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A Conversation in Heaven

I lost my life 77 days and 34 minutes ago to the most unexpected of tragedies. It was exactly 70 days ago that I realised that I was granted a place in heaven, and that it was going to be my humble abode from now on. One day while exploring this new realm, I finally comprehended that I could have a conversation that would have seemed unfathomable just a few months ago with an inspiring individual that I was lucky enough come across on heaven’s official video chatting platform: BOON.  This is a glimpse of how the conversation went.

Interviewer: Hello ma’am, it’s an honour being in heaven with you. How has it been for the past 60 years?

Freedom Fighter: I hope your ride to heaven was comfortable. As for my existence in heaven, it’s been pretty enlightening and distressing watching what’s been going on in our home country. Can’t say that things have turned out to be the way we predicted when we first fought for freedom.

Interviewer: Why do you say that ma’am?

Freedom Fighter: Well, the very problems that existed nearly seven decades ago still persist in different ways or forms across the country. Whether that be women safety and discriminatory issues, poverty in our country, discrimination against lower castes, illiteracy, colourism and so much more. I thought these would be issues of my past, but unfortunately, they were a part of your present as well.

Interviewer: I wholeheartedly agree. Even the very soldiers that protect our country are often not treated with respect and given the financial remuneration they deserve. How do you feel about that as someone who fought for freedom for the very nation they protect?

Emblems of Indian Army in Ladakh, India

Freedom Fighter: It’s a shame to be honest, considering how soldiers are ready to sacrifice their lives to protect the people and integrity of the nation. You would expect people to appreciate it more, but the sad truth is that people are so caught up in their own lives that they don’t respect the ones that make sure they don’t have to feel unsafe or enslaved in their own motherland unlike us, or the millions of people caught up in the cycle of poverty and capitalism, those who can’t even afford one square meal in a day.

Interviewer: Absolutely! India has the maximum number of poor people in the entire world. The LGBTQIA+ community faces a lot of discrimination and bias. Caste and religion based discrimination still exists, and while things have gotten better, we still have a long way to go. Ma’am how do you feel about the religious riots that have been going on in our country at the moment?

Freedom Fighter- It’s disheartening to see the people that fought together as a united front against the British forget that they’re Indians first, and not recognise that the hatred they have towards each other’s communities has resulted from nothing but propaganda. But it’s also been a great at times, watching young kids speak up for the rights of minorities and marginalised communities, the government finally abolishing Article 377, our athletes making the nation proud at international level and so on and so forth. We’re moving forward, but this war isn’t over yet.

Indian Olympic Team for Tokyo 2020 Olympics

Interviewer- Certainly ma’am! Thank you for taking out your precious time to talk to me. I hope my mortal Indians down there come to the same realisation, so that that we can truly become a free and independent India.

Now that you’re aware of what the very people who sacrificed their life for us believe, I hope you’re able to analyse, realise and empathise. Thank you for reading! (Are you wondering how a dead person is able to post on a living/mortal people site? Let’s just say that hacking wasn’t something I was bad at, when I was alive like the rest of you!)

-A Dead Person

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Spinning a Story

This amazing proposal was put forward by Anisha and I am really thankful to her for creating this incredible chain.

I was nominated by Saanvi and I’d like to thank her for allowing me to be a part of this, below are the rules for the same:-

  1. You have to continue the story from where the previous person left off. Make sure your addition is around 200 words long. Don’t go more than 20 words above or below.
  2. One person should continue after you.
  3. Every person who participates allots themselves a number. I’m number 5. Keep updating this number as this thing exchanges hands. If you’re number 10, you can only nominate the host again because she will then end this story.
  4. Link to number 0 and the person who wrote the part before you so that readers who haven’t read the previous part(s) are able to. There’s no need to link to all of the people who wrote before you since the host will keep adding all the parts in her number 0 post.
  5. Obviously, copy-paste this list of rules in your own post.

