Do not dare make me feel ashamed of being a woman!

Why are we doing this? Why are we mocking a woman over someone's victories or losses? Why are we sharing those memes and forwarding those absolutely shameful messages? Do we realise this gives rise to what? And what happens when our messed up mentality discusses this? Imagine, your daughter,  your wife, your girlfriend, your mother. Actually don't, doesn't matter, you will still mock other women if not your own. How many women are beaten up each day? Why are they beaten up? Ever imagined? Either the food they cook wasn't cooked properly, or maybe the man is just very drunk, or horny and the women refused to have sex, or maybe she did something that she isn't SUPPOSED to do. Now guys, there is a long list of things not to do for a women. I'm sure I will need some 100 blog posts to write all of them, not today.

I have friends who respect women. Who I feel are normal human beings, but then don't they mock women for being bad drivers or for being possessive and motherly or for caring too much, being weak physically? They do, so many times, and they don't realise that this stupid mentality goes a long way in ruining the mindset. I'm a firm believer of 'A ocean is made by drops of water' and yes that one stupid comment that you pass, fucks up the whole system. Why can't we just try and stop? Why just men, women are against women in this world as well. Common people,  women have died fighting a brutal rape. Kids are being raped daily. Parents don't want girl child. I don't want a girl child, why, because what is the point? And so much risk involved, I can't see another life being ruled over. Things are messed up, but atleast we the educated class can act a little mature and responsible. It's no more a joke, it's a serious mental condition, that needs to be dealt with right now. I don't know how, but I will keep fighting with everyone who says otherwise, not matter if I'm the only one in the crowd of 20-30-40. Do not dare make me feel ashamed of being a women, do not.

Ouch! What an end to the haters of love!

She was wind - you wouldn't notice her, until she walked right past you. She would get awkward every time you turned around to check what was that feeling of extreme happiness that walked past you moments ago. She would drown in her own inhibitions, and yet emerge victorious every time you challenged her. She was wind.

He was a cyclone. It was impossible for anyone to ignore him. He was the disco ball of every party. He would confidently look into your eyes and take your breath away. He would win every challenge that came across him with grace. He was in love with himself. He was cyclone.

And when they met - oh! isn't it pretty easy to guess? The wind was lost in the cyclone. She whirled around, up and down, round and round, she didn't know what was happening to her. She was dancing like she never had never before. But soon, the dust joined in, and then the wind and the cyclone couldn't breath. They wanted to break free but dust was powerful. But hey did they give up? The wind lost her trust, she was lost in her inhibitions, she had stopped breathing. The cyclone kept fighting, he kept fighting for himself, he wanted to break-free no matter what. But the dust was powerful, and he laughed at them, he mocked them, he threw them around, and he entered their hearts.

But who knew, the the wind will suddenly wake up, and try to breathe, and try harder, and she did. She whirled around like never before, danced exactly how the cyclone had taught her to. She danced, and she grabbed the cyclone, now they both were one.

Dust gave up. Too soon? But who will have the guts to challenge, a love so pure? Cyclone calmed down, her hug had worked, he kissed her, and they both came to a stand-still leaving the dust alone. The dust came dashing to the ground. And ouch what an end to the haters of love!

Hey girl, isn't this a beautiful world?

A million stars adored the sky that night, lying on the green grass, she stared at the moon and she asked, "Is this why the world is so beautiful?"

The man in the black tshirt, playing the game of beats, dropping it, throwing it above, trying to drown everyone around, with what? Just joystick, and maybe the head that wasn't in the conscious anymore. The green light would dance with those beats and spread like a wild fire spreads in a jungle. The water couldn't stop glowing, it looked as though it smiled, those crazy humans were craving for some more, and the water was there, lying, calm, in its own world, untill some splashed it to stay with the beat.

Trees talk. They didn't lie. Trees really talk. They tell you how insanely crazy nature is. It drives you, literally. It keeps you grounded. It lifts you up and throws you right at the bottom without even hurting you.

The energy in the air is just a mind-game, you try to control your mind, your energy gives up. Energy is rather adventouros, it wants you to let it be, it wants you to explore, it wants you to never stop, energy is addictive, it will drive you nuts, yet you won't stop smiling. It's a simple mind-game. 

"Your hands and legs want to move,let them move, do not control the energy, let those trees talk to you, let the music drown you, let that joystick give you a nightmare, let that water calm you down with a splash", she told her. 

Walk on those dried leaves, go hug someone, put your hands in the air and let loose, try, just try sticking your ear to the speaker, maybe maybe, you will find all your answers, maybe you will believe in magic, because magic my friend is the only reality, everything else is an illusion.

And so the girl answered her own question,"This is why the world is so beautiful, yes, it is."