‘NGL’ babe, you look kinda lame, 
I don’t think you’re supposed to dress this way 
One thing goes here, that thing goes there
Be like me, if you wanna look ’cute’, dear!

(I feel freer in my weird outfits
I don’t dress up to be called a ’chick’
Fuck, I’m glorious in being insane
And not being called ’kinda lame’)

Come honey, let’s teach you to be pretty 
What’s the use of being witty, if you aren’t pretty!
Let me just change a thing or two
I’ll fix you up- as good as new!

(I’d rather you teach me how to wear joy
 But you’d rather make me a doll, to make me a toy)
Okay,
I’d rather be ’kinda lame’, than be ’fuckin’ same’

p.s. Okay so i wrote this in April, when, for some reason, it was really irrelevant, but i recently recalled this poem when it somehow turned relevant. well we know, no one makes fun of my baby bangs...🙂

i was weirded out by the fact that i wrote ’ngl’ though...

also, i found a super cute unicorn outfit for me online, and i was tempted by that to post this poem… yes, i’m getting that unicorn outfit🙃

Okay so I have a feeling that you guys are soon going to get annoyed by the fact that I’m turning a feminism blog into a blog where I blabber about the dogs in my neighbourhood (I call them ‘The Wannabes’, there’s a whole another story behind that). But I have to…

Well, a super interesting (and mortifying!) thing happened. Day before yesterday, a white bitch escaped somehow from her owners’ house (she had her leash on) and reached the Wannabe’s territory. As expected, the Gian gang instantly began their attempts at terrorising her. (This Gian-gang-terrorism is getting too violent these days, poor lil Snowy has taken something called ‘sannyas’ in the back-lane of our house, for some peace). But… never undermine a bitch’s strength…

And the white bitch barked right back. And oh God, she did NOT stop. At least for the next 2 hours. Now I’m not usually into drama when it comes to humans, and I usually get to know things at least a month late, but dogs-drama, I watch peacefully sitting in my balcony. The white bitch really made Gian’s wife hide under a car, probably for the first time in her life.

Now I don’t want to bring down the ‘fight-back-and-stick-up-for-yourself’ vibe but the white bitch had too much fun bothering Gian’s wife and returned the next day. Gian was probably overcome with a lot of love for his wife (interestingly, he was hiding the day before that too) and the entire Gian gang has severely, maybe fatally bitten the white bitch. Whatever, well, stick up for yourself and fight back, but don’t turn into a bully yourself.

Feminist moral of the story- don’t be afraid to fight back. Wherever you go, you will meet bullies and people who will try to let you down. They should know that you can be a bad (but smarter) bitch!

I’m sure she has lost her sleep
That’s not the only thing she has lost...

On sleepless nights
She’s probably haunted
On the lucky nights
I’m sure she has nightmares 

Honestly
There is only an extent of pain that each person can withstand
But she suffers from the pain
She tires herself from the immensity of her pain
And she withstands it

She puts on a brave smile
She doesn’t share her pain

I’ve never seen her cry
It doesn’t matter

Every day I speak to her
I see the things behind her laughter

I know there are things beyond darkness in her heart
I know there’s resilience
I know there’s strength 
I know there’s light

Okay, the world crumbled upon her
But she will get back up on her feet

And she will be a survivor.

There’s this pack of dogs where I live, and they’re my favourite pass time. They’re separated into 2 gangs, who keep terrorising each other whenever possible. Gang one: Gean (because he’s just like that fatty from ‘Doraemon’), Gean’s wife, DD (Desi Dalmatian), and Winnie. Gang two: Snowy (my favourite), Shawn (he’s the ‘Nobita’), Katy, and two puppies- Simba and Cutesy. There’s also Jesy, but she’s had something called a ‘hriday parivartan’ ever since Snowy left her for Katy… now Jesy spends most of her time in peace and solitude. 

Well, I’m really really observant with them.

A while back, poor little Simba and Cutesy were on the street when Gean was running to come and harm the little fellas. He does this all the time. Anyway, Katy saw that, and about the same time, there was a car which was approaching at a super high speed. But, she didn’t care to wait a second. God knows the speed at which she ran but she dived in front of the car, and in a moment, she safely reached her puppies and scared off Gean. Badass Katy! Wild or humane, moms are moms.

Moreover, I was going somewhere today, when I saw a truck like vehicle in front of our car. There was a lady in the open back of the truck, who had a little child and one infant with her.  The kids were so damn cute, so in the traffic, I kept observing them. That truck was probably not running very smoothly, it was making a lot of noise and shaking with every step. But the little cute kiddos were indifferent, carefree, just hugging their mom and their mom had her hands behind their heads to protect them. I couldn’t resist hugging my mum next to me.

Moms are gifts from God. Value yours.

If the world is split into pink and blue
Come
Let’s paint it red.

If the world could be improved by creating walls
We’d be living in paradise.

And if the tall grey walls of castles
Define the beauty of the Earth
Tell me
Have you seen the beauty of our people?

One day, the walls will grow too tall
The world which was once green
Will appear grey everywhere 
And the walls will split the world into pink and blue.

We don’t want that, dear.

So come
We’ll paint the world red
We’ll fill the world with love
And our world will have an eternal glow.

The world will sparkle
The world will glow.

Come
Let’s paint it red.

P.S.: this lil girl’s swimsuit is the cutest thing on earth!