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

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