Not Being Consistent.

I haven’t posted in a long time and I feet horrible about it. The one promise I made when my blog crossed a month was that I would try my level best to be consistent. And here I am, sat at my grandma’s place with no WiFi to post a good article. I also do not have my laptop with me since I stupidly forgot to take it with me when I came to grandma’s. In my defence, I had to pack at 5 in the morning. I am not very efficient at any time before 10am.
On another note, it was Onam yesterday. Onam is a festival celebrated in Kerala, India. I came for Onam this year and it is my first Onam in 3 years since I went off to college. We had a hugee lunch with around 7 curries, 3 pickles, rice, 2 types of kheer (a kind of pudding) and a lot of other fried things. I would upload photos but there is no WiFi and my mobile data isn’t too fast either. I will post the photos later when I get back to my parent’s place. The whole family was together and we all had a lot of fun talking and laughing and generally teasing each other. Then someone produced a selfie stick and the whole family went nuts taking selfies. It is fun watching the adults try to look cool in selfies. My dad puts his head up the minute someone tries to take a selfie with him and all we’ll be able to see in the photo is his neck. It was amazing to meet and spend time with all of them.
I now know that the crazy part of me is all genetics.
Anyway, this post is just an apology for not posting consistently. I will be a better blogger soon. Thanks for the patience and not un-following me. I am now going out to see the capital city Trivandrum adorned in fairy lights. I like that sort of stuff. #FiveYearOldKid
Love 🙂

P. S. This was supposed to go up on the blog last night. But the internet was crap and the post was still uploading when I came back from seeing the fairy lights. Hence, I am posting it now.

P. P. S. Tell me in the comments if you like the Lord Of the Rings books. I borrowed the books from my cousin to read but she says they are horrible. Tell me what you think. Thanks!:)


Looking Back – Profession Edition.

When I was young, I wanted to be a lot of things. I mean, work wise. As in the “when I grow up I want to be…” thing. I remember wanting to be a teacher for the longest time. That was back when we all loved our teachers and thought they were the coolest beings on Earth. They had all the crayons and drawing papers with them; of course, they were cool! It was probably also because back then they gave less home work and did not make you want to kill yourself. Aah, how college changes you!

Anyway, later I decided that being a teacher was boring and I tried to look beyond that profession. After many phases of life which saw me wanting to be a doctor (although I run at the sight of a needle), a software engineer (I did not know what the profession was about. It sounded cool.), a chef (cooking and burnt food are synonymous for me.) and even a clothing/shoe store sales girl (which to this day I want to become), I decided to become a pilot. This decision happened somewhere around my 10th Grade which meant that everyone around me kept asking what I wanted to become when I “grew up”. I happily told them that my dream was to fly some aeroplanes. The aunty who used to cut my hair back then still complains that I did not keep my word of giving her a free ride when I fly the craft myself. Poor Aunty!

Anyway, 10th Standard happened and I passed all my subjects with top grades #NerdAlert. Since flying flights was the dream, I took the science stream with Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics and Computer Programming (C++ still gives me the chills. The bad kind). It was during my years of learning Physics in Higher Secondary classes that I learned how dumb I am. Don’t get me wrong, I am not entirely stupid but I was surely not going to become a pilot. That was a #RealityCheck .

I was okay with that though. When all my school mates sat studying for their Engineering and Medical Entrance Examinations, I told everyone that I was going to take up a Bachelor’s degree in English. I still remember the look of utter astonishment on my Chemistry Sir’s face when I told him I wasn’t going to waste my time writing an Entrance Examination for Engineering because “I didn’t feel like it”. He complained to my mom at the open house that I was wasting my life. We still laugh about the scandalous look on my teacher’s face when my mom did not reciprocate his feelings!

Later on during the holidays, my friend called me up and asked if I would be kind enough to accompany her to a Law Entrance Coaching class. I was bored, mom said go, my friend needed me. So I said okay. And that’s when things changed. I sat in the class and for the first time ever I was learning something I could use in my daily life. There were no alphabets in Mathematics, no chemical equations I would never need in my life, no theory about Torque that made me want to cry. I learned what my rights were, I learned how to argue like a lady (and not bite off someone’s head if they disagreed with my opinions) and most importantly, I started learning about the world.

The people I came across in the class were more or less my type of people and some time during the entrance coaching class I decided I wanted to learn law. So, I did. 🙂

It was not that easy to get into the college I study in. Hell, it was one of the hardest process I went through. But it has also been one of the best decisions of my life. That story, however, is for another day.

