If only…

By Nikitha Reddy

There wasn’t any need to open your eyes to confirm that it was the break of another day. The morning’s oxymoron worthy duo of warmth and coolness that filled the whole room said it all. The spring zephyr flowed in through the wide open window and pretty soon was engrossed in playing with her long tresses and caressing her.  She woke up, but the first thing on her mind was not that fun-filled zephyr. It was his body cuddled against her. Her first and last love, her world, her man. She opened her eyes and gave a gentle peck on his lips. His lips curved and he opened his eyes slowly. “Good Morning!” he said and returned it, but it was a tad bit longer and a little more passion. If only kisses lasted forever! They would do nothing but kiss each other then.

That day was like every other day. They had to force themselves out of bed, blaming the world for having to stay apart the next ten hours. After that it was the same old melancholy of every day work that keeps them away from each other’s embrace and at the same time, old, yet never boring wonder of what they would have done without the other. Yet life was perfect.

Watching her gracious walk as if she were stepping on thin wafts of solid air, seeing her tiny hands work their magic as they endeared anything that needed her mystical touch, taking in her mind-baffling distinct scent as she stood near him neatly fixing his tie, every single thing about her, for that matter her stillness or her every move brought him rapt delight.

“Do I really have to go today?” he asked her gently wrapping his hands around her slender waist from behind. She giggled and kept quiet. That wasn’t something new.

“Come on! I’m sure my associates wouldn’t mind my slacking for a day.”

“Let’s see. Six days in the past one and a half month… Yeah, you can stay at home.”

She took his bag and had to practically shove him out after kissing him goodbye. She leaned on her back against the wall, let out a sigh and started her usual countdown. Thirty six thousand seconds to go.

But three thousand seconds was all it took to change her life forever.

A lie… It had to be a lie. She didn’t even notice the phone that slipped from her hand and shattered. After that the next few moments were like a dream for her, only it was mere episodes of a tragedy. Next thing she knew was her husband’s totaled car lying among shattered glass panes, lodged between a truck and a tree. The sepulchral collage was hanging by a thread. Even the slightest supple touch would have had the capability to tear it apart. She pushed down the brake on reflex.

He was right in front of her, yet it surely wasn’t him. This impostor was cold, expressionless and void. It didn’t matter though. The dream-like life had ended and her life ended with it. Everything seemed like it was all a part of a mechanical chronicled nonsensical mime without any feelings. She didn’t crack. She didn’t blink. She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t cry. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t curse. She didn’t speculate. She merely held the car handle and froze. She did that for whole two hours until her neighbour came and walked her to the car and took her home.

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Days and months passed without a word from her. What was once a lively face showed no sign of life. She had become a living dead. All she did was gaze into the space with her soulless eyes. If it weren’t for her sister she would have long been dead. Therapists lost hope for she never spoke a word nor moved. The hypnotists had no chance for she stopped listening. Death would have done a favour to her actually; one of the kindest things it could have done.

“Sally is dead. She committed suicide. J, Handle the situation. No one should know that it was a suicide.” Natalie put down the phone before she could even get an answer. Questions…people will never understand even if she gave them the answers; they just can’t. She knew she was right to have given her sister the lethal dosage of sleeping pills. She did the right thing. What others think doesn’t matter. They weren’t there for her sister like she had been. She had seen it all.

World felt surreal at that moment. It was all empty, peaceful and non-existent at the same time. She could see her sister and her brother-in-law holding hands and smiling in the eye of her mind. They are together, they are happy.

She stood up and dragged her unwilling feet to her sisters’ cold dead body and held her hand. The warmth surely didn’t linger around.  Not since 14 months, 5 days and 20 hours. It had died with her jija, the love of her sister’s life. The serene face seemed even more beautiful with a teardrop clinging to the eyelash, which is never going to bat again, and a smile on the lips, which can never move with the same elegance they used to.

“You must have been in middle of a sweet dream. Wonder how bright and tranquil it was, sis…”
If only…

The Privileged Customer!

By Ashwin Govindraj

God! Why are you doing this to me? Why am I the only one who has to suffer, when everyone else is enjoying life and getting things done so easily? This was another one of my frequent complaints. The time was 10pm and I was the last person to leave office. The security guard was fast asleep with songs from ‘Hum aapke hain kaun’ playing in the background. Mumbling and grumbling I left office and sped away to the railway station lest I miss the last train. As I was entering the station a train was fast approaching and I scrambled to catch the train.