You can find the first post here: https://magicquill17.wordpress.com/2020/06/23/spinning-a-story-for-my-200-followers/

Part 0
Ashton didn’t understand the logic of Physics being taught at school. According to him, it was basically overanalysing a rolling ball. He could not grasp why or when in his life would he ever need to calculate the velocity of a rolling ball. Or the amplitude of a simple pendulum, as the towering Miss Rhonda was teaching them to at present.

He checked his watch for the umpteenth time in two minutes. Time always seemed to slow down here.
Just as he was nodding off, his eyes were inadvertently drawn to the crude ball-and-string diagram on the whiteboard. Maybe it was because he was so dizzy, but the black-marker pendulum seemed to sway slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them back again. The pendulum stopped. The sound of the duster being whacked on the table snapped him out of his reverie.

“…and you better pay attention, people, because I’m gonna test you on Oscillations next Tuesday. This is…”
Ashton yawned. Her tirade would continue for another two minutes and then she’d resume teaching, hoping the threat of the test would make students listen. Not him, though.

His eyes went to the pendulum again. As he looked, it started– what was that word Miss Rhonda had said?- oscillating slightly again, seeming to hypnotise him.

Part 1
The hypnotist, however, seemed novice, because Ashton would fall into lulls, only to be snapped out of it with a heightened sense of reality. But this time it was different. A blocked nose and itching throat were not good signs. He peered down at his arms and saw blotchy red patches that hurt when touched. “Oh no,” it dawned upon him that a member of the feline species was in his vicinity.

For the first time in his academic career, he raised his arm. “Excuse me Miss, I need to go the nurse right now.” “What happened to your face?!” To be fair to Miss Rhonda, his face had indeed turned ghastly pale. Her eyes darted from his hands to his eyes, the back down at his neck- dare one say, oscillated- and she decided to let him go lest she catches whatever that has infected him.

Ashton was strangely calm though, because this wasn’t a deadly infection, it was just an allergic reaction, nothing that an epipen couldn’t solve.  However, one thing was still bugging him, and it was the strange motion of the chalkboard drawing. Was it just his eyes playing a trick upon him? But then he saw it.

A small Siamese cat was standing upwards, holding a piece of chalk, about ten feet away from Ashton in the middle of an empty hallway.

Part 2
Ashton stopped dead in his tracks. His feet seemed to have conveniently stopped receiving messages from his brain, and thankfully so, lest he should allow curiosity to get the better of him and make his allergies even worse in the process of acting on it. So he stood right there, gaping at the oddity- hypnotised yet again, only this time by the sly, crystal blue eyes that bored purposefully into his. And then, almost imperceptibly, the cat winked.

The bell rang overhead, as if to say ‘Earth to Ashton!’, and he was jolted back to the present, where his fellow schoolmates were now pouring out of their classrooms and swarming the hallway, obscuring his view of the Siamese wonder. Or had it even been real? Shaking his head, he wove his way through the noisy crowd and turned the corner to the medical room.

Once inside, he flung his backpack onto the lone iron-framed bed with its sterilized white sheets and flopped down next to it, heaving a sigh.

“Struck again?” said Miss Jocelyn, who insisted on being called Dr. Jocelyn even though she was but a nurse, bringing him his usual concoction. Ashton screwed his eyelids shut, pinched his nose and pushed the horrid thing down his throat in two quick gulps.

Part 3

With the potion down his guts, he went into the land of nod, solitarily to meet those crystal blue eyes again. 

Ashton found himself leaning against such a skyscraping tree that he could see the clouds hugging the lush green canopy which sat over it as the hat of the sorcerer. Unwinding at the blissful sight, he saw a beguiling figure walking towards him. 

“Remember me?”

With the words stuck in his mind, he noticed her eyes. It was the Siamese cat from Miss Rhonda’s class but it looked different. Before him stood a handsome elegant jane who was in her early twenties. He was perplexed and yet unshaken. 