Today, I am learning law. I write blogs. I have plans to travel the world. I am still working on trying my hand at being a sales girl. I do not know where I am going, profession wise; but I am patient. I really wish I could grow up and become a dog, though. That would be one cool life! 😛

In the comments below tell me what you want to become you “grow up”. If you think you are a grown up already, tell me if the plans you made as a kid came true. Also, follow my blog, like the post if you think it’s good. Share it with your friends by copy-pasting the link in the address bar to your social media sites.Thanks for reading! Love 🙂

P.S.: Remember to look back at your life and smile. If there is nothing smile-worthy there, don’t look back. The road ahead is sure going to be much more fun. #OptimismRules

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Looking Back.


I have been writing here for a while now and recently I decided that I am going to take this thing seriously. Which means that I am going to write more frequently and not write just when I see a video on which I had things to talk about. I am getting followers and I feel like I must create good content for them to read. See how much I care? ❤

So I am starting a new series of articles. The first is called the ‘Looking Back’ series.

The Looking Back series is basically me turning back time and writing about my 20 years on Earth. Well, maybe not the whole 20 years. I have no idea what happened in the first 6-7 years of my life. But if you guys want me to talk about those times, I’ll ask my parents and write about those years too. #BestBlogger 😀

Anyway, the first article on Looking Back will be up tomorrow. Do read and comment and say nice things to me.

In the comments section below, let me know what sort of things about my past you’d like to know. That will help me from having to think too much for a topic. I do not enjoy thinking too much.  😛

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My friends read my blog.

I don’t know if it is just me or if everyone who blogs feel this way. But when you blog you put a very authentic version of yourself out there for everyone to read. There is no filtering of words or emotions. You write what you feel like writing and your opinions are very raw. At least mine are, others could write different.

It is because of this reason that I did not want my friends or family to read the blog. I started this blog very spontaneously. I was procrastinating one night, not working on a deadline and decided that I must start a blog. I did not tell anyone about it then because I didn’t think I was going to keep up with the writing.  But I did and today more than a month has passed since I started the blog.

Somewhere in between all of this my friends figured out that I started a blog. I told them about it I guess, I don’t really remember. They did some sort of blackmailing/squeeze-out-the-blog-name voodoo on me and started reading my blog. And I can’t begin to tell you how weird that feels.

Now, the things I write in my blog are the topics I discuss with my friends. So it’s not like I act super causal in the day time and come home and blog about morals and other serious stuff. No, we talk about these things all the time. But when they read it in my blog, I feel weird. I feel like I am being all super deep and unlike me. And that doesn’t make sense.

This whole blog doesn’t make sense right now. Do you guys know why I am feeling like this? Has this happened to any of you bloggers? Do your friends read your blog? Comment and let me know. Please, I need help not feeling weird about my friends reading my blog.

Help. Pleeeaaasee… Thanks! 🙂

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Recently, I got hooked on the topic of ‘morals’. It happened when I heard someone say on a video that people in the United States have no morals. See the video here (The comment, I think, is in Hindi. I am sorry if some of you don’t understand the content because of the language. I’ll translate it later in the post). I do believe that people must have their own opinions and it is not up to me to criticize someone on the way they think or act. However, I believe it is necessary that people make their decisions based on real information and actual facts. Let me explain.

The video is a collection of interviews on what some Indians had to say about the States. So there was this one question which went like this:

Interviewer: “So, people say that Americans have lost their morals because they have sex anywhere and everywhere, on the streets as well.”

Now, what I expected someone to say was  “I am pretty sure they don’t, but even if they do, how is that losing one’s moral?”

Instead I got this.

A girl said “They have not lost their morals, but yeah, they do have sex, in the streets and all.”

A dude said and I translate “Their country and nature is such that no matter where they go, they do “it”. Like, if it’s New Years, they have to do “it”.”

So, is that what people think of Americans? People who have to do “it” at all times no matter what? As in, if it is New Years they must have sex? What about Christmas? Do they not feel like going at it then?

I feel like people are judging each other on certain perceptions. As in, all Americans must be having sex all the time and going crazy because that’s what some sit-coms show. By that logic, all Indians must wear heavily embroidered sarees and golden jewellery 24*7 because all our TV shows have women dressed like that. Like I said before, I don’t mind the fact that every person has his or her own definition of morals, but these ideas must not be based on false facts. I, for one, do not think every American makes out and has sex on the streets. I am pretty sure you’ll get into trouble with the cops for public nudity and similar acts. However, how can a whole country’s morality be judged like this? On a more important note, why do you have to judge? Having sex is a normal act in life and that isn’t something which downgrades you or your morality. If two (or more :P) people want to do something, which isn’t illegal, why should others care? Does it matter if they want to do it during New Years? Is that another person’s concern?

