Mystique-Bad boy image attraction

((Okay old one with some new points.

I really wanted to post something. So this.

Also an apology for disappearing with some cute surprises (seriously?) coming up. So stay tuned.

Shut up already!?!?
Ok here goes ))

Hey girly.
No, don't worry it isn't a post just for women. Guys can sit back and read too. And enjoy as we girls, open up to the world and tell them we are guilty, guilty as hell.
And also watch as I seemingly transform into a hypocrite as I go against my own post titled " Nice Guys ".
Now I say seemingly because I believe and mean every word of what I said in the nice guys post. But sometimes, we also tend to falter and start walking in the wrong direction... But most of us are sensible enough to turn before crossing half the distance in that forbidden lane.

As much as we refuse that we don't do this, there is a point in every nice, decent, sober girl's life where she falls for some guy who isn't nice. Fall could also mean a temporary and very tiny crush, but enough to spark a small fire in the heart.

Girls, you know what I'm talking about. You know those seemingly dark guys. Not complexion, personality. They have something extremely mysterious about them. A deep past or a completely weird secret but something that acts as a magnet and pulls you towards them.

All your life your mum's been telling you," drinking is bad. Smoking is bad. Sex is a sin. Abusive words take you to hell." You might deny but you judge others when they do all this. But suddenly this guy does it and it is okay. You are ready to forget his extra long list of past girlfriends, his encounters with women, those moments you catch him flirting with other women as long as he is ready to commit to you.

For " good" girls , this guy is sort of a reward guinea pig. You take it in your hands to repair him, only if you knew better.
One, you fall for a person, you fall for what they have to offer. Then you can't go about thinking that you'd change them. That's wrong. Probably one or two wrong habits, but depends on your and the world's definition of wrong. Two... If only you knew he likes looking broken and he is not. And even if this possibility is doing rounds in your head, you still dive in, with everything you have worth offering.

Now some guys are genuinely dark but nice on the inside. But most of these live in novels.

There are so many "bad" boys that try to incorporate the "bad" boy image just to become a chick magnet. Now these are guys that seem stand-off-ish and dark to the world but say nice things to you often, offer to carry your books around if you are hurt, help you out at times and do a lot of sugar talking. A lot. A hell lot. Everyone warns you to keep safe distance from this guy and before you know it,  you may deny all you want... But you fall for him and all his cheesy-ness. Those cheeky pick-up lines start pushing your heart to do a somersault and you come to a point where you can absolutely not stop talking to him. He becomes your daily cuppa coffee, you need that Gm and Gn. And he'll go to heights to tell you how much of efforts he is putting into the "secret" relation of yours. Secret as he keeps expressing his love unabashedly and you deny to save face.

And then you crash as you see him with someone else... A cousin/an ex/ a gf/ a just-a-friend/ an acquaintance and they are just communicating with too much of physical contact with faces barely allowing an atom of oxygen to pass by.
He refuses to acknowledge you in front of his friends, infront of the chick you caught him with. He calls you "just a friend" to cover.

You denied all you could and now you break. Shatter into tiny pieces. Like a glass vase. And you can't tell anybody because you denied it all. People will be bad at sympathizing. Infact most of it would sound like," Ha, I told you so. He's a Casanova."
And nobody wants to hear that when they are about to breakdown.

Identification tip: A bad boy is an "asshole" not a "douche" in today's terminology. He is rude to some,  he comes off as standoff-ish or arrogant not downright wannabeish or annoying. If he's annoying he is not your "bad" boy.  If his messages make you go "Ugh it's you, again.. Why don't you take a hint and buzz off" instead of "Omg why is he messaging :-o *hyperventilating*" followed by a skip in the heartbeat.. Then he isn't your bad boy.

Bad boy attraction isn't wrong. But all you need to do is be careful. Sometimes they take you to a stage where it is beyond repair. Sometimes you find out before anything really develops. It's how good you are at holding yourself,  at being uptight. If you cling to any kind of support you get like a desperate person, then Lord save you!

These guys are the reasons why nice guys start believing that you need to be a jerk to get a girl. But trust me, if she's sensible, she's going to come straight to you after coming back to her senses, which is a good thing because now that she knows, her choice will be someone who's more permanent, someone that actually seems to have a heart and blood flowing through his veins rather than a venomous leech that would not only suck the life out of you but also leave you bitter and sore enough to not trust anyone, build a cage that only nice guys would not fear tearing down.  All the shallowness would be gone.

The overall If i knew how and what it was then I wouldn't be jealous teaches you a lot about yourself, but at the cost of an ensuing depressing period .