Standing beneath the endless sky, Ashton and the blue eyes stood in a loud silence. Gaping at the daylight, embracing the stars and the everlasting purplish dark azure, it was this oscillating motion of the heavens that made them contemplate the unending loop of the universe. How startling yet easing it is to conceive the gospels of the world which bounds us to an infinite cycle of breathes. 

She placed her eyes upon Ashton wanting to answer his curious mind, explain the laws binding us to this place and the obligation to apprehend it, alas there was a paralyzing force that ceased her motive.

Part 4

The once clear sky grew darker, strong gusts and a roaring noise filled the air. 

“maybe we should run!”

But Jane knew better. The warnings had begun, and running would only make things worse. She needed to bring Ashton to the queen before too much damage was done. 

“this is a world you created Ashton, and it is falling apart.” 

Her words echoed in his ears for a millionth time, but his mind still unable to understand. Of the in numerous things he was expected to process, only one truly made sense. His dreams had taken an extremely unanticipated turn. 

On their way to the castle, Jane revealed to Ashton the story of this world. A hundred questions clustered his mind but somehow, he wasn’t the slightest bit alarmed. It almost felt like he belonged here.  

Beyond those castle gates, prevailed the city Ashton had grown up envisioning. From the smallest houses in the far corner to every one of the hundred rooms in the castle, Ashton had seen it all before. what was happening ? had he really created this world ?

While he contemplated the numerous explanations, Jane went on about his commitments to this world. If only he had been listening. 

Part 5

As he walked towards the gates that towered before him, he felt an eerie force build up in his sternum, as if he was finally delving into a realm that felt like home. It was then that he became conscious of the fact that the strange Jane had fallen silent.

He turned around with the pestering need to have his questions be answered, only to be left staring at the wiggling tail of the feline walking away. Agigated, he called out, “Jane!!” , rushing towards the little creature. The eyes that had seemed to draw him in earlier, now reflected a strange knowingness. The screech of the doors opening startled him, but hypnotized, he walked into the green expanse of uncertainty.

Little pink and blue houses greeted him, with the courtyards bustling with activity. As he walked still in a trance, the homes transitioned to a colorful marketplace. The buzzing market with its luscious tan footpaths, and cute little shops, suddenly fell mum. He realized that people had started to deviate from his way, forming a sort of red carpet for him to walk through.

Children whispered in their parent’s ears, and the adults seemed both startled and happy, as they bowed in his presence.

The golden castle stood in his vicinity, the gates opening before him, compelling his feet forward. As the gates to the castle opened, a strange light blinded him, blinking open his eyes to phosphenes, only to come face to face with a life sized portrait of himself.

I nominate Deeksha to continue the story.

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50 WAYS PRIVILEGED WOMEN FACE MISOGYNY

Last night was really weird for me, I was mostly quiet during this entire DT “scam” and her extremely shameful claim to fame because I didn’t want to deal with another highly misinformed and disrespectful human being. But then I went and thought about it, and realised that it was impossible for her to have unintentionally ignored the prejudices and issues that privileged women like us face, because well, she is one of us. So last night I made a list of the misogynistic crap that most of my female peers have to deal with, despite living in cities. ( Disclaimer: Our problems are not even a speck compared to what women across the world and in rural areas face, and comparing our situation to theirs would be highly disrespectful to their grievances. But keeping that in mind, I thought that’s it’s still very important to bring attention to the crap still happening in urban cities). So, here are 50 ways privileged women living in urban areas still face patriarchy and misogyny :

1) Most of my female peers are not allowed to stay out beyond a very strict curfew, unlike most of my male peers.

2) We are not allowed to step out alone (not talking about apartment complexes), unlike most of my male peers.

3) We are slut shamed on the basis of our clothing choices, by our family and the authorities in schools, colleges, etc.

4) Women are expected to want to become a mother, and shamed for not wanting to experience motherhood.

5) They are not given the recognition they deserve in important fields such as sports and technology.

6) We are expected to be more well behaved and homely than our male peers, and know how to do household chores, because well, we’re females.

