Girl With Ink

        The day grew old as I stood at attention. My eyes darting, looking for every possible direction to get out. The darkness was overwhelming making me lose focus. I saw a small slit in the wooden boards which held the shatters together. Light surged through the slit helping me understand where I was.          I turned as the flooring creaked in protest at the shift of weight. I gulped a yelp as the portrait of a old bearded dude regarded me with cold and distant eyes. 'Sup?', I said, not very productive line to initiate conversation but thankfully the guy did not reply. I averted my gaze and looked up. The wooden boards were covered with dried leaves and twigs resulting from the change of season. The orange and brown leaves formed a trapeze obscuring the sky.          I saw a slight movement, a rustle and the pendulum shook slowly. I took two careful and hesitant steps, bracing myself for the worst. The...

       The Me Too movement begun in India after Tunushree Datta accused Nana Patekar of sexually harassing her and since then, the pendulum has kept on swinging. With actresses or common people accusing, actors,directors,producers trying to defend themselves, the accused being trolled on social media, no one could escape from its clutches.       Many renowned names have come up ever since. This also led to a wave of Feminism which has finally hit India. Twitter was flooded with tweets, Instagram users had their stories filled with polls defending or accusing eminent personalities. Lengthy messages on Whatsapp circulated, Pinterest saw creation of several Pins with Feminist quotes, videos of women speaking up went viral on Youtube thus, not leaving any stone unturned to spread awareness for the cause.        The mockery, taunts, insults and embarrassment faced for all these years led to the choking up of emotions, thoug...

     I decided to update my blog and now I'll be posting about literally everything!!!! So, basically I've gotten rid of all the boring and cliche blogs. After identifying that my true potential lies in presenting ideas in a satirical, (funny) manner and writing inspirational blogs, I decided to stick with it and let go of my setbacks. From today, I'll be posting only whatever I like! Also, 'Girl with Ink' has a nice ring to it and many friends too have liked the name. I loved the topic ' The new me!!' and have decided to explore it. Hope ya'll like it.      Many times, we tend to forget ourselves and get lost in the race. We end up choosing subjects, projects and make friends with people who may not be our type and we find ourselves losing the 'me' part. At times we go on pushing ourselves to work or act the way we find it socially desirable. We tend to follow others and try to be like them. All this ends up choking up the 'real me...

      Dreams: Some horribly twisted short stories which at times tend to become nightmares as the story progresses.      My dreams are simply stupid. The other day, I dreamt that I was eating a cheeseburger which for some unfathomable reason turns into my arch rival and I quite happily eat her up practicing cannibalism. (Wow. This must be the first time in human history that cheeseburger, unfathomable and cannibalism is used in a sentence!)          So, as I was saying, my dreams are moderately stupid. Some person who has a degree in dreams (ignore the sarcasm) has said that we tend to dream about the things we thought about while we were going to sleep. I beg to differ milord. I went to sleep thinking about my mobile's ever extincting storage and woke up sweating from head to toe as I dreamt about the Nun standing in my balcony and I swear to god I didn't even open the door of balcony for an entire goddamned week. ...

          About a year Dwayne Johnson made a commercial for iPhone 7 in which he gets all his work done with the help of Siri. Literally he asks her the appointments scheduled, best routes to reach his destination and also about the weight of some ingredient he needed to make celebrity Chef Ludo's dish. Well, I guess that's what people generally keep secretaries for, but by all means why not spend a fortune on some electronic device and substitute a good old fellow of the same species?       The mere fact that AI (artificial intelligence) or technology have attained such accuracy in a few seconds makes us question whether it is better to choose humans over "new" electronic gadgets having the sympathizing quotient as much as a rock has.(No. Not Dwayne Johnson again. The normal rock.) Stopping and asking people for routes is way better than the frustrating electronic voice technology which misunderstands every word and speaks in a heavy acc...

' Ma soeur' means my sister in French. Alas, my French does not happen to be at par so, it could also mean serial killer or a cow. Whatever. Let's assume it means sister and get started.             My cousin sister stays at the other side of the world. That is the US of A. She is funny, vague, hysterical, emotional, bookaholic. In short a lot like me and somewhat like you. So, this fabulous cousin of mine had come for a month or so and left around a month or so. Naturally, whenever she comes it's a party!             The day begun gloomily, as I awoke cursing the Earth for rotating a bit too fast for my taste. Rubbing my eyes, I stifled a yelp as my fingertips came away red and black. Great. Forgot to remove eye liner and eye shadow. Again. After washing my face with the same scrub thrice did the makeup completely go leaving my skin as smooth as a cactus. I poured some milk while I grabbed a newspaper. The headline...

       Every evening I am compelled to take up the task of dragging all my friends on the ground to play. We all differ in caste, age and thoughts but are bound to each other by this very thin yet strong rope of friendship. And yet constantly keep plotting against each other. We played different sports in different seasons. By which I refer to the seasons determined by nature and those by us, humans.         During IPL(Indian Premier League), our hands and wallets are forced to be massaged hoping to bring back the lost strength and money due to constantly lifting the bat, for we bat out of order and practice match fixing with the bowlers in the exchange of several chocolates or packets of chips. Since the IPL takes place every summer, balls are wacked out of the compound in broad daylight thus, ensuring our wallets never regain their original amount.          Monsoon leaves us with clipped toenails and torn shoes...