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11-04-2019, 10:30pm
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There comes a time in every woman’s life when she don’t feel beautiful anymore. I am going Through that right now.
Every morning I wake up and go straight to the washroom just ignoring the huge mirror nearby as if it is a toxic person. I spend more time finding flaws on my face in front of the washbasin mirror than washing my face. I take bath in less than 5minutes as there is no scrubbing dead skin off the whole body with loofa and no conditioning of hair, it’s just rubbing the damn soap all over my body and then letting the foam get off my body by running water over it. And then approximately half an hour every morning in front of the bedroom mirror doing and re doing make up. Applying kajal, finding it a bit less so applying another stroke, finding it a bit more so rubbing the whole thing off with tissue, applying the exact same as the first time. And the same occurs with moisturising cream, lip gloss and foundation sometimes. And after all these the reason for what I leave the room is that I am getting late and the fact is I am unhappy after spending hours craving to find a smile on my own face.
On the way to college or at college if anyone look at me for more than 5seconds I make myself believe that I have over done it, so I rush to the washroom, wash my face with water remove all what I had applied on my face and dry it with the handkerchief. And yeah… Again I didn’t get that smile on my face.
My soul say that “I am beautiful” to me everyday but I am craving for my eyes to speak the same.
Getting back from college tired, I don’t have the courage to go and wash my face as there is a mirror at the washbasin.
And sending a random selfie to someone makes me feel more bad because finally unintentionally I get to see that not so beautiful face.
I spend hours staring at my childhood and teenage pictures and admiring what I looked like then.
And finally I retire myself to bed still craving to see the beautiful me.
But you know what it’s just a phase and it will pass.
You are beautiful, you are special, you are amazing, you are intelligent, you are creative….
You are a woman and you are the creater, the supreme power is in your body.
Keep smiling😊 you never know who will get inspired by you.
#BeTheWoman
Say this to you everytime yourself feel low or less you.
“I am beautiful, I am special, I am amazing, I am intelligent, I am creative…. I am a WOMAN.”
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🥀23-03-2019
I have completed my schooling from a Central Government school and I feel that I have never got enough opportunities to discover my potential.
But I am thankful to those schoolmates who were better than me and were present on stage at every school function, I always felt envious of them and my friends made excuses to justify that we are equally talented it’s just that we are not given opportunity to show our talent.
When everyone around me were busy criticising the school authorities, I started observing that elite group.
It’s hard to believe but I learnt the power of laughing at myself at the age of 12.
I started participating in the morning assembly activities and I swear as long as I remember, I had always made people laugh at me every single time I went on stage. There are always some mean kids who tease you daily about a single mistake you did on stage.
From 7th standard onwards I have grabbed almost every opportunity I got at school and from there I got the habit to learn new things.
What I mean by all that I said above is that don’t waste these four precious years of your college life in just criticising the college authorities, grab the opportunities, build a new and better you, learn new things and build new habits.
Otherwise when you will leave college you will not be different from the person who left the school few years back.
I have seen myself growing in these 1.5 years and I believe I will grow more in the coming years.
And Now
No matter how nervous I am at the backstage, but when I step on the stage to perform, I forget the word FEAR.
I am sure that there are some people who laugh at me when I perform at the college auditorium but the claps and compliments make those people shut their mouth and their mean words never reach my ears.
So,
If you feel like doing it, do it.
You are created by God and hence you are special.
Believe in yourself.
Keep smiling😊 you never know who will get inspired by you.
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नब्बे का दशक ही अच्छा था
नब्बे के दशक की बात आते ही
Pokemon और Powerpuff girls याद आते है
आज भी बचपन की वो गुड़िया आती है रास
चाहे पुराने दोस्त ना हो अब मेरे पास
आज भी जब माँ गाने गुनगुनाती है
उस कैसेट वाले रेड़ियो की याद आ जाती है।
पर शायद मेरा दिमाग अभी कच्चा था
इसीलिए कह रही थी नब्बे का दशक ही अच्छा था।
नब्बे का दशक यानि 1990 से 1999 तक का समय
चलो उस समय की एक कहानी सुने।
नवम्बर 1998 एक फ़ौजी के घर हुआ बेटी का जन्म
पाँच गर्भपात के बाद अब खुशियों से भरा था सभी का मन
क्या नाच गाना हुआ था क्या पकवान बने थे
काफ़ी तेज़ी से महीने गुज़र रहे थे।
एक पिता को अपनी बेटी का बचपन देखना बाकी था
उसके पहले कदम देखना उसका पहला बोल सुनना बाकी था
वो बेटी अपने पिता की जान और शान बन गई
और एक दिन फ़ौज की वर्दी बेटी के प्यार पर हावी पड़ गई।
मई 1999 कार्गिल में युद्ध हुआ
वो दो महीनो तक चली लड़ाई तो भारत था जीता
पर 527 फ़ौजियों के घर तिरंगे में लिपटा उनका शरीर था पहुँचा।
वो बेटी खुश नसीब थी जो उसके पिता लौट आए
आज भी पापा के साथ बैठो तो कार्गिल की बातें वो बताते है
मेरे पापा मेरे पिता है पर धरती माँ का पुत्र ख़ुदको बुलाते है
और नब्बे का दशक ही अच्छा था ये बात हमेशा कह जाते है।
क्योंकि नब्बे के दशक की बात आते ही
Pokemon और Powerpuff Girls नहीं आते याद
आर्मी ट्रक याद आते है
बचपन में गुड़िया से नहीं खेली मैं
सुबह सुबह सड़क पर परेड करते फ़ौजी याद आते है
और वो माँ के गाने गुनगुनाना
उससे तो आज भी कैसेट वाले रेड़ियो की याद आती है।
Novel_13 WHO MOVED MY CHEESE?