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Aboard the train I was in a pensive mood and was angry with my manager and with everyone from my office. Plugging in my earphones was the most soothing sensation and I felt a sense of calm gradually. That was when I took a look around and noticed some of my co-passengers on the train. Most of them were middle aged men and a few old people as well. Some of them did not have slippers to wear and were without proper clothes. One gentleman had a basket of cotton candy in one hand and his two year old daughter in the other hand. He seemed quite content and was playing with his daughter. That was when it dawned upon me, was I right in thinking I was the one who was suffering? Here was a person who had to go through the hardships of life in the searing heat selling cotton candy to support his family.

There are way too many people in our country who have to slog it out day in and day out just to feed their families. A majority of our population barely manage to make ends meet and every day is a struggle for survival. In spite of having many problems and financial burden, people can still appreciate the small things in life and take each day as it comes.

Do you have a place to stay? Food to eat? Water to drink? A place for sanitation? These are what we’d like to consider basic amenities. What must become of those who consider these luxuries. In spite of having the best of many things, we still complain and want more. We should be thankful for what we’ve got and help other people as well instead of moaning. This is easier said than done, but there is no harm in trying. So the next time you think of cursing or shooting off a complaint to god, think again, you are ‘PRIVILEGED’!

Life, Slower Please !

By Reema D'Souza

Dear life,

Let’s not make this formal. I'm sure you already know me and I won't bother asking you more about yourself because you are famously mysterious and you wouldn't divulge much about yourself at this moment. I wouldn't have written to you, but its sheer reality that I am. And why am I writing? Well that's the million dollar question right? But I guess you already know why I am writing. And if you are not clear with it let me tell you. I'm writing this because I wanted to tell you something. Life, slow down a bit!

I know we're living in the 21st century where everything moves with a fast pace. But living in this fast paced world is kinda difficult. That doesn't mean I'm giving up. I'm not done yet. Not even close my friend. Difficult huh? And  how’s that you may ask. I know in this technology driven world everything happens by the click of a mouse, everything is instantaneous. That's all easy right? Sounds so, but it isn’t. I'm not as fast as you, so let me take my time to elaborate.

Yeah things do happen with a click of mouse, but since things are happening faster I've more things do. So many more that I'm always in a rush. And at times figuring out this tech driven life is time consuming and I'm left behind in the race. I was a little girl just sometime ago and now I’ve grown up. I miss my childhood. Wish you'd slowed down and I could enjoy those days a little while longer. I'm tired of the complexities of being a grown up. I must admit, a lot more people come in to my life these days and fast. But I wish they wouldn't have to leave as fast as they came. If you would have slowed down, I would've been happier. I could have enjoyed every little thing and those joys could have lingered in my memory longer. But then I couldn't. No time you see. You may argue that since life's fast, when you have misunderstandings, you could put the past behind and move on faster. But wait, if you were slower, there would be time for explanations, time for understanding people and that means no misunderstandings! And even if there were, we could sort it out patiently you see.

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Well I'm not telling you that you need to slow down completely, but just a bit. A little slower so that I can go by the road less travelled, so that I can enjoy the sight of nature around. I could watch the glorious sunrise, the ever changing sky of the day, the beautiful sunset and then catch a glimpse of the gleaming moon and the twinkling stars. I could listen to the chirping birds, the rustle of the wind. I could smile more often and radiate smiles around. I could take time to be myself. I could enjoy the little joys that come my way and enjoy with the people I love being with.

I know you like to teach us lessons the hard way and that you are a hard teacher who gives the test first and lessons later. I do agree to face your challenges and problems bravely. But I need some time to figure things out at times. So, please be a little slower. Hope you consider my request. I'm awaiting your reply. I forgot to tell you something. Life, I do love you. Because no matter what, you are mine and are precious to me! I love you, life.

Regards,

Me.

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About: I'm a fun loving person,but at times philosophical. I love to write. I'm a voracious reader and I also love music.

