote this and you're in 12th, you might be high or drunk or happy but at large relieved because the torture is over.
Boards are over.
You might be feeling like a tornado has come to an end and it is honey, so smile.

There's only one reason I'm writing this post.
It's to tell you don't waste your days thinking about how much you're going to score.
What they forgot to tell you is that Boards are nothing short of Teen patti.
It's not poker so you can't make your luck. It's not bluff so you can't act smart and make your way out. It's open Flash.
Your marks depend on the Examiner's mood more than they depend on how your exam actually went.
They depend on if you're the 12th paper or the 2nd or the 52nd that the examiner is checking.
It's funny how the one thing that makes your career is treated like this in our country.
It happened to me, it happened to my best friends.
People who didn't know shit about the subject topped and people who had the ball in their court suddenly didn't even know how to play.
That is what has been happening and I just want to tell you, it might happen to you too.

Don't lose heart for your luck might just be better than the rest of them.

What I want to tell you is even if it doesn't work out your way, life has a lot to offer. Boards are the easy way out but there is a lot more that matters. Don't forget entrances because that is where hard work ACTUALLY pays off.
Even if you have to settle for a course you didn't plan on doing, I should tell you plans change and it's not the end of the world.
College is going to give you the one thing school never could, Awareness and that my friend is what will take you everywhere. Your life will no longer be restricted to the four walls of your school and home and tuition. Your life is going to so many places that you'll actually miss those four walls.
So forget about 12th because it's over. Turn the pillow and sleep with peace tonight for all you should know is, even if not the 95%, you have earned that least that. 

Chaddu Falls

There's this girl who in my life who I think I sometimes hate, She knows a thing or two about destiny and I think she believes in fate. She's more of an early bird, but the kind who sleeps late at night, She has weird tactics, and when it comes to butts, it's always tight. She's strange in ways that can't be talked about, She's one of the people, once befriended, you won't be able to live without. Good judge of character, and knows a bitch when she sees one, If you hurt her friends, consider your friendship with her to be done. She's the kind of crazy that wears a watch, Sucker for desserts; although I think she hates butterscotch. Chick-flicks are her thing and sometimes I doubt why she's my partner in crime, While she keeps yelling in her voice that makes me cringe, I just wonder why she's mine. When I needed someone to wash my face when I was drunk, Or when I needed someone on Mondays with me to bunk. She's not one of those, who you let go. If she goes somewhere, I promise that I'll follow. The only legal heir, When you need her, she's there. The virgin mother with three kids, Remember if she allows, she also forbids. Happy birthday asshole. No one matches or understands self-obsession like you do.  -L I think the picture says it all. ;)

All this time.

I don’t know how I feel right now. I have so much to say to the world but I’ve come to realize that sometimes, actually there’s never any point in saying anything. Guess why. The answer to my question is that people don’t get it. I fail to understand that even though humans were smart enough to invent machines they’re not smart enough to understand the one thing we all have in common – emotions.

They don’t get it.

I don’t know why but there’s no use of trying and thinking that one day it will all finally make sense because it will not. When you’re a kid, you’ll cry for toys. When you’re a teenager, you will cry for friends. When you’re in your twenties, you will cry for your career. When you’re into thirties, you’ll cry because of some midlife crisis. In old age, you will cry because of loneliness and it will never end.

The crying doesn’t stop and in fact, it never will stop.

So stop thinking that you’ll one day find your happy ending because the fact is, you won’t.

You’ll always keep longing for something that is missing and one day, when you’re on your deathbed, you will realize that all of this has been for nothing, because all that while, when you had the love of your life sitting in front of you, you were thinking about something you didn’t have. M

All that while, when you were drinking coffee at a hill station and the cold breeze was hitting you, you were thinking about how wonderful it would’ve been to have someone you love beside you.

All that while, when your wife served you breakfast in bed, you were thinking about how you don’t want to go to that pathetic job of yours you absolutely hate.

That moment, it will hit you. That all that while when you had the thing to be happy about, you were busy thinking about the one thing that you didn’t have and you will realize that the purpose of living this life that was given to you, was lost somewhere along the middle.

So stop thinking and start doing. Actions are more important than thoughts and as long as you keep thinking, you will miss out on appreciating, which is the only thing that will make life actually beautiful.

I’m sure that I still have a lot to learn before I tell anyone or my readers what life is about but even if I’m Jon Snow and I know nothing, there’s one more thing I have in common with Jon Snow and that thing is that I don’t back out from a fight.

Don’t call me wise and appreciate my post because that won’t do me any good. If you think even slightly that this post was good, just do me a favour and start appreciating what you have because before you know it, it might be lost.

-L

Might💚

If it's 3 am and you're tossing around pillows because you can't stop thinking about that one person who either ruined you or put the pieces together, I feel you.
It's nothing to be ashamed about. We all have been there,done that and at this hour, everybody's craving for the one thing they can't have.
So here's a poem I wrote some time back, which will probably make your tragic night more tragic so my apologies and special thanks to The only legal heir for typing this for me and all of you and to Madam Grover for giving my poem a title.😙😚❤

Melodies that get me by my mundane mornings,
People might leave but memories shall always cling.
Dreamcatchers will not get you through your bad dreams,
But someone might if at 2am,if he is willing to buy you icecream.
Photos might not capture what your heart will,
Stills and instances from the time you spent will leave you numb and still.
This old shirt might loose the lipstick stain that you left behind,
But in case he leaves the cigarettes won't loose the stain that slipped his mind.
Shadows of the memories might trouble you at night,
The truth is sad. You won't move on and he might.
Candles you once lit might melt an die,
And there will be mights when all you can do is cry.

So that's all for tonight, thanks for all the love.❤

The horizon.

Sometimes in life, trying is not the answer.
They tell you that every time you try, you're one step closer to the destination. But just like Science, whatever they say, will always have one exception to the rule.
To be honest, the exception will always be more important than the rule.
The key to success is not trying, it's to know WHEN to stop trying.
Sometimes, fighting makes it harder and giving in to the situation is easier than battling your inner demons. Peace is a hard place to find and when you do find it, being at peace is even harder.

Winning every battle you fight is not necessary to win the war. Winning is not victory. Winning is a medal you wear for 2 hours, victory is the trophy that lives on your front desk forever.

It's like, when you take a test with negative marketing and subjective questions. Why don't you answer the questions you don't know the answers to?
Because losing something that's yours over something that's not going to end well is pointless.
Do the same with relationships.
If you're not sure, don't go for it because the chances of you getting something good out of doubt, are rare and shouldn't be considered.

I'm not even sure if you get what I'm trying to say because nothing makes sense anymore.
Bottomline is, don't waste your time trying to fly to the horizon, because no matter how tempting it is, it was, is and always will be, unachievable.