Dear reader ,
Something had died in me , something had been dead for long and smell of it been gone has infused strongly into my senses . I had no urges to be who I cannot have been without working it out piece by piece . I never made friends , I never was a fashion magnate , I was never the nerd . I was always this regular girl , no anger to shed . Off the Indian ethnicity for years and then pushed back to the same old tedious task of being the good indian girl . I fought. I feared . I fought again.
Eventually I realized that my dreams were not realistic because they were only dreams not real thoughts . To come in terms with the real world is probably the most difficult thing for an indian girl . She's always taught of how to behave because one day she will be the mistress of her husband's household and then nobody will teach her how to love or be friends or cook . This era might have changed , girls meet boys , become friends and fall in teenage love and eventually dig deep in trouble trios but have we - creatures of emotion changed ? Not really I suppose . How would u react to a teenager committing suicide ? Maybe angry or pissed or sad? The emotion there is - it's just getting to much , I can't take it anymore . And here it's - part of growing up . In the midst of this 'kumar avastha 'troubles for an indian girl , her parents face the worst of their little women and their education to being chaste women. Sometimes it's annoying , makes reach the brink of madness but then in the end of the day only those who just live their life for their families win the hearts of the members of their family and those who learn to live are women called the unchaste and black sheep . A society where no matter what happens , u have to live . If u try to commit suicide, ur man will call u weak , if u want to break the rules the society will call u stupid , if u want to breathe , ur conscious will call u selfish . For some people this might be a nightmare , for me - it's a way of life .
Love
the bullied grown up !
Something had died in me , something had been dead for long and smell of it been gone has infused strongly into my senses . I had no urges to be who I cannot have been without working it out piece by piece . I never made friends , I never was a fashion magnate , I was never the nerd . I was always this regular girl , no anger to shed . Off the Indian ethnicity for years and then pushed back to the same old tedious task of being the good indian girl . I fought. I feared . I fought again.
Eventually I realized that my dreams were not realistic because they were only dreams not real thoughts . To come in terms with the real world is probably the most difficult thing for an indian girl . She's always taught of how to behave because one day she will be the mistress of her husband's household and then nobody will teach her how to love or be friends or cook . This era might have changed , girls meet boys , become friends and fall in teenage love and eventually dig deep in trouble trios but have we - creatures of emotion changed ? Not really I suppose . How would u react to a teenager committing suicide ? Maybe angry or pissed or sad? The emotion there is - it's just getting to much , I can't take it anymore . And here it's - part of growing up . In the midst of this 'kumar avastha 'troubles for an indian girl , her parents face the worst of their little women and their education to being chaste women. Sometimes it's annoying , makes reach the brink of madness but then in the end of the day only those who just live their life for their families win the hearts of the members of their family and those who learn to live are women called the unchaste and black sheep . A society where no matter what happens , u have to live . If u try to commit suicide, ur man will call u weak , if u want to break the rules the society will call u stupid , if u want to breathe , ur conscious will call u selfish . For some people this might be a nightmare , for me - it's a way of life .
Love
the bullied grown up !
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