Remembering A Hero.

I don't know her name. Nobody did. But that won't stop the whole country from remembering her as the braveheart who indirectly awakened the whole country of India to the common women's plight. They say that every 20 minutes a women gets raped in India.If that isn't scary I don't know what is.
                  Women have been raped for a long time but when the Delhi braveheart got raped in a bus and thrown outside on the road with her companion for an hour, India raised its voice.Everyone, whether it be the youth or the more older generation, raised their long forgotten voice and protested against the rape of India's daughters.
             I wonder, if she had even thought about the possibility? The possibility that when she boarded an empty bus with her male companion that she would be raped by  6 men and that this would cause one of the most biggest uprises in India. She probably didn't, no one did but regardless it happened and a few days back India's young braveheart was fighting for her life in a Delhi hospital , she was airlifted to Singapore  but after numerous surgeries and so much strain, she died but not before giving her statement and having the devils responsible arrested.
         Protests still  rage on and they may die soon this young lone warrior will live on in every Indian's hearts as an icon of courage because the kind of troubles she had are by no circumstances ordinary and she was strong till the end.
R.I.P. 

Merry Christmas! (and a few other thoughts)

Well, its the end of the year, and it just feels so unreal. It feels like it was only yesterday that I was roaming around in shorts, sucking popsicles and now here I am, freezing by butt off, covered in layers upon layers of any sort of clothes I could get my hands on (really, anything) and the fog is like an enormous white blanket covering the whole city. I mean I can't even see the trees from my apartment?!?! Its crazy! but more on that later.
       So, we survived the "apocalyse" (yeah, right) . I mean most people would look at this as a chance to take life by the horns or some other cliche they use in a shrink's office but everyone I know is lamenting on Facebook how they were just waiting for the world to come to an end, (last time I checked they didn't really have an express pass to heaven did they?). But I think everyone is just plain tired, cause I sure as hell am. I need something to excite me but now even this blog doesn't, I mean lets be honest, the only person who reads it is my best friend, that too after pestering her to read it. But maybe it starts out like this for everyone who gets famous or maybe I'm just a loser uploading post after post onto a depressing blog which no one reads? Maybe that is life? I always thought that each life had some sort of story to tell. Maybe I was wrong.Too many maybes and not enough sureties......hmm.This was a weird Christmas, for sure. A lot of thinking, not too much doing! But hopefully my unbelievably boring life will unravel into some spectacularly, famous story but odds are they won't but that doesn't mean that it won't be a good story, right?

Every life has some inspiration, some effect on others, all we can hope for is that our lives affect people in the right way.

By the way -  Merry Christmas! 

Money. money, money!

Money is a fickle mistress. Everyone should know that. Sometimes I really think that good times are utterly ruined by money. Don't get the wrong message, all I want to is to give out an observation so, in the risk of sounding rude, take it or leave it.

                                   Money, is omnipresent.Its the truth, everywhere we go, everything we see almost always will be tied back to money.I wonder what it would be like to live in a land where money was a foreign concept? Maybe we would barter? But the world I know, is too far gone for such a drastic change, but that doesn't stop me from wondering, right? 

                                  At some point or another everybody's lives have been affected by money, for the better or for the worse but money never favors someone all through their lives. At some point, it will simply stop being on your side, I mean was it ever on your side to begin with, was it just an illusion? Like I said, fickle mistress.

                                 Its hard to write about it, because it bears no loyalty, it has no soul but how then, can it still play such a major deciding role in our lives? The mind boggles.

                                They say that man kills for one of three things - Passion, Greed and Money. 

                                 Would the person who invented money gone through with it if they could see what it has done to us? I wonder.....

                               

Hold Your Breath.