But then, what made me write this post was when a girl in the video said that “India has culture, US doesn’t.” I think she gave this comment for the same question. If she did, then is she equating having sex with culture? Didn’t we Indians write Kamasutra? Doesn’t that then taint our culture? But then again, what is culture? Okay, this is getting too deep for this one article. Maybe I’ll write about culture in another article.

I’ll summarise. Someone said Americans “need” a lot of sex and that is bad morality. I don’t agree  because I see no connection between sex and morality. Someone said America has no culture. I don’t agree because I believe every country has culture, some people in it might not. The same person said India is cultured. I agree. I love my country, even with the many idiots in it.

Oh, there are some really stupid answers in the video. Someone said New York is the capital of the USA. So then another person countered that by saying USA cannot have a capital since it is a continent. Someone else positively believes that Canada is part of the USA. Oh, Obama won the Nobel Prize for Literature apparently. #FacePalm

Don’t judge the whole country on their General Knowledge, please 🙂

I would love to know what all my readers think about this. Let’s discuss in the comments 🙂

Any Americans out there, comment and let me know if you guys make out and have sex on the street. I am curious 😛

Know this about me.

Yes. I am a girl. I was born a girl 20 years ago and there is not a single day I regret being one. Yes, I have mood swings. I have days when I (for lack of better word) bleed and that is okay. I have nights when I can’t go out of my home alone because I am scared someone would attack me. I have parents who tell me to stay away from boys because they can do “bad things to you”.
However, I also have an emotional side that can comfort you when you are down. I have a strong mind that would not let me quit. I also have a heart which would not let me see anybody (humans, animals or the environment) suffer. Oh, I also get to shop for gorgeous clothes and shoes. I collect chap sticks, demand a crown from Burger King, paint on window glass at home and make snowmen with play-doh.
I might not want to put on makeup or wear earrings. I might not want to straighten my hair everyday or make sure my shoes match my bag. And that is my choice. It is also my choice to do all of the above if I feel like it.
If you think I look disgusting, you can look away. If you think I look pretty, you can tell me that. But you don’t have to cat call me or eve tease me when I go partying with my friends. That is nothing but cheap. Very cheap. Have a little decency.
You don’t have to offer me a seat all the time. You don’t have to open the door for me all the time. You don’t even have to pamper me with gifts. Just understand and respect me and my decisions. Respect my family, my friends. Don’t impose yourself on me. It’s easy. Just think of me as a fellow human being.

Why iiSuperwomanii is the BOSS.

YouTube is one of my favourite past times. I adore the idea that some people can sit in their bedrooms and be able to impact the lives of thousands of people from all around the world. There are many YouTubers I love but the top love of my life will always be iiSuperwomanii. She’s BAE.

iiSuperwomanii or Lilly Singh is a Canadian unicorn who considers it her purpose in life to make people happy. She loves her job as the mother of unicorns and enjoys hugging Team Super, her fan following. She makes videos twice a week and has a second channel where she posts daily vlogs of her life. And that means eating Chipotle (Kidding! :P). Recently she went on a world tour and took everyone on a trip to unicorn island. That’s where she lives. 🙂

To just say that she is talented would be an understatement. The woman can dance, sing, rap, make others laugh and be super awesome all day long. She also has sad days and the best part is, she shows us how to rise above those bad days. It isn’t easy, but it isn’t un-doable either.

Watch some of her songs here. Leh is probably my most favourite.

Her videos are damn funny. Check em out here.

She is friends with the ROCK too. And Kunal Nayyar from the Big Bang Theory. And Jay Sean.

The reason why she is the boss is because the woman has the sort of passion I wish everyone in the world had. It does not matter what you want to do in your life – maybe it is to travel to Pluto or maybe it is to be president or maybe it is to just be happy in life. Lilly’s life is an example that you can be whatever and whoever you want to be as long as you are passionate about it and work for it. You can whine about how much work you have, you can complain too. But that must not be the only thing you do. Whine, complain and cry a bit. Then buck up and get to work.

Happiness, Unicorns, One Love, Self-Respect, Passion, Hard Work, Creativity. These words define Lilly. The ever empowering, role model for the millions following her 🙂

Also, dat hair doe. ❤