Nice guys will be nice guys. You can't replace them. And you absolutely can not "not love" them.

Cute Little things :)

So I've mentioned I live on YouTube. Like live there all the time.
You just saw a video, I've seen it ages/mins/seconds before you, but I have....My addiction is that bad. :(
I go off whatsapp and Facebook, I don't have any other social media that I'm hooked onto except this crazy site that eats most of my time :(
Today I was contemplating writing "following Ryan Higa for 7 years" in my resume :(

It's way past redemption.

A few months ago, Natalie Tran aka Community Channel liked a comment of mine and all I did that day was smile like a retard. I'm  shoulder deep in love with YouTube and YouTubers. So when something like this happens, my brain pops out of the cranium and does a tap dance for hours :D

Yea so this happened :)

So +monstershanu might never bump across this. But thank you for making my day :D

And though his videos have far more subscribers than this blog (where it's just me), I'd really want him, Dexter Lab Productions and Kanan Gill to go onto becoming India's top YouTubers...and replace what YouTube in India is known for...recaps of sab tv serials and promos of movies :/

Until the next time, see you from cloud 9,

(not 13, way past teen but  ridiculously addicted to YouTube)

-Appique<3

Annoying people on social media

Segregation post...
:-D

You know what that means!!! Yes, a post as long as Rapunzel's hair. So run now, I've done my bit of warning you.

So for the prologue, I am a big FB addict. I love scrolling through newsfeeds; I like the FB messenger, the stickers. But of late, I don't post much, I don't know why but I just don't.


So one day I was peacefully scrolling past some newsfeeds (btw FB gives me all the news faster (though not 100% accurate) than the news channels…:-P) and I just saw so many annoying posts. I was flabbergasted to see such a giantnormous amount of annoying people in my friend list. Maybe I am one to them. But then I thought maybe I should write a post to define various irritating people we often stumble upon while we're logged in. i.e. into any social media site. So here goes... Nothing.


1. HASHTAG IGNORANTS:
Now these people require formal training and need to be punished for using hashtags without knowing their purpose. Hashtags just basically help us see all posts under a common head, head that is the text following # symbol. But apparently people have begun using it without any knowledge whatsoever about it, cause it's the new cool yo! The hashtags are more like #osm! Now how and why would someone search for a hashtag "osm"! There is no word limit for statuses on FB unlike Twitter. So why, like why would you do this? :'(
Secondly, these people with #throwback. When I'm even a bit confused about the meaning of a word, I use a dictionary or Google. Do you know what it means? It means anything to remind us of the past, like childhood stuff for teens or you know decent past... last month, last year sorts. But people nowadays click a picture on Monday and post it on Wednesday with the hashtag throwback. :|
Why? Just why? Throwback does mean past but not supremely recent past.













2. LIFEBOOK:
For these, social media is the stage and their life is a masala packed theatrical. Everything they do from waking up, being in a relationship, fights with the significant other, break ups, eating, pooping, bathing, not taking a shower for weeks.... Everything goes on facebook, instagram, twitter, snapchat. Like everyone is just so jobless as to leave everything and log onto FB at 10 pm and read about your melodramatic life.






3. THE OVER SHARER:
We get it. That shit is hilarious. But I've already liked those pages and I receive those posts too in my newsfeeds. You don't have to share it again. At least not every- single- picture:|




4. THE SHIT TAGGER:
These are probably new to the world or social media especially FB or just living in bubble. They will add pictures of qualities, emo quotes, good morning/afternoon/ night/ evening/ month/ year and tag you in it or a selfie of themselves sporting a very rastachaap ganji and rastachappier "gooogals" (major pun intended) and they will tag you in it with the subtitle -" hey guys this is me. How do I look?” Stupid, that's exactly what you look like!




5. GAME REQUEST CLANS:
First farmville, criminal case, candy crush and now farmheros saga and quiz up. If I get around 5 notifications per day, 6 out of 5 are game requests. You know how that feels right? You log into FB, you see a red 1 square on the earth sign and you are so exited! Who's it going to be? Crush liking your picture or likes on a very intellectual status??? None... it's just plain bullcrap. Tons of game requests and nothing else! Listen up you gamer. I don't care who you are, but I will find you and punch you in your delicate zones to make sure you don’t ever procreate. Also I don't care about lending you a virtual life but I sure will take away your real one if one more request appears in my noti-box.








