i'm not dead yet

yo
so sorry I haven't been more active lately, school started around a month ago (which is when I last published) and life has just been completely ridiculous since then. In fact, I shouldn't even be writing this right now. I should be studying for my biology test on Friday, or working on my history assignment, or doing my Math/ Geography/ English/ Hindi/ Physics/ Chemistry homework. But here I am, procrastinating away. Literally all I am allowed to do (by my conscience as well as my parents) when i'm not studying is sleep. Anyway, enough about my mundane struggles with the obliviously competitive reality that so becomes our species.
but I have way more important stuff to talk about right now.
TFIOS. Oh. My. God. Does it get you in the feels or DOES IT GET YOU IN THE FEELS. One of the most beautiful movies i've ever seen ever. Also, I just want to thank Josh Boone and John Green for staying true to the original story and completely luvung up to its magnificence. And ansel elgort. I cant even
best possible augustus waters ever. Im just so glad that it was so perfect and that they didnt let the fans down one bit because lets be real that could have happened *cough*PERCYJACKSON*cough*. I cried a lot though. And laughed. Like, a LOT. my favourite part is easily the egging scene outside monica's house when gus says, "its all dark to isaac." laughed so much I spilled all the popcorn and then bought another because yolo. So if you haven't seen it yet go do so immediately even if you haven't read the book though you should definitely read the book....
Anyway, its that brilliant time of the year again: sale season! Of course, since Im supposed to be studying so hard and all I haven't actually been to any of the sales yet, but fear not! Sale season is NOT something im willing to sacrifice for you know,the most important exam ever and my general career and life after that..... Yeah.
it is also that time when you walk around in a perpetual state of dampness and your hair resembles a porcupine natural birth gone wrong and your underwear won't dry on the clothesline and the water supply is so infected you're almost an expert at puking AND YOU LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT. Yaaayyy monsoon (it actually isnt bad I was exaggerating but not about my hair haha). Though I did get completely soaked today on my way home as I stood at the bus stop for fifteen minutes with water dripping on my head through my umbrella (honestly) and then when the bus nearly drove past me I freaking lost it. Oh well, at least it isnt hot anymore. And i just know that that last sentence is going to jinx everything and I will be mentally cursing myself forever.
what else happened since June 3..... I read City of Heavenly Fire (CLACE) and fell in love with James Rodriguez (yes, the footballer, no, i dont 'follow' football and if you ever tried to make me play football or any sport Id run away screaming and haunt you in the afterlife) and Ansel Elgort and John Green all over again.
ik not quite sure what i was going to write about when i started this post.... Oh right! I was going to do that thing where you make a list of predictions for 10 tears later and set a reminder on your google calendar and see how many come true. So ten years later I will be 24 years and 365 days and 19 and a half hours old. (ohemgee im going to be fifteen :O) Lets do this

Ten Years Later

1) SHERLOCK SERIES EIGHT <3

2) ariana grande and jai brooks will have made beautiful little bbys woooot

3) competitive exams will have been outlawed for children under the age of eighteen (pray pray pray)

4) i will have a life. seriously, if things continue to be this shitty i will become a hermit and never come out of the forest

4) bell bottoms will be back. and they will be huge.

5) germany will have won, again and again (wheeeee) 

6) being thin wont be the aspiration of every teenager on the planet! honestly, thisis so important, you should be healthy and thats it.
7) there'll be this indian boyband called Pretty Wild or something and they will be huge
8) someone will find this blog and make a meme out of it
9) ill have my own house, preferably on a beach with my best friend/ wifey/ husband
10) oh yeah, gay marriage will be legal
11) the literacy rate in india will be more than forty percent
12) ill have a job that i love. please, oh please god please
13) mockingjay will still be the highest grossing movie of all time (excitement!)
14) ansel elgort will still be the hottest guy to ever have lived
15) miley cyrus's latest chart topping single will be entitled 'sorry not sorry' and the music video will feature puppies and rainbows or something

thats all for now! so sorry, again, that i haven't been more active lately :( i promise to do a longer post soon after my exams :( <3
go break hearts, my lovelies
P.S. just saw the chanel fall couture show thingy and woooww
P.P.S obsessed with echosmith (thanks bethany)
P.P.P.S i just got an ask.fm! ask me whatever you could possibly want to know-ask.fm/pujuthepig
P.P.P.P.S kay now bye

why you shouldn't call people sluts and other valuable lessons.

aloha!
so in light of recent events, (in my life not everywhere) i feel like writing about what feminism is and the definition of a feminist because most peeps are kinda confused bout that shizz.
a feminist is NOT someone who hates men. we don't think all women are greater than all men. we just know that we are ALL equal, and we want those privileges which are rightfully ours.
what it means to be a feminist:
it means standing up for women everywhere, and here i feel like quoting the dauntless manifesto:

that is it exactly. 