Alright, so I want to basically talk about a very common enemy in almost all of our lives -  school.
   Horrid for most, prime time of their lives for some, school is a very prominent part of people's lives regardless of whether you were -
1) the most popular kid in school
2)the most picked on
3) just in the middle of these two.
                    It plays a huge role shaping you up for the rest of your lives. Which of these three options am I you ask? Well, I'm a transfer kid so I usually go from 2 to 3 and before I reach 1, I get a transfer. Frustrating, right? Sometimes, I feel myself holding my breath in school and it feels like that, like school is just someplace where you have to hold your breath and adapt and when you get back home everything turns out to be okay.But , somehow I still feel like I'm hiding my true self in but I can't figure out how.......teenage years, huh?
                      But if I've learnt something from movies like Cinderella Story, never keep an ugly secret that can embarrass you because the evil stepsisters and a mean cheerleader will make the aim of their puny lives to reveal that in public.
                       Back to the main point, I think I'm too much of a chameleon sometimes, probably because I'm too scared that as soon as I start to open up , I'll get transferred.Its like being torn between two worlds which are as different as heaven and hell.
                       But I over think a lot of stuff, someone remind me not to make this blog about myself! :)

The tale of Pigey , the pigeon....

I was going to blab about perfection today but I've been distracted by the sight of a one-legged pigeon. The pigeon (whom I'm gonna call pigey for the duration of this post) was just like any other monotonous feathered bird from the top but when he started to walk.....well, limp I noticed how he relied on a sole leg and then he took off leaving me at the window yelling "Pigey, pigey, come back...." Yeah, pretty sad, eh?
                         I think we take too many things for granted.Lets start with my generation, what my parents look to as a privilege, we take for granted as if it were as common as air....want an example, hmmm...... - the Ipod, Iphone, Ipad , pretty much everything "I" and our cellphones. Bet that one hit the heart, huh? But all this aside, sometimes I think we get really muddled up in life and a little too much sometimes. When do we take time out to smell our coffee? We gulp it down with ferocity because we're late for our jobs or chores or whatever. How can we live in such blissful ignorance? I mean to say, come out of your shells, please! These materialistic shells which delude the everything of significance from our eyes. We should feel lucky to be able to walk, to talk, to sing (even if it sucks) and to be alive.And man should take each and every one of these gifts and put it to good use because then only can we leave the world knowing that we have made it a better place from when we first came in. So, don't spend your life hiding in this hypothetical shell, embrace your gifts and you embrace life and all that it has given you.

Analogies+teenage brain = ?

I am a bottle.
A bottle of emotions ranging from sheer happiness to the lowliest form of misery.This bottle that I am has been shaken and thrown across the room with such great force that it is a wonder I haven't broken.I think it is this forceful journey that brings out the best in us but also introduces us to our most demanding time of life.Is there a break from this forced, unavoidable journey? - No.Is there an easy way out? - I think we would have found it out by now.We think there are cures but they are momentary and they fade.We succumb to the mere confusion that is so contagious. Are we children? Are we grown ups? Who knows?Do we fight this phase or do we surrender?I don't have any answers and I don't think anybody does. We are on a path... but the destination? - Unknown.So what do we do?You tell me.
Okay, I have literally NO idea where that came from.I swear, I'm not high.

Cyber-bully.

Yesterday I watched this movie - Cyber-bully and I didn't know what to say or think after that. Tina Meier was mentioned so, I Googled her and found out about her daughter's suicide. Megan Meier was 13. I never really gave much thought to cyber-bullying. When I made an account on Facebook, my parents and my sister gave me one guideline to follow - never friend anyone you don't know. I took this rule coolly thinking that why would I, I wouldn't know what to talk about with some stranger.....but when you don't have friends and you feel all alone, anyone would accept a request because no one wants to be lonely and it feels better knowing that there is at least one friend even if he is someone you have never spoken to or seen.
                                         The internet is universal. So is bullying. And cyber-bullying  is the most dangerous form because its all anonymous. You could be a bully for all you knew, posting a nasty comment on someone's picture or status, spreading rumors about someone - I'm not accusing anyone but what we might do or say thinking of it as a joke might actually hurt another person deep inside and could do some irreparable damage. Lori Drew thought of it as a joke but she drove a vulnerable 13 year old girl who was looking for a friend to the point of killing herself, Drew might not have meant to, but it happened anyway...all actions have consequences - think carefully about yours.
 P.S. - I f anyone wants to talk about this or any other type of bullying they might have faced, feel free to comment anonymously.