6. THE CHORS:
"Give due credit"- said no one ever. Fame hungry monsters... First of all you repeat our answers loudly in class and earn brownie points with teachers and now this! Our statuses? At least give the author of it some recognition. These people grow up to become famous plagiarists.




7. THE WTFs: NONSENSE
What they write, what they do... Only they understand. “I tell cow you rain farming is no soil" .... Something of this sort:|
I request you to sit with someone who knows at least one language properly and ask them to help you out. Or your creative genius statuses might just be lost to the universe because none of us are adept at understanding your high level content.









8. THE FRANDSHEEPERS:
Desperate friends on your list that like pages full of kinkiness. You'll know them when you see a very pornographicish picture of a woman appearing in the newsfeeds because your friend liked it. Also people who just randomly message people..." will you do freandshep with me?" No. Just no! I'll block you, that's exactly what I will do. Girls, check your “others” folder ASAP on facebook to discover a world of unseen messages of the afore mentioned kind that you have never seen before.






9. THE STALKATHONERS
Basic level stalking, I admit, all of us do. Come on, be a sport and accept it. But these people, they know when you have liked a comment on some random FB page. And you are just dumbfounded at their ability to locate / trace your activities, even though you have tightened up your security settings and even though you have partially blocked them. :-o
What kind of sorcery is this?




10. THE STATUS POOPERS:
These people are too cool according to their own opinion. They will go around pooping on every status you or any of your mutual friends put. He's a subtle hater but more of an attention whore. Sabotaging your status and gaining likes on his really childish comment is what he wants. Sometimes though, girls will lose their cool and block these crappy mouthed humans! Also special mentions to the recent group of people added to this sect- the old-diggers. They stalk a friend preferably because no one, I repeat, no one else has the patience to deal with that kind of crap and they will scan your timeline for anything they find even a tiny bit off. It could be a word that you have misspelled or an old photo and they will add a completely non-funny image or a very over used saying like “k” “YOLO” “Sweg, lel” and tag people belonging to the same species to come and join them in their monkey see-monkey do business. They will sabotage your newsfeeds with only one person’s profile in just a day’s time and embarrass the shit out of that person for things he did in his innocent past. Also they would scare the crap out of regular FB users or potential next victims making them delete evidences from the past and creating a fake perfect profile. Killing innocence and memories like a sad-ass-got no life-junkie!




That's all for now! So I apologize for not being funny or making you even giggle!
Sowwieee
Byeee :-D
- Appiqué<3

Random post that will inspire you to kill some valuable time!

You know how there are these crazy gorgeous bathrooms designs they post nowadays on architecture or beauty related pages on facebook! What is that? I mean who in their right minds would want a bath/toilet that looks like THAT! It’s f-ing amaiiizing, but really?! I can literally not take a dump in those toilets even if I’m on my chronic diarrhea mode. Those toilets are sooo not made for pooping…gold plated “thrones”, marble ones with embossed designs and some have their suspenders flush mounted! Like woooahhhh!

And then the rooms! Really? That clean?
My mum/dad cleans up the mess in my room at times, then I enter and like tazz from looney toons, I convert my room into a place that has seen a hurricane seconds ago! They’ve those pretty frames and collages, the extra gorgeous wall papers with some stencil print! How can you sleep in a room that looks untouched like that? It creeps me out! The room is color coordinated to perfection. I mean what happens if someone spills something on the sheets? What do you? You buy back-up sheets of the same kind?  It's so amazing and frustrating all at once, you want such a room but you know you sure as hell don't deserve one! How can You sit comfortably in one? and also would you suit the room :'P ...? It's the same feeling I get when I pass through the Home section at central/lifestyle/hypercity! The beds, bed covers and the furniture just fit so well! And then you just want to buy everything your eyes land on!

All those room décor tutorials on YouTube freak me out! My best friend’s like that! She decorates her room like a pro- interior decorator! What’s even more annoying is she keeps it clean and then minions like me have to hear the bitter consequences of living like a swine from our parents! My Best friend is a living example of beauty-vlogger-type-life. She dresses up well, keeps things pretty and then earns brownie points on mum scales! I hate you, if you’re reading! :*

I had this crazy urge to just post this random little thing because I’m kind of procrastinating here and not getting back to my books and wasting time on such decor videos and pictures... 

Why do exams have to suck this bad? 

Also it’s been so long since I’ve posted and I'm sorry blog :'(

I kinda posted a video on Diwali because i was soooo annoyed but then I removed the post because I chickened out :P

Also it's not like I'm not writing anymore, I am but I am a little skeptical about the content.