Doordarshan: A Retrospect

By Vasundhara Goyal

Unlike most of my friends and relatives, I grew up watching Doordarshan TV serials. Obviously my parents thought cable channels were a bad influence on society and to impede me and my brother from wasting our valuable time on soap operas, they decided that it was better to feed us a few Holly-Bolly DVDs every month. They figured it beats trying to stomach a badgering family drama sequel every half an hour and doing away with our studies. With time, the craving for cable TV dwindled. Initially there was DD1 and DD2 which later on became DD National and DD Metro. I didn’t find it difficult to get used to Doordarshan programmes.

For those who were born in late 80's and early 90's, Doordarshan has a special place in their heart. Those were the times we got up early morning to watch He-Man, Chandrakanta, Danu, Alice in Wonderland and Mogli (Jungle Book). We stayed up very late to watch Shaktiman, Alif Laila and Reporter. My favourite commercial of Dhara Cooking oil that featured Parzaan Dastur as a small boy who runs away from home, but returns on time to grab the hot jalebis his mother made to lure him back, gave way to my craving for jalebis every Sunday. Till date, I cannot start my Sunday without them. A few years later DD Metro was abruptly shut down and we were left with DD National only. Some of the shows were Re-telecast on DD National and another channel, DD News was introduced.

Indian television has seen two eras, a Doordarshan Era and a Post Doordarshan Era. The Post Doordarshan Era is of less significance to me as I was in my early teens when the cable connection at my dwelling was dropped. I grew up watching Tarang in the afternoons when my Mom was asleep. Three movies a week on Friday-Saturday-Sunday with Bioscope showing a movie in parts on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday being the icing on the cake. Those myriad letters read on Bioscope made me wonder how in this Post Doordarshan Era, there are so many spectators who not only watch but have the time and interest to send so many letters one after the other. I personally felt, watching Doordarshan, (when everyone else was watching Roadies and Splitsvilla on MTV) was an obligation for me. It was probably a better option compared to watching James Bond movies over and over again.

Fauji, a TV series on Indian Army was aired in the year 1988 with the lead role played by Shahrukh Khan (who was then शाह रुख  खान). His television début was Dil Darya and he also had recurring roles on Circus, Umeed and a few more.  Doordarshan has launched many a leading actor, but now it is on a downward spiral. Doordarshan has lost its charm in the pursuit of meeting industry benchmarks set by the likes of Sony, Starplus and ZeeTV. Once in a blue moon, I pamper my eyes with Dish TV and Tata Sky transmissions at my friend's place, but all I just do is keep switching channels until I get bored, pick up a paper and start writing. 80's and 90's was the time when a single channel educated, informed and entertained with its Sunday spree. I just couldn't afford to miss my weekend feast. What I had seen in my childhood was certainly a class apart. The erstwhile gamut of Fauji, Buniyaad, Nukkad, Ye Jo Hai Zindagi, Shrimaan Shrimati, Dekh Bhai Dekh, Udaan, Aarohan and my favourite cartoons Talespin and Duck Tales that accounted for my daily bread and butter of entertainment are now history.

 It’s almost 5-6 years from the time I had started preparing for IITJEE; I have lost touch with DD’s programmes and telefilms. At times I go through some of the old videos of Malgudi Days andTimba Roocha (a series portraying a friendly ghost and the moral stories he narrates), uploaded on Youtube. No one can forget the quintessential Indian song "Mile Sur Mera Tumhara" that was aired first on Doordarshan. I have a valuable collection of old DD TV series (Bharat ek Khoj, Udaan, Dekh Bhai Dekh, Vikram Aur Betaal and my next one about to arrive, Alif Laila) that I have been collecting for the past 2 years. I reminisce watching Aarohan, starring Pallavi Joshi, her struggle through Naval Training and Udaan featuring Kavita Chaudhary as an IPS officer which made me take up NCC in college. Byomkesh Bakshi and Tehkikaat were some intelligent detective series with unpredictable plots and solutions. Till date whenever I read Sherlock Holmes, I can think of only Rajit Kapoor in his boots with K.K.Raina in the guise of Dr.Watson. I got my passion of reading psychology books and silently reading people's gestures from Sam D' Sylva (Vijay Anand).

A recent Advertisement of Aamir Khan's new production 'Satyamev Jayate' (another TV series that was on DD) has renewed my interest in Television. I am so looking forward to watch it. I wish this new serial brings back the lost dignity of DD.

