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.