Update on the blog activity!

Small post!

Okay quick update! So this happened... and I swear I’ve turned off my views or my contribution to views so… thank you!

I love Google and with all due respect, g-plus sucks! When people 1’d it I can never see who did it! It’s too sad! Thank you for the views and comments :D
-Appiqué <3

Appealing

(Warning: you may not like this post. It's weird. Then why am I posting it? Because it's my blog :-P)
Firstly, I always have a strong urge to slap people who say "sub"s"traction" and aKsing!!! How do you read an invisible s or dyslexicize a word! Infinite it is, human stupidity!
On with the topic...
So I was talking to a friend and I've just come to realize that I have this crazy strange desire to get out of the house after midnight.
My city not being highly safe, many girls atleast all my female friends are just like me, not allowed to wander about at night. So now after all the protests (don't worry a post bashing society coming soon as a saga to feminism :-P) we girls have come to terms with the fact that psychos exist and the society fails to correct them or even do anything in that direction so again it's upto us to try to protect ourselves because in the end we'll be at the answering end " tum ne kyu nahi.... Blah blah... Add Unnecessary bullcrap trying to justify that you are a woman... So deal with it."
Back to the topic at hand, sorry for being blatantly honest in my choice of words. Had it worked like teenagers do nowadays I would have embellished it with a few swear words.  But let us maintain our civility.
So I have this crazy desire to go on a drive at night. Drive because it's safer, otherwise bikes over cars!  Nothing beats the wind hitting your face when you vroom about on trafficless highways. I have this desire to go around and explore the nightlife,  not the discs, no loud music and alcohol do not appeal to me(boring?). I mean, the beaches, the roads.. Just the drowsy city and people who enliven it- raat ka chaiwala, the snack/fast food thellas, midnight eateries, etc . It's a wonder how this "midnight" field isn't a booming industry yet given how the number of insomniacs has shot up in the past decade. I want to pack all these yummy items and drive upto a beach. Roll down the windows and eat listening to the shore. Mumbaiya chat or a Frankie, tandoori... Anything zingy! (*whispers* but I can't drive)
And to top it off, the sound of nature's music... Seawaves crashing against the sand is the most divine sound!  Definitely. So soothing. Something about the horizon, it's just enchanting, breathtakingly beautiful! I don't know what or why, I just prefer Sun and sand to snowy hilltops! Collecting conches, waking without shoes and curling the toes to lap them up with moist sand, the salty aroma, the bhutta walas, making sand structures. It's sad to see how people destroy this beauty by littering or urinating in it! Gross!
I was,  am and always will hope to be a beach baby. This country has beautiful beaches like the ones at Goa or Karwar! And being a native of those places makes me even closer to the coast. I personally like the ones at Karwar because it's still a very outlandish location, not famous, not populated, very quiet and peaceful!
And at night,  the beaches are prettier because of the moonlight that bounces off the waves making the water glisten like it is full of diamonds. It's the perfect location for people to go and retrospect,  reflect and just talk to oneself. How often do we really take time off to hear what we are trying to say to ourselves? The night time coupled with the backdrop of a beach is the perfect place to find solace.
My school best friend made me an insomniac. I was never a morning person but I wasn't sure about night study. He'd say " Study at night. It's the best kind of silence. The house is yours. You can hear the clock tick. It's beautiful, the transition of a city from deafening loudness to pin-drop silence. You'll love it."
I sure do. Thanks buddy.
  - Appiqué <3

What does feminism mean to you?

Trying to make a quick post. Lesser proof reading than ever (not like there is any, right? :P)

The dictionary/ Wikipedia define feminism as follows:
“Feminism is a collection of movements and ideologies aimed at defining, establishing, and defending a state of equal political, economic, cultural, and social rights for women. This includes seeking to establish equal opportunities for women in education and employment. A feminist advocates or supports the rights and equality of women.”

I see a whole lot of girls and women ranting about feminism and rights and stuff. Hang on there, woman!