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Freedom, Thy Name Woman

By Kritika Tandon

The woman of today is described as beauty-with-brains, career oriented and well educated. However, there are many problems faced by all of them, which are either unknown to us or we force ourselves to remain silent and let them be a subject of ignorance.

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To this day most parents would rather spend the lion’s share of their income educating their son and not their daughter. The reason behind this may be the need to preserve a fortune for her wedding, or may be in future the family would (want to) depend only on the son’s income. 

Several researches have concluded that even though on an average, a woman works more than a man; much of her work is not encouraged or given attention. This is because domestic work is not considered as work at all as there is no monetary contribution to the household. And thus, when a woman juggles between professional workload and household chores, a man easily claims to have worked harder by spending more time at the office. In addition to this, women also have to confront the challenges of sexual abuse, molestation, eve teasing and domestic violence. 

Most of us are well conversant with these facts. They exist in our textbooks for the mugging-up business, are exhibited on large hoardings as we traverse from place to place and are also brought up as a ‘mundane concern’ in the popular media content. In spite of such disinterest among the majority it would be highly unfair to say that not even half of us would want to delve into the hypotheses of such issues.

When the Indira Gandhi regime could not enforce sterilisation and family planning measures on men for long (especially during Emergency), it diverted its wrath towards women. This is evident even in today’s times when a family is rewarded if the woman goes through certain contraceptive procedures such as the insertion of a Copper T. One silent cause behind all such efforts could be the ability of those in power to hurl impositions more easily on women than on men.   

Such instances take us to a conclusion that since time memorial, the society has always been busy in controlling a woman’s sexuality for if she wears the pants; who would be the rightful owner of property and give the last-name-identity to children? To prevent this pandemonium, the female population all over the globe is made highly conscious of its actions because they are ‘bound to have’ equal and opposite reactions. Thus, it ends up being subjugated to a series of psychological and physical torture.

Instances of sexual harassment occur on an everyday basis, not only with women, but also with men, children and the elderly. The dreadful situation can befall on almost any person. So what action does/should anybody take at such an event? The ‘wise’ would expect to either ignore or remain hush about it. But that would be ideally wrong.

This, in turn, produces a disarray of emotions amongst most of the victims and survivors of sexual harassment. When somebody touches us or passes lewd comments, our brains automatically start thinking about the consequences of raising an alarm. By the time we’re done suppressing our rage it’s too late to take any reverse action.

Mukhtaran Bibi in her book In the Name of Honour gave a brief account of the biggest tragedy of her life. She was gang-raped by men of the rival tribe because her minor brother had been wrongly accused of molesting an adult female of the opposite tribe in a village in Pakistan. Bibi was raped ‘in the name of honour’, she was raped because those men misinterpreted jihad and came to the conclusion of raping her in order to take revenge and reinstate their pride. While other women who had faced similar incidents in the past committed suicide; Bibi fought back, filed a case and got her culprits punished.

So not being able to retaliate gets stroked-off from our globally-applicable list of doubts and questions. What becomes important is how to retaliate. In India, the laws are the there to protect us. While Article 14 of the Constitution of India talks about the Right to Equality (gender), Article 21 lays immense emphasis on the Right to Life and Personal Liberty. The Supreme Court has also mandated Anti-Sexual Harassment Policy for every organisation.

Nevertheless, the implementation of such laws has not yet met complete success. This is because of innumerable reasons like corruption, high might of the abuser or mere unawareness of several women regarding the existence of their own rights. Absence of consideration of domestic helpers in the Prevention of Sexual Harassment at Workplace Bill, 2010, is another problem for our country. 

Moreover, the separation of the complexities of rape than that of molestation is a highly debatable matter. A rape case has always involved a stringent punishment as compared to an act of sexual harassment. This is because where the former is constringed as penetration inside the private area, the latter is limited to external harm.

Women, as victims-to-be, must become strong and prepare for this challenge. They must be physically fit and morally upright to protest the lewd intentions of those who work along with them or meet them at public places. They should not conform to a man’s ‘muscle power’ and should strive to protect their dignity. But all such attempts will be in vain if notions of equal and respectful treatment towards the opposite sex are not imparted to men (and women) of all age groups.