My writer app is over-flowing with topic names with bullets of ideas but incomplete content! I’ll get back to posting soon (like you care…do you?), but till then please miss me:P or act like that, will ya!

Sending giantnormous amounts of love that will scare the shit out you out this Halloween,

-Appiqué<3

Diwali greetings

Hey Appicakes,
Long time no read?!

Sorry for disappearing, but the last year of engineering here in Mumbai is painful and so is the beautiful Diwali festival for me and the fellow residents in my area who are suffering because this dude decided to burst the loudest and the most polluting crackers in town!
Senior citizens, some people suffering from dengue, new born babies, kids having exams( engineering kids) and this guy decides to turn on his bitch mode and turn off the sensitivity switch!

Sorry for that. A video note, hoping pictures (in motion) would speak louder than a 1000 words. Wish you a beautiful and happy Diwali! Make rangolis and distribute sweets, snacks and smiles. Donate to some charity and also shop for yourself. Meet friends and family.....but do not for heaven sake go this wild and crazy. Teach your kids to not pollute and try to have a clean, non-wasteful yet amazing Diwali!

Will see you next time with something better. Till then be safe and kick such uncles in their shins(or....)!
(PS: here is a pic of the movable rangoli I made (show off :P),not that great but at least now I don't have to keep on redoing it when guests walk over it! To pre-order for next Diwali, call 1800-No-Sorry-JK. Also I am planning on patenting it :P)

Love,
Appiqué<3

Safe over sorry.

Real small post.

My mom handed over her helmet to me today. As I was walking very aimlessly towards my house wearing it, I remembered what my dad said. "Helmets are so uncomfortable, you can't blame people for not wanting to wear them. You can make safety gear but you shouldn't force it upon people. It's a choice."

My dad is a law abiding citizen who uses helmets and safety belts,but that doesn't stop him from expressing how irritating it is to use those. Normally I would argue but this time I kept mum.

Now as I walking with it perched on top of my head I had this crazy urge to test it. So I did.

I purposely banged my head into walls, hit my head with my bare hands, palm, objects like a bottle. Oh my God! I know this is seriously stupid but I realized how sturdy they are. For minor falls, they can easily absorb the shocks and not let it translate to your skull. As far as major accidents are concerned, they can help reduce the effect. I mean you might already break a bone in the hand or leg, why would you want skull cracks to accrue.

They really help, all the safety gears. They're made for a reason. And for us our lives may not be a matter of concern. But there is atleast one person out there who cares about you and is dependent on you, emotionally, financially or in other ways.

If you can, you should try to use all that's available, all sorts  and means of protection.  Yes, accidents will happen; even if you are cautious and vigilant, you never know who on the road might screw up. So why not use what's available.

It's in our nature to critique and criticize everything. Whether you are Hitler or Gandhi, "haters are gonna hate!"
But it's time we mellow down and see the good in stuff. Helmets help. Good helmets.

And though you might look weird with one or feel uncomfortable, I guess it's better than how one would look with scars that'd last a life time and permanent disabilities.

-Appiqué <3

Sitaron ka dosh (the desi B'wood version of tfios)

Hello! Long time no read?

A quick one. (courtesy my friend who whatsapp-ed the image and made her irritation apparent)

My friend sent an image of Bollywood wanting to "remake" or "draw inspiration"(#IfYouKnowWhatIMean)  from the famous and superhit movie "The fault in our stars" ... Okay??? Okay :'( .

And while I haven't seen the movie, I've known about the book for quite some time now... Youtube love!
So she sent it, saying," Noooooooo :'(!"

And as you know my imagination knows no bounds, like if my imagination were a guy hitting on a girl, it would probably deserve the appellation "Johnny Bravo!"

So this is how it would go.


" Sitaron ka dosh - a journey from manggglik to mngalsootr"


{{If you agree, then let me know and when I sell off the rights for the movie and earn a million dollars, I'll make sure I invite you to the partayyy!
If you don't, how banal! Bleh}}


So the star cast would be, obviously,Deeepicka and Ran-beeer... B, not V, mind you!
Obvious because of their latest gig in YJHD.

So the movie starts off with her fainting and her mum and aunts going on to believe that she is pregnant. Dun dun dunnnnn


But how? She's the ideal girl, never had a boyfriend, always had her nose in books... How and when? Cut to the camera doing pirouettes whilst capturing the appalling looks on the faces of the chachis and the "you- dishonored -us" one on the faces of the Mards.