Most of these people say they hate men, question the 21% or 30% reservations, seek for a 50% reservation quota, complain about bras and hold all these protests about the unfair world as they ask women to wax and make sandwiches and shit!

 Let me put one thing straight into your head. Feminism is equality for women. Getting a place in the society where men, women and transgender people can stand shoulder to shoulder, where they are all considered capable and given equal opportunities to try each and every profession without any judgment. That’s feminism; it advocates equality not the “we are better!” attitude.

Women who ask for a quota just slip down on the class scale. Why do you need a quota? If we’re talking about equality, then there’s no quota needed. People should get into fields based on merit, based on who’s more capable and sound-sounding rather than what chromosome one received when one was conceived. And while we’re at it, the quota, then there should be a 33.33% quota for each gender- men, women, trans. Period. No bias. 

Then there’s the no bra thing. Although it was basically done just to give women relief, some women translated it into a movement. Woman, if you don’t want to wear one, just don’t. How difficult is that! It’s not hygienic or healthy for your breasts, but hey if you care so much about comfort, hang loose. Nobody cares! I swear. Guys will probably ogle, even women will initially. Then people will get used to it. What? Now people can’t look? Honestly, I’ve seen girls ogling at men’s butts and tell me frankly, won’t you look at a man randomly roaming about with his shirt/pant off? Tell me??? Everyone is used to monotony, something different does grab attention. People will look, but if someone is being judgmental you don’t need such a loser in your life.

There is this “Go make me a sandwich joke!” Why do you have to take it so personally? Reply with, “Go unclog a commode! Go take the trash out! Oh let’s see how that gets you laid!”
Something equally sexist. IDK, make up shit. And don’t make sandwiches if you don’t want to! For years and years women have stuck to the kitchen. If you hate the generalization, just say no! Look for a guy/partner who believes in halving the house chores. And if you aren’t able to find one: 1. you aren’t looking hard enough. 2. You can live a respectable life, head held high, like an independent woman (FEMINISM).

And as far as waxing is concerned, I’ve gotten myself into several arguments with guys who think it’s a crime for women to not wax but okay for a guy to look like a gorilla- unkempt.

One, kick the butts of such men. Two, don’t wax if you don’t want to. I got through junior college without waxing my arms and a friend would always tell me to. But since he never shaved after me having asked him to, I never took up the wax advice. When the hair became a bother, I did. We Indian girls, we don’t wax till around 9^th grade. So does hair magically appear when we reach age 14? No, it’s there when we hit puberty, but suddenly we become a little conscious of ourselves, of our appearance and we start with it. But if it’s painful, if you believe you are waiting for someone who goes past physical appearance, then don’t! But don’t pay heed to the society as they are going to talk (people don’t have much work, you see!) and don’t find it necessary to ever justify why you didn’t! You don’t owe an explanation to anybody but yourself! Do you see guys explaining the puke inducing forest peeping out of the shirt or the beard! No! So don’t!

Feminism is when you accept the fact that there are differences between the men and women . One is a physically stronger gender according to the textbooks and biologically but the other gives a living proof of being capable of surviving some inhuman levels of pain during parturation a.k.a baby delivery. One has been on the top since the time we knew but the other doesn’t need that. All it needs is to climb up to where that acme is and hold hands with the leader and say, let’s rule together. There wouldn’t be men without women and women without men.

It’s a never ending war with absolutely no solution but complete and utter time waste, this XX v/s XY fight! You’ve truly matured when you see the society is big enough to accommodate XX,XY,XXY! You’ve just got to give it one shot. So are you really a feminist or are you a real feminist?

 - Appiqué <3

  

My corner

This wasn't supposed to be a post post or a boast post but I really wanted to share this.

One thing's for sure: anybody having an impression about me being the intellectual kinds is in for a surprise. Don't say I didn't warn you, I told you I'd read a chick flick/Rom com over fictitious bull anyday.