“AS LONG AS THE BIRTH AND THE EXISTENCE OF A GIRL DOES NOT RECEIVE THE SAME WELCOME AND RESPECT AS THAT OF A BOY, SO LONG WE SHOULD KNOW THAT INDIA IS SUFFERING FROM PARTIAL PARALYSIS.”

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(I am not entirely acquainted with intrinsic legal details, so please pardon me for any errors that may have occurred.) 

The Day We Really Met!

By Abhyudaya Shrivastava

It was never going to be an ordinary day,
I forgot whether the month was June or May.

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The day I realized the world is wooden,
and dreams are made of clay.


I see you smiling, dancing across the hall,
with your prince charming, giggling all the way.


My love for you was lost, I was happy for you,
but my greed for your love didn't sway.


Was it love? Perhaps I never loved you,
My mind was dirtier than an ash tray.


We had met before, with me on all fours,
behind you, pleading, wanting you to say-


Say that you love me too, with all your heart.
I wasn't sure that it was the right thing to say.


I wasn't sure whether I loved you or not,
but I wanted you to say it anyway.


That was earlier, me wooing you,
you unsure, and this is today.


I can handle seeing you with someone else,
I have feelings but, I can keep them at bay.


I no longer struggle, to tell you something,
in my battle with my heart, I can have my way.


I've grown stronger? No, that's not the case,
you've not been listening carefully,
I fought my heart, it had a metal sword,
but, my sword was made of fickle, frail, clay!

The Little Joys of Life

By Arpita Nandi

No, I’m not going to start off about the flitting butterflies, the chirping birds, the beautiful sunrise, or the meandering streams! Nature’s beauty has been spoken about enough! Life has plenty of other stuff to give us, most of which go unnoticed by us!

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Have you ever discovered money in someplace you never thought you would? Or found some lost money in the pockets of an old shirt? How would you describe that feeling? Bliss? Yeah sure, it is! Even better is the feeling of sheer joy you feel when you discover that precious one rupee coin, hiding in some corner of your bag, when you were falling short of exactly that amount while getting your bus ticket(if you get one, that is!)! Whoever said money can’t buy you happiness?

Do you remember how you felt when you found a public loo(or maybe a wall, whatsay, Indian men?) after holding back nature’s call for what seemed like a lifetime? Birbal once called this feeling the most satisfying, in life! While I would not go so far, I could surely say, I know what he was talking about!

Ever had someone do something for you, unselfishly? Like someone who offered you their water bottle because you were thirsty and there was no water around? Has anybody ever waited for you when you fell behind, while walking in a group? Be it a stranger, or your best friend; an unexpected gesture by someone is the best way to bring a smile onto your face! Check this the next time someone is being thoughtful!

How many of us can deny having laughed, or at least smiled, while reminiscing about our past? Old photographs, video recordings, baby books (lucky babies of today! How I envy them!!), or even somebody telling us an anecdote from the past; is bound to melt even the hardest of hearts! Past triumphs still make me feel like a victor, my childhood antics still embarrass me; and old heartbreaks (the ones I have gotten over, of course!) now seem like little jokes! Talk about pain making me happy!

I could go on forever! Simple pleasures, especially the ones that seem to pop out of nowhere, make life worth living! Finding joy in the finer things somehow lowers my high blood pressure… and it adds that essential element of mystery to my otherwise humdrum life - for I never know what’s going to suddenly make me happy!

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ABOUT: A self-confessed Bengal-oorean, Arpita is at present supposedly studyingto become an electrical engineer. She however dreams of a future where she's a bestselling short-story writer. Arpita is passionate about cooking (both, stories, and food!!), singing and throwball...

A Stunted Generation

By Abhay Gupta

I have a big stick up my ass regarding today’s generation. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m an aged soul or a forty-something disgruntled old mutt either. It’s just that I grew up thinking that our generation was going to be a step-up from our previous generations. A generation that shakes things up and changes the way things are done, tossing aside the silly social restrictions and ass-backwards notions about how we must live our lives. You people and your facebook status updates rebelling against the system and talking about how You Only Live Once. You’re actually all lying hypocrites who are too busy conforming and adjusting to what your parents want instead of actually trying to adapt your own individualism. I grew up thinking that our generation was going to be better and adapt with the rapidly progressing world. Imagine my surprise when I realized that this generation’s a massive carbon copy of all our previous generations, except with a different colour scheme and an even larger need to suck.