7) We’re shamed for being feminine, because apparently embracing your femininity is a sin (you run like a girl!! *insert condescending laughter*) OR shamed for not being feminine enough.

8) Women are not allowed to breastfeed in public, and have to often resort to breastfeeding their babies in dirty places such as public washrooms.

9) Fathers are way less likely to take care of their babies even if the mother is working, and them taking equal care of the baby, is thought of as a great achievement. * Beta, sperm tumhara hi hai! Shocking, is it?*

10)When the child does something rebellious or wrong, it is more likely for the mother to be blamed by the society/ her own family.

11) Various restrictions and conditions on women joining the armed forces.

12) Women are told to sit in a certain way. ( “Do not spread your legs when you sit, beta!”)

13) Instances of patriarchy and misogyny are deeply rooted in our families, when the male members of the family are given more respect and control with and/or without asking.

14) Women often have to ask permission from their male guardians / significant others for the decisions they’re making (“I gave my wife permission to work.” *wOw, what a great man you are*) , while a lot of men are not expected to be held accountable to their female partners.

15) A girl is expected to be more mature and responsible than the boys her age.

16) Stark difference in salary between men and women in almost every industry.

17) Females have to face differents forms of sexual harassment everyday on the streets.

18) Women are shamed for embracing their sexual desires, and are called various humiliating names.

19) When a man has been with several women he’s famed as a playboy/ Casanova, while a woman is labeled a slut.

20)A wife is expected to consider her husband’s family as her own (or even above), even if he doesn’t have the same regard or love for her family.

21) Women are shamed for not wanting to live with their in laws after marriage.

22) Females are shamed for not maintaining the house, even if both of the spouses are working.

23) Creepy DMs and pictures

24) Women are pitted against each other, and female friendships are not given the regard they deserve.

25) Men often use physical intimidation tactics in verbal fights against women ( entering her personal space, using your larger body to your advantage).

26) Their male peers are often give more preference in jobs even if they hold the same qualifications.

27) Menstruation is still a taboo.

28) Parents being overtly protective of their female child, while giving a considerably large amount of freedom to their male child.

29) Women are shamed for only having female friends

30) Shamed for having male friends

31)Women are expected to go out at night only if they have a male companion to act as their bodyguard.

32)They are shamed for being bold,and not quiet and demure.

33) Women are expected to balance both their careers and their family, while it is okay for men to prioritize their careers.

34) Women are mostly complimented for their looks, and the way their body is shaped, is often given more importance to than their heart and/or intellect.

35) Women are given away by their fathers in marriage ceremonies.

36) They are expected to adorn all the signs of being a married woman (16 SHRINGAAR)

37) POCKETS

38) Women are portrayed as props in movies. Although, we now have some really impactful female led movies, baaki sab mein they’re still showpieces. *Indian cinema for the win, people!!!*

39) Using abuses like bhenchod, motherfucker, etc. NOTE: If you’re a feminist and you do it too, then you’re adding to the never ending pile of misogyny, remember that 🙂 .

40) Oh! Let’s not forget how women are portrayed as stupid and demure in Indian soap operas. *And pati pujaarans too, of course*

41) Have you ever listened to the seven vows in a Hindu marriage ceremony? If you haven’t, please go and listen to them now. (THE ACTUAL HINDI VOWS, AND NOT THE MELLOWED DOWN ENGLISH VERSIONS ON THE INTERNET.)

42) Sexist husband-wife jokes. Your dad cracks them too 🙂 , and If he doesn’t, then http://www.godaddy.com .

43) The pro-life movement (you care more about a clump of cells than an actual living-breathing woman. WOW.).