Not that romcoms aren't fictitious or that I lack imagination. Just that it's easier to imagine a nerd falling for a jock and her for him rather than "magic ",wizardry, robo-fictions, sci-fis... You get the hang.

Not that I'm looking down upon or compelling people to look at them with contempt, I'm just trying to put it out there that Rom com readers are readers as well, so don't judge.

This is my little corner. Every girl visiting me says it's cute :-P . Every guy rolls his eyes. Predictable.
The wall is not pink, inclining more toward a mauve -purplish shade. There are a few toys that I managed to hide from my mum's hands and eyes; she btw was planning to give them away to my cousins or wherever she found kids as she did with all the other toys I used to own once upon a time.

The dog, has no nose giving you a fair idea of how full of fury I was even as a kid, violent though on the surface and to everyone I'm always this peaceful young kid. Back then, this dog was the "thang", you had to have it! The penguin justifying my pingu obsession- a cartoon(clay) on pogo. The bunny, oh come on, it's just toooo adorbs! 
The two barbies whose hair(s) have been through some 3rd degree of torture as I tried sketchpens on them,  shampoos and hairsprays :-/ despicable me!
And cars! Those are my granpas. He was an automobile engineer. Somehow I feel deeply connected to him. Never got to meet him/see him as he died when dad was in his teens. But people say I look like him, so we cool granpoppy!!!
That's the uppermost storey.

The bottommost one has a doctor doctor kit. I guess that's Asian parenting. Will throw your dolls, will keep doctor set/mechanix,  get it?
There is a small wrought iron table chair set, it's so pretty.  As a kid I'd dream of a house with a garden where I would keep such a set. Now seeing the way I keep my room, I think a garden is too much to deal with :-P.
A fairy with discolored dress or rather yellowed white dress. She was given to me by my best friend. This came instead of an apology. We had a fight. As kids whenever we fought, mum would somehow get me to be the bigger person,  to apologize or take the smaller seat or whatever. But when this happened, neither of us spoke. One day she showed up with this.  I guess this was her friendship to me. There was never any apology or even acceptance/acknowledgment of the fact that something was wrong. A gift could set things straight, right? Uhm sadly, not for me, not now atleast.
Moving on to the little wooden man, he had a partner. He fell out I guess (wink) sorry lame. They were both men, no women/female doll. Hence never differentiate.
A shoe pair (canvas) I had just begun painting a year back.
And a major part of my growing up/schooling. Tinkle comics. I had around 200 of them. How wouldn't I? Aunts, cousins and relatives' hand me downs, weekly subscription, random stall buying! I loved them! It helped me with creative thinking .
Very creative (lol).

The middle storey, it started and grew only after 10th grade! My babies- my books! All fictitious love stories. Either they are mainstream rom-coms or fiction ending in a small love story.
Meg Cabot is like half of it. It started with Avalon high, that the same friend of mine gifted. She said the cover is pretty. As I mentioned I used to pretty much hate reading, except for Eva Ibbotson's books (3 only I had read). Then Avalon high changed my read life! :'p!
Avalon high, you didn't ask though, is a book about how this girl discovers everything in her new school resembles king Arthur's life and just when she begins to believe her boyfriend is the reincarnation of king A., she figures she was wrong all along and that she is him. It was cool! Too cool :-P and I know this is fiction but come on, the description of the guy is just so amazing!
Then I began on this unstoppable spree of buying all Meg books except what she is truly known for,  the Princess diaries. I somehow didn't and still don't want to read it, I've surpassed that age. Then came Alyson Noel,  Sarah Dessen, Chetan Bhagat, Anuja Chauhan! I can now proudly say that in the vacations I've had after 10th grade, I've successfully completed 57 novels <3! Lol! Like that's huge! I know there are voracious readers,  but hey, be kind. It's a start, am atleast starting somewhere. And who is competing anyway! Am doing it all for the amazing experience and the world that they take me into! I still am in the hangover of a book named " just listen " . Finished it last night!
Don't count the no. of books on the rack. They could be deceiving. I'm yet to read 5 of those and 10 books of mine my mum has dhapo-fied! :'(

So that's all! My little corner!
Ok bye :-P

  - Appiqué <3

PS: Small note:

Just do me this little favor.
I don't mind you being brutally honest but if you don't or you do like an article I write, write it in the comments section.