Who moved my cheese?
An amazing way to deal with change in your work and in your life.
–Dr. Spencer Johnson
The author through his writings, help people discover simple truths that can be used to have healthier lives with more success and less stress.
The cheese story is applicable in each and every change. It’s appeal is universal.
The story is about the four parts of all of us which we show during different changes that takes place in life.
Sometimes we sniff the change early, or we scurry into action, or we deny or resist change, or we learn to adapt in time.
Here is what I have learnt from the book.
- The problem and the answer were both simple, we make them complex.
- There’s a difference between activity and productivity.
- We keep doing the same things over and over again and wonder why things don’t get better.
- Sometimes things change and they are never the same again. That’s life! Life moves on. And so should we.
- Sometimes some fear can be good. When you are afraid things are going to get worse if you don’t do something, it can prompt you into action. But it’s not good when you are so afraid that it keeps you from doing anything.
- Learn to laugh at yourself and at what you have been doing wrong. The fastest way to change is to laugh at your own folly.
- Don’t overanalyze or overcomplicate things.
- Some fear should be respected, as it can keep you out of real danger.
Remember: Move with the cheese!
One thought that came to my mind after completing the book was that, reading the book will benefit you only 10% and one have to make people around them read this book to get 100% benefit.
Novel_12 THE KITE RUNNER
The Kite Runner
–Khaled Hosseini
This book is filled with variety of emotions and each and every emotion is expressed so well that at times I felt like I don’t want to read this book.
The bad situations felt like the worst ones and I cried many times reading the book.
Overall an amusing and awe-inspiring book. Here presenting some inspirational lines from the book.
- Art stealing life’s thunder.
- There is a way to be good again.
- When you kill a man, you steal a life. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.
- Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favourite colors.
- If God has granted you a special talent then it’s your duty to hone that talent.
- The thing about people who mean everything they say is that they think everyone else does too.
- Even a single day can change the course of a whole lifetime.
- And sometimes the dead are luckier.
- Real good sometimes is born out of remorse.
- I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering it’s things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
Highly recommended novel.
Novel_11 That’s the way we met
That’s the Way We Met
–Sudeep Nagarkar
“This is the true love story of the author and hence it is written with honesty”
The tag line beneath the title of the book says “kya life hogi set?”
And being in my early twenties I have heard this statement alot of times. This is the first book I am reading which is written by Sudeep Nagarkar.
Guess what? The writer is an Engineer by degree and he never dreamt of being an author but turned into one for his love.
So here presenting my favourite lines from the intense love story which has no happy ending.
- True love is hard to find, but it’s pure, and has a magical power to it.
- Life without love is like scorching desert craving for rain.
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I wish I was your blanket, I wish I was your bed; I wish I was your pillow underneath your head. I want to be around you, I want to hold you tight and be the lucky person who kisses you good night.
- True love is a sacred flame that burns eternally.
- People come in your life for a reason, to guide you and help you see yourself.
- Love is a pain which keeps burning inside you. That burning feeling keeps a person alive.
- Love is the most durable power in the world. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, and it is not the declaration of promises of eternal passion. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.
The Full Moon Night
I wrote the following poem as an amateur poet and I am looking forward to modify it but I want to keep the original one in my collection too so here posting it.
The Full Moon Night
It was the night
Full of moon light
She was driving safely
Back to home
Driving through the busy roads
She took a turn to home
Unaware of the fact
That wolves are out on full moon night
She was driving back to home
After saving lots of life
A doctor by profession
Couldn’t stop herself to step out
When someone jumped in front of her car
She stepped out to save another life
Unaware of the fact
That she is playing victim not savior
Kidnapped by four and driven to dark place
She was gang raped
The experience
She thought to be on bed of flowers
But had it on concrete floor
She thought it to be a bit painful
But it turned out to be the
Biggest misery of her life
Every girl has a story to tell
Some shut their mouth
Some left their body
There is no one to listen
Her misery of life
Do comment below your views and you can also suggest the modifications.
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Novel_10 SUMMER AT CORNISH CAFE
Summer at Cornish Cafe
–Phillipa Ashley
Have a glance at the cover and you will judge it as a children book.
Even after completing the first chapter I was not awared that Demi is a girl but as the story proceeded, I got more involved in the book.
The book tell us that with hardwork we can build an empire from the crap. This is love story with a motivational plot.
Here presenting my favorites from the book.
- Stop trying to solve everyone’s woes. No good comes of crashing in on other people’s lives, no matter how well intentioned.
- Go on, take the risk, live dangerously.
- Be yourself, and screw anyone who doesn’t like it.
- Love isn’t benign and altruistic.
- Maybe he still love her. Maybe he always will, but that doesn’t mean he can’t love anyone else. It doesn’t mean there’s no room for someone else.
- He was always in love with the idea of her, rather than her.
- It’s not just nature, it’s nurture.
