Deepika Padukone Slams Media on Its Right to Expression

The Times Of India being a respectable Newspaper published an article accusing Deepika Padukone,a leading actress of showing her cleavage in a recent event.

The same newspapers who with along the others have been condemning rapes and eve teasings probably does not know how exactly to respect women if they have published the above article.

It's been happening to many Actresses but Deepika is the first to raise a voice against this.

Let's put a stop to this and
Respect women for real this time!

Poem- I am the love of a drug dealer's life

Sleeping by your side each night,
I tremble at your slightest touch
And leave you alone,think I might
Without even the smallest fuss

Living in terror all the time 
Maybe does make me a coward
But living a lie with you Oh so fine
Doesn't let me go forward

With some thoughts
here i stand
infront of you
As i try to tell you we've got
To talk about some things too

To the world of lies and torture
You may seem oh-so-fair
But when i look into the future
I dont see you anywhere

As hard as it may seem alright
Living a lie aint so bad
But think of the promising light
That makes you feel maddening glad

You gave me a scar on a winter noon
And you thought you'd marked me so
But here you are,the same loon
who was a lover,a friend and a foe

Every day and every night,i pray
To god that he lets you stay alive
or even if he plans some other way
In solemn peace,you die.

Being your soulmate,out in the sun
Gives me terrors and chills
What our world does for sheer fun
Makes the other’s voice shrill

You,me and us all the way
Our bond has come to survive
And all aboard as they say
We've got each other to revive

Stories All Around

How do you not look around when you re moving on the road? Or are you really watching closely ?

The negligible person that you smile at , or someone who serves you coffee, Remember them?

You smile at them even when you don’t know their story.

Let’s face it. Everyone and I mean everyone has a story.

Where they came from and where they are going. What is their purpose of life or even if they have one ? Searching for the one or moving around hands in hands with them ?

Counting your blessings or counting your misfortunes?

What do you do?

You know how it feels when everything comes crashing down on you?
Maybe not everything and maybe the things that do don’t matter so much but the thing is they do.

This is one of the times I feel like I wont be able to make it in the world . and I am not one of those people thinking this every second day or maybe I am. I don’t know anymore.

I cant feel fine anymore and that sucks. The world,my world is full of pain right now and I am to blame for it.

If I hadn’t gone blank,would I have done well? I don’t know. Not for sure anyways.

You know the feeling of failing yourself? I now know how desperate it makes you

I was on my path to slit my hand so that I could focus on the pain rather than the problem I had. It was stupid,cowardly and very desperate. It hurt so much.

I feel like I cant make it anymore and there is nothing I can do to make myself feel better.

When you fail yourself,there is almost nothing you can do to mend yourself. So what do you ultimately do? Live until you die? Pledge to do better on the risk of failing yourself again? What do you do?

I don't know anymore.

The Brilliant minds destined for greatness

She is gonna change the world and she doesn't even know it yet.
So there's this friend of mine, and she is what you and me and everyone calls one of the Brilliant minds I have had the opportunity to meet or witness.

What's so Brilliant about her, you ask?
Everything.
The way she embarks on a new journey everyday and never gives up and has the guts to look everything and anything in the eye and be brave.
The pride she has in her voice when she tells me how her parents are the reason for everything that she stands and hopes to stand for and more.
The life she has in her eyes when she talks about something she is so much interested in.
The love I have seen in her just for her friends and family. Her fun nature, her lively jokes, her ability to make everyone smile and so much more.
I could never say no to her no matter what I did, or she did. For all I know I might do everything for her and that would seem less but she won't ever let me do anything for her. Even she hasn't done a thing in her life for herself. There isn't an instance I find where I could find her selfish.
The fight I see and have seen in her all the days we have spent together, the fight to be better than her best.

She is the fire, no water, ice or rain can put out.
She is life.  And she doesn't even see it.
A cruel joke indeed but a very well planned one too.

When I see her or when I remember her.. My memory can never recall once when we fought.. I do not know how but we have never fought and still pride ourselves to call each other's best friends because that's the way we are.

Even if months would to go by without us talking, one phone call or message would and will be all it would take to get all that time covered. That's how we simply are.
And I pride myself on knowing that.

My friend is destined for greatness and is going to change the world.
I hope she gets to know it someday.
I hope I tell her this someday.

Until I know?

What makes the interesting things,Interesting at all?

The last posts I've written have been very serious and while I was on my way to bid one of my oldest friends’ goodbye for two long years, it struck me.
I should try something light and mundane too because that is exactly what makes the interesting days interesting, If you know what I mean.
Days aren't just interesting because people or even we say they are. Days are figured as boring or interesting compared to the other days of the week, month, year or even a decade.
A person who has had travels all around the world would have different views on interesting things compared to the person who has never ever stepped out of his hometown.
That is it.
Everything we know and talk about is a comparison.What we find acceptable is only that way to us because the other stuff isn't.
Truth is the truth not because it really happened but because all the other versions of it are lies.
People are compared, statistics, logistics, marks, problems, achievements, EVERYTHING we know is that way because the others aren't.
Think back to the moment you met the person you value most in your life at the current time. Or in some cases where you actually don't have one, take any example from your environment.
How did you meet them? What is it that drew you close enough? The point of all this is that you wouldn't have been this close to the exact same person if there would have been two like him/her at that same moment.
Let’s face it. You liked him/her because you didn't like the rest the same.
And now all of you reading this would think "No, I liked him/her because he had something in him/her, not because the others didn't" and now I'll tell you why. Because all of you like every other human being would find it degrading to be compared, to find the other human measured in front of you and I agree it is threatening.
But then again, that is how I could tell you the role of comparison in everything we do or we claim to do every second of every day.

Why do we compare while we can just feel our way into events? Into things?
Until we know.