You have no idea how happy that'll make me, even if it's weird, even if you think the article sucks, just let me know there. And if there is an article that you really like like, that you think is either well written or share worthy then share it on Facebook.
You don't have to if you don't think it's worth. But if you do, then share it on fb.

Unless ofcourse this blog is repulsive to you :-P

People have been kind enough to read and appreciate but I'd like to see them do that in the comments
1. Because that's the soul purpose of that section
2. I can read and review those at even later in life.

Thanks for reading this stupid note, and putting up with all the stupidity on this blog :-P but hey, crazy is cool :-P

-Appiqué<3

The DOCTOR game, powered by Gooogle :-P

Hello Appickles! What is up?
I got an internship! Yayy! Yes? Yes? No. Just no.
Hospital internships were supposed to be a part of our syllabus but now aren't. So my college group decided to get one and here we are wondering why? Though a lot of wonderful things we have seen, but just having figured how non functional the management is and how sad it is to be a patient in the country has taken away the remnants of the innocence chromosome from our DNA, I swear. Corporate politics, no no no, strict no.
But, but we all have also partly lived our dream of wanting to be a doctor by  observing surgeries standing inside an OT, seeing how multi-crore machines work and breakdown, by roaming about in the ICCU and ICU and departments that have given a call about non functional equipments! I heart heart biology!
So that day we were in the OT watching a neurosurgery and tumor removal and the smell of cautery,  so pungent so in your face, just made us all nauseous. It is so freaking strong. Having a wholesome lunch post that surgery was such a task. I couldn't get it's taste out of my mouth. Happens to you? Please say yes. When you smell something that is soooo strong, strong raised to the power of 100, so strong that you almost believe you can taste it? Like passing by a garbage can... You can taste the banana peels and puke and the bile rises up. .
Three days down and cautery is one constant taste in my mouth, not leaving it like a stubborn relative. It's there no matter how many times I brush, use mouth washes, tongue cleaner, eat something that's extra spicy, extra sweet, no no no!
Also all this running around, trains, metro, rickshaw catching, walking and the innumerable hours of standing while observation rounds are on have taken a toll on my health as well. The Mumbai heat (rains are apparently playing hide and seek with us, their turn to hide seeming long enough to be labelled as infinity) coupled with all the chicken and egg and sea food dishes I've had in the past few days have resulted in many ulcers and boils :'(
So what do you do when an troupe of ulcerinas show up in your mouth suddenly? I googled. And google, as much as I love it and am continually fascinated by it,  sometimes symptom checking could scare the shit out of me.
How normal people google symptoms:
- Type cold and sore throat
- Let's see, priority low... Uhm ok normal flu. I guess I'll just sleep over it and we'll see a doctor if this worsens or persists.
How I google symptoms:
  - ulcers
  - related searches: ulcer outbreak click
  - search results: 150 diseases with ulcer outbreak: ulcers, canker sores, depression, herpes, cancer, death..
  - does my ulcer have a red circle with white interior -yes
  - do I have sore throat: uhm come to think of it, I do feel a little sore.
  - fever: lets see. .. Oh shoot, I feel warm! (starts getting nervous)
  - stomach flu? Oh shit, yes. . Ouch see my stomach hurts
  - numbness: uhm I slept on my left hand yesterday and it did get real numb.
  - do you have anaemia? Yes
  - do you have high wbc count? I might have it
  - do you feel nauseous: YES!
  - do you feel dizzy: letters are blurring out! My head is spinning
  - * breakdown begins*
  - * sobbing begins*
  - Mummmmmmmm * yells* I think I might have cancer!
 