Yeah sure. We’re not all that bad, right? I mean, the generation before us had to marry who their parents thought was appropriate or raved about the three choices of career streams that they had to choose. That’s changed now. We have so many more choices! Bullshit. We’re still stuck in that same fucking mind-frame. Here’s some examples that I’ve had the happy luxury of encountering in the last few years. There was this one person (For the sake of anonymity, we’ll call him Jalapeno Cheesecake) I used to know who was an intelligent, broad-minded individual who was funny, clever and had a worldly way of looking at things. I liked Jalapeno because he represented a difference in this generation that would contribute to setting a difference in the world. Jalapeno was dating this other close friend of mine, Dodney Rangerfield (names changed because she will kick my ass if I don’t) and had a very happy relationship. It’s just that one fine day, sweet Dodney told me she doesn’t know whether they’ll have much of a future or not because Jalapeno’s of a certain religion and his parents would object such a blasphemous union of love. She might have to convert or they might have to break up. Upon asking Jalapeno, he tells me “It’s not that I don’t believe in marrying for love and I love sweet Dodney. But I love my parents more and I wouldn’t want them to suffer all that judgment from the community for my own selfish reasons.”

Jalapeno, my dear lad, you might see this as a noble gesture of protecting your wards. It isn’t. The community can go fuck themselves. All you’re doing is carrying down the tradition of choosing religious compatibility over, you know, ACTUAL compatibility. I got to see another friend of mine, Bunny Soulevard, use the exact same ‘my poor dear parents worked so hard for me, it wouldn’t be fair for them to suffer so much from the community.’ You’re right, Bunny. It wouldn’t be fair. But your response to this is startling weak-hearted. Our need to conform to the larger community is so immensely great that we will actively sacrifice our own happiness to please the over-zealous conglomeration of drones that think they’re doing us a favour by accepting us as their own. And this isn’t just a religious thing either. If our parents strongly oppose a union, we bend over backwards, either begging them to accept our to-be soul-mate or ending things altogether for the sake of respecting our parents’ wishes.

A girl from our my college once told me that she picked this stream even though she had her heart set out to do something entirely different. It wasn’t like it was some ridiculously risky life-choice either. It was profitable and she knew she’d be very happy doing it. Instead she chose to be an engineer because her parents pushed her into it and now she sucks at it. I can’t pity this woman. It’s her own damn lack of cahonies and dedication that suppresses any amount of sympathy I should have for her plight. I recently met a woman, close to my age, who impressed me this time. Ringo Applefeet dropped out of her first year of college to follow her dreams in a different city. It’s a move most people would consider ballsy and incredibly risky, especially since she knew no one in the city and had very little platform to start out from. Today she’s a rapidly rising superstar in her industry, earning her own keep, paying her own rent and has established her own life, devoid of any external support or financial backing. She’s a prime example of what this generation needed to be and failed astronomically.

Don’t worry, folks. It’s not over yet. I get it. So long as you’re still under your parents’ wing, you’re under the obvious restriction of ‘my way or the highway’ and the highway’s a shitty place to set up shop unless you’re vending cigarettes. I get that a lot of you don’t have very liberal parents or come from households that are really tightly integrated into a community they don’t want to piss off. Here’s the thing though. There are three major things in your life that you can’t compromise or sacrifice for the benefit of people-pleasing: your future career, your future soulmate and your individualism. I mean, seriously, what else are you going to fight for? Kony 2012? Bitch please, signing an online petition, sharing a sensationalist video and facebook-spamming people 

you don’t talk to won’t make you a social activist.

Fight for who you want to be and who you want to be with. Be the change you want to see in the world. Seriously, these aren’t just words. Stop making excuses and rise against everything that stunts this generation. Whatever you do, someone some where’s most definitely going to disapprove of it. It could be Osama Bin Laden’s posse or your next door neighbour. It doesn’t make a damned difference if you’re constantly going to be worrying about what people are going to say or who’s going to have a problem with it. Just do whatever it is you want to and deal with the consequences fearlessly and you will jumpstart a revolution of free-thinkers, happy individualists and people who dedicated themselves to their dreams without any regrets. Be a generation worth noticing. Be unique. Don’t suck.