Diwali -2

Ok, so today the 13th of November is Diwali and before when I wrote all happy and cheerful things about this holiday, I forgot some absolutely crappy things.I promised to be unbiased and believe you are going to get just that....
                        Alright, now I posted a picture of firecrackers yesterday when I was teeming with excitement, I think that was partially because I had stuffed myself with ladoos beforehand and was jumped up on sugar, I wrote about how pretty they are and they sure are but its sort of hard to notice the pretty lights when a bloody rocket bursts outside your window! The morons lighting crackers on the field need to take a freaking eye exam unless they really want to set the building on fire! But my personal issues aside, all these cracker create a butt load of smoke and pollution which basically means that the next morning when I look out my window the city's covered in smog and that sucks!
                         And get ready for the most heartbreaking part, dog owners beware- All the noise from these fireworks are loud by human standards which means that to dogs its like rubbing glass on a blackboard.....I can hear them barking helplessly outside and I live on the 21st floor!?!?
                         And these crackers aren't exactly cheap, a lot of money on a rocket that whizzes up to the sky and bursts open showing you colours, sparkling a bit here and there and it disappears into the smoky atmosphere polluting it a bit more.
                        Man, I can actually smell the smoke from the crackers. A bloody good job we are doing for the next generation.....

Diwali! -1

So, you might be wondering, what the hell is Diwali? Whats this chick on about? Well, Diwali is a festival here in India. Here's how you pronounce it - Dee - waa (open your mouth!)-lee. Okay so, pronunciation aside its basically the festival of lights and at night it looks so amazingly beautiful. Out of the darkness little pops of light jump up and fight for your attention in so many colors, every balcony is draped in these lights and little diyas(lamps and lanterns) outside homes, are lit welcoming you  and don't get me started on the sweetmeats!!Oh, ladoos and gulab jamuns! Anybody who does not know what they are - Google them!  I'll add a few pictures too!

          So, the gist of the story basically goes like this -

 After Rama, a prince was unfairly exiled by his step-mother for 14 years, accompanied by his faithful wife, Sita and loyal brother, Lakshman.

In the midst of these 14 years the evil king of Lanka (present day Sri Lanka), Ravana kidnaps Rama's wife, Sita and Rama searches for her and while tracking her, he helps the monkey king's brother. Sugriva who was wronged by his elder brother, the king. While helping Sugriva, Rama also gains his friendship and the friendship of another important character in this epic- Hanuman. Hanuman becomes Rama's ardent devotee and even sets Lanka on fire while trying to take back Sita. So, in the end Rama and Ravana have a show down which results in Ravana's demise and the triumph of good over evil.

           As I mentioned before this is just a gist there are much much more details that I haven't mentioned like Ravana having  10 heads! Its very interesting and one of the most respected ancient works of literature in Indian and world history, the Ramayana . (If you want to read it, there are numerous english versions available)

So when Lord Rama (yes thats right Lord Rama because he was actually an incarnation of a very important God, Lord Vishnu) returns home after 14 years, his subjects lit lamps all over the kingdom to celebrate and thats how Diwali came to be.

These little diyas are so inviting!

Imagine a whole sky full of them!

Intro!

Hi people! My name is , well can't tell you that  but even if I did you would have a hard time pronouncing it! Call me A.P.R.! As you might have gathered from the blog name, I am an eight grader and i want to give an outlook from the typical eight grader's mind but don't worry i won't turn it into an online journal of conflicting emotions. I live in India and it is so diverse here whether it be the food, the clothes , songs, dance etc. For all of you who are pondering on the Eat, Pray, Love trip, I will be telling you about how India really is, not something you see in the movies cos lets face it, they could have shot it in Bangladesh and we wouldn't know the difference! So, count on a true outlook of India, unbiased and i also love food and DIY crafts so a few snippets of them too!
Don't be hasty to judge me, you never know what you might find in here! and i know i might not gather a lot of readers and thats okay but if you do like what i write don't be afraid to write a little something to help me keep it up or if you disagree with what I say you are still welcome to criticise!