Then this little oversmart lad ( made completely obvious by the presence of grandfather spectacles on his nose that he keeps pushing upword because even after 10 years of being bespectacled, he hasn't yet gotten the hang of being a chashmish) points out that it may just turn out to be something else and they need to get her evaluated and just because he looks like a very off-Linking road- prototype of Harry puttar, they consider calling the doctor home, because obviously the Bollywood doctors give you the cash-on-delivery service.

So the doctor says, "There is no need to worry, she's not pregnant I've given her an injection (no one knows which miraculous injection this is, but believe you me, it is 100% effective! ) , but I have to run some preliminary tests and I will do that by using my futuristic stethoscope which diagnoses everything from stomach aches to AIDS, but there is a time lag , so the reports would reach after a week when this would exacerbate/ameliorate her conditions depending on which time slot of the movie this scene occurs in and if she does not wake up after a span of 24 hours then she's in coma. Yeah k,bye!
Smug doc leaves saying the family can repay him in dua(prayers) .

Next up her health deteriorates faster than the quality of food offered by fastfood joints and starts coughing blood and until the holy stethoscope speaks, " She has cancer! Will die soon" :-o
Now instead of acting like mature adults and trying to help her get through the rest of the phase peacefully and fulfilling her wishes people sob and cry, bang palms on their chests and make her feel like they hold a shoksabah (funeral) for her everyday. It's as if she is already dead." Han, then we'll go to Disney land... Oh but (sob) you.... Will die :'( :'( "

Finally Deeps decides to take a stroll in the supermarket, ends up meeting this ex classmate of hers who is hella dope and is overflowing with swag. She invites her to a Phorein tooar(tour) . Deeps asks mummy. Mummy says," Chup karke padh, atleast get doctor degree so we can remember you like that" .
Unable to take any more of this insensitive bullcrap, which is their way of showing how empathic they are, she decides to abscond.

Now here is something my momma should learn, she packs for a 2 week long trip and that totals to just one backpack. Momma why you do this, we go to our native place for a day and you call the movers and packers.  If she could have her way, she would do the nitrogen balloon trick used in UP to ensure she packs the entire house or even better locality.

So deeps meets these swagwati people and ranbus and they go on this exciting journey where hey, money is not an issue.

They start off in a train and then reach Bollywood's idea of Romance... SWISS. Point to be noted, we never even get tatkaal seats verified, these movie peeps are ridiculously lucky!

There she roams about in shorts and mini dresses and forgets all about her illness and taking a little care about her body but the body is okay... Okay? Okay.

She falls for smug glib overly enthusiastic, delusional-ly optimistic ranbu... Who also... Tring tring tring. . That's right is terminally ill. They fall in love and change costumes so many times that you doubt the ludicrous capacity and volume of their backpacks and/or infinitely loaded credit cards!

Then they both get real sick and decide to come back and break the news that they love each other. The twist.. Are you ready? They belong to families that cannot stand each other and there is a good chance the dads' would get them slaughtered if they found out. But hey, emotional blackmail... Last wish papa, plej???
Okay? Okay.

They all decide to let them go on with this courtship because they are going to die anyway. But....
The smugass Doc also known as sudden Santa drops by just like that. He's so jobless that he puts all the fresh graduates to shame. So he uses his updated version 7.0 stethoscope to reveal that both of them without any chemo and just because of love and prayers have managed to get rid of their illness.

The duo gets super ecstatic and starts planning the marriage but the family has other plans. Apparently it's not conspicuous enough for them, the fact that love heals all... It's like a very "Meh" event for them- we deal with 100 miracles on a daily basis.

So they decide to not let them date anymore.

Cut to scenes where they lock them and torment them.
:'(

The duo decides to slip away "Lets elope jaanu, nobody gives a shit about us! Okay?" "Okay."

But right before they do, they display how cultured they are in a scene where they go to their dads and touch their feet asking for approval. But the dads are like, " Bullet or kerosene?" :-O

Run, bae run!!!!!

Finally they run and reach this secluded place like a fort where they both start talking about this event that took place during their first birthday. The pundits predicted that their stars weren't aligned well and they laugh and take out their kundaalis. When they start laughing about how screwed up their life is, they notice that their stars align if they join their incomplete kundaalis. And they can just go somewhere and start afresh because no, their parents haven't sent goons after them, basically nobody cares but they interpret the kundaalis-matching as a sign of time for their union. No, not by consummating their relationship. But by shooting each other.

And they do it.
The end.

Unless you want a version where their characters are reincarnated...

I'll spare you the horror of having to read past another tiring and ridiculous story though :-P
(pssssss... Am sorry :-P)

-Appiqué <3