44) YOU’RE NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS. YOU’RE A WOMAN AND A GOOD DRIVER? WOW * earth shattering sounds*

45) The notion of an alpha woman is still unacceptable in society, and being headstrong is looked down upon. * an alpha woman isn’t as attractive as an alpha male, is she? *

46) Women are expected to comprise in marriages ( yes, it still happens. I’ve even heard it myself, and not ones but numerous times). Also, having to change our title to Mrs. Kyun? Tumhaari abbreviation toh abhi bhi Mr hai. Oh! Let’s not forget the ‘surname changing’ concept.

47) Using male pronouns is the general norm and using male specific titles is way more normalised.

48) Unsolicited beauty advice * nahi chahiye tumhare beautytips, thank you *

49) Our entire freaking race is named after your kind:

HuMANs, MANkind, MAN and wife, HuMANity 

* AB HUM BOLE? * (sounds familiar, doesn’t it 😉 )

50) Having to list first our father’s details over our mother’s before marriage and then the husband’s name after marriage in official documents such as passports (while a man doesn’t have to change it to his wife’s name after marriage).

If you have actually gotten to this point without skipping through the article, then I’m proud of you. And if you haven’t then please go through every freaking point. THIS IS WHY WE NEED FEMINISM IN IT’S TRUE SENSE. SO JUST ONE REQUEST- REALISE, ANALYSE, AND EMPATHIZE.

Disclaimer- All the comments written in asterisks are completely sarcastic in nature. This disclaimer is just for the one percent of the population that doesn’t get sarcasm or chooses to completely to ignore it.

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The Traditional Edit: All Black

“If there’s one combination that it is almost impossible to go wrong with, it is all black.”

Hey Guys! Hope you guys are enjoying the summer! I shot this look yesterday, and heaven help me, even though it was daytime, the sun decided to bid me goodbye… And trust me, it was a farewell that I was very disappointed with. But anyways, I did manage to click a few pictures that I was happy with.

I’m back with a very different look this week; a modern retelling of a saree. Indian traditional attire has always had a very special place in my heart ; from stealing my mom’s saris and jewellery, to learning to actually be able to carry it with elegance and confidence, a lot has changed, except for the fact that I still haven’t stopped stealing my mother’s Indian pieces.

I got this sharara made very recently and loved how it looked, thought of other ways that I could wear it, and it is then that I came with what I like to call a “Shari”, that is, a sharara sari.

The key to a contemporary traditional look, is keeping it simple. I’ve used a beautiful black dupatta with the same accents as the sharara, wrapped around like a sari. It is the monochrome tone that is making the look come out so beautifully. I’m wearing black from head to toe. Right from those simple black earrings, to plain black heels (A dull gold pair of heels might work as well). Keeping my make up fresh and simple, I’ve styled it in such a way, that it is a look that you can rock at cocktail parties, weddings, and even college or school farewells for that matter.

That’s all for today. Thanks for reading, and I hope I see you guys next week as well!

P.S- The earrings and blouse are mom’s, though I did DIY the straps.

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WHAT MAKES AN OUTFIT A STATEMENT?

What makes a statement? Is it the outfit you wear, the way you wear it, or the confidence you carry it with. However expensive, beautiful or chic your outfit may be, there is nothing in the world that can dim it down, except your own insecurities and you being uncomfortable. YOUR CONFIDENCE IS A STATEMENT. It is knowing that you like what you’re wearing, and you’re truly comfortable.

When I decided that I was going to start my own blog, I knew that the first post had to be something that I personally and truly believed in. It had to be the very foundation this blog is based on. So my first post isn’t just my start into this journey, it’s a message. I chose to start this blog because I simply and truly love fashion,travel and all things lifestyle. What I choose to wear, how I choose to wear it and where I choose to wear it, is always my decision. It is my body, and I and only I will be the judge of how I think I should be.

So, on a more casual note. Hey Guys! I’m Paakhi and this my blog. Thank you for taking out time to read what I had to say, and I hope you remain a fixture throughout my journey.

Outfit Details

P. S-When I bought this top, I had no idea that neon would become such a trend.

Top- Shein  

Boyfriend Jeans- H&M

Shoes-Local shop

Bag-Shein

Hoops-Local market