Well yeh, that's pretty much how I google symptoms and results . I enter 2 clauses and come out witha handful of fatal diseases, because hello, what's the guarantee? :'(
My doctor calls me nuts and I don't see a reason why he shouldn't. The last 2 times I visited him, I asked if I had cancer or diabetes or was dying!
Am majorly hypochondriac in some cases and in some health issues, I just go " meh"
But google doctor is dayumn scary! Had the world worked that way we'd all be dead,  popping self prescribed or random stranger prescribed disastrous pills. You know you have those people on yahoo answers giving you names of drugs! Man!!! Taking such advices is living dangerously in the true sense!
Do you do this too? Let me know.
Sorry for not having posted for a long time (as if you care :-P) . I guess exams just sucked all the creativity out of me! I had been topicless for a looong period. I recently just came up with 7-8 topics!
I know I know the writing's awkward. Give it some time, I'll try bouncing back!
Till then happy holidays fellow engineering pals! :-P
  - Appiqué <3

Having a best friend:

( Very quick, very spontaneous, very brainless... Don't judge, no proof reading done. Sorry. Kbye)

Having a best friend means having a person with whom your comfort zone expands to a plot of several acres, but only a best friend knows that even though humongously huge, the plot is finite in size nonetheless. They know their boundaries. They know what can push you into a shell, a dark place so they will never do things to put you there. And once you love someone to that extent you don't have to be super conscious as to if you accidentally say something wrong. You can't. You just can't.

Having said that your best friend will always make things awkward, joke about you, pull your leg but nothing offensive. They'll probably give you an obvious nudge infront of your crush, keep a folder called "embarrassing pics. Blackmail.com" and give you the weirdest presents like undies or bra on your birthday!

Your best friend knows you at the back of their hand. They know each and every detail about you. And they haven't acquired it using stalkerish skills. You  have entrusted them with so much of info about you that they are like your 80gB backup hard drives.

They don't judge, whether it's that mountain sized pimple bang in the middle of your face or your facial peach fuzz or those days when it looks like your body hasn't come even an inch close to wax or some blade. Simply put, if you walk into the auditions of king Kong part 7, they will without a doubt give you the lead part. No silly not the girl in that gorilla's hand but the gorilla himself.

They don't have to like what you do but they know what you like and you know theirs. Best friends aren't supposed to be clones, you don't have to find someone who likes the same color, actor, movie,  etcetera.
You can keep opinions that are poles apart, take fun shots and joke about each other's likings without hurting each other and have a ball!!!

They have seen your ugliest pics and still want to be with you.
You are the dirtiest version of what you have ever been but they want to be with you.

You sometimes don't contact them for a looong looong time but one call and they are your doorstep with an ear as huge as an elephant's to listen to what you have kept locked in for such a long time.

You don't have to go shop with them, spend all your waking time with them, talk to them daily,  talk about them or remind them of your existence. They know how you are and most importantly, they are there. Through whatever medium it is, they will always support you when you are right and when you deserve the  support. If they support you when you are on the absolute worst and shittiest track then they are not best friends or even friends.

Best friends are your private property. Your very own personal treasure or asset of some kind. You absolutely "hate" when someone calls them best friend. No.
They are just yours to keep. You'll probably smile politely because chances are you haven't been friends for as long as that self proclaimed best friend has been but you know they love you and you boil inside but conceal it all, sometimes even try to act welcoming because you just love them so much.
Sadly a=b b=c hence a=c doesn't work in most cases.

Best friends  have nothing to be afraid of. They don't have to think of things like," what if I tell her I don't support this and she gets so mad that she leaves?" No. They will sit you down and tell you like it is. Sometimes it'll be followed by a slaaaaaaaaam slap across your face or a butt kick. But it's allowed. They're allowed.
You will find yourself saying... Idk why she does this, I mean you are allowed, with you it's ok but not her. And you don't have an explanation for this biased treatment.

They are some sexy people,  best friends.
  - Appiqué <3