it means DEMANDING equal rights for men and women. this can be anything, even the right to have bad handwriting. obviously, my handwriting is absolutely disgusting (though completely legible) and my history teacher once said to me, while correcting one of my assignments, "this is so messy.*points at random boy* even his handwriting is better than yours. being a girl you're still so messy?" needless to say i wanted to pulverize her, but i wasn't too keen on getting expelled just yet. so i stood there, said "being a girl has nothing to do with it," and walked away. honestly, i've had enough of double standards. and being judged for being a girl before anything else.

moving on, it means beating the crap out anyone who says "boys will be boys". a member of parliament basically used that to excuse rapes committed by minors. "how are they supposed to help it if they are tempted? everyone makes mistakes. girls shouldn't tempt boys"

oh my, im so sorry i murdered you, i was just too tempted by the expression of cunning idiocy on your face. the thing everybody needs to understand is that it is NEVER the girls fault if she gets raped. she can wear whatever she likes because it's HER body and HER life and you have no right to think that her dressing well means she WANTS you to get tempted. its YOUR fault if you cant control your freaking mind, not hers.

 

does that illustrate my point?

just because a girl wants to wear nice clothes and feel good about herself, that DOES NOT mean she's trying to get your attention and it especially doesn't mean she's 'asking for it.'

what else does feminism mean?

it DOESN'T MEAN hating girls who revel in their beauty. it doesn't mean hating someone who shaves their legs and wears nice clothes, because wanting to feel pretty is a part of being HUMAN and there isn't really anything wrong with that, but SERIOUS RESPECT if you dont shave your legs and wear what you like. so she's beautiful, and she knows it. you shouldn't go up to her and tell her that she's a disgrace to feminism and she needs a life. maybe you should tell her that she is smart, independent and strong, and you would be her friend even if she wasn't beautiful. you're proud of being smart aren't you? and you work hard for it. well maybe she's proud of herself for being beautiful, and she works hard for it too. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH WANTING TO BE PRETTY. but next time you're in a makeup store, ask anyone there if they think boys are ugly without makeup. when they say no, just tell them that you think they're pretty without makeup too and that their boyfriends should care more about what they say and do than if their skin is perfectly smooth.

it means punching anyone who calls another girl a slut. for example:

*girl in booty shorts walks into room*

another girl: god what a slut

me: *punch*

me: ohmygod my hand OW

look, people can wear whatever the hell they want. when you call her a slut, you sound exactly like all those MPs who justify rape. she was showing off her nice bod = she's a slut = she wanted to get raped = it isn't the guys fault = degradation of society everywhere. and think about it, if a guy went around serial dating, no one would ever criticise that, but i've lost count of the number of times Taylor Swift has been called a slut. firstly, her personal life is none of our business, and also, im TWO HUNDRED PERCENT SURE HARRY STYLES HAS DATED MORE PEOPLE AND THAT'S COMPLETELY OKAY SOMEHOW. its sickening, because guys never call other guys sluts if they sleep around, but girls will judge another girl like THAT.

and that, i think is the root cause of the problem, that girls dont support other girls. think about, when is the last time you called some girl a slut? probably yesterday. and when do you think one of your guy friends last called another guy a slut for flirting with someone. he probably never would. he'd just congratulate his brawh for 'getting some'. so STICK UP FOR EACH OTHER PEOPLE! even if you don't like the chick, at least dont let some guy completely disregard her intelligence completely when he simply labels her as 'hot'. STOP OBJECTIFYING GIRL'S BODIES. we are smart, funny, complicated and opinionated. so much more than just 'hot' or 'pretty'. we're people too.

and the worst part is that some girls are so used to getting labeled as simply bodies to mess around with and throw away, they start thinking like that too. but its time we put a stop to it. we have to spread the message that girls can do anything, be anyone. they are strong too. and i will personally beat the shit out of anyone who refuses to acknowledge my existence because i'm a girl, or my intelligence because im 'pretty'. so promise me that next time you see a girl who regards herself as nothing more than a pretty face, you'll tell her how smart she is. or how funny, or creative, or strong, or talented, or confident, or brave. and if you're a guy, you can let her know how hot you think she is, but make sure she knows that she is SO. MUCH. MORE.

personally i know a lot of girls like that, and i think they should be told to strive for whatever they want, and know that they deserve the best. 

it means not telling little girls to wait for their prince to come. you don't need no prince! it means buying blue, green, yellow, red, orange, purple AND pink things for little girls. it means making sure they know that barbie is super pretty, but there's so much more to life like books and play-doh and painting. it means teaching them that girls are smart too. and while every little girl you know might love playing with kitchen sets, you should get them cool stuff too, like GoldieBlox!!

how awesome is that!!

and lastly, it means kicking your gym teacher's ass when he tells the girls to 'sit down' while he makes the guys do push ups. or better yet, get down on the ground right there and do them push ups (well, figuratively, because i cant actually do a push up but i can damn well represent all those badass women who can do a bloody good push up.)

you don't need a guy, okay? you can get your own house, your own car, your own job. you can be a boss. you can be a star. you can be whoever you want to be! dream big. and if you need someone, there are a ton of girls (and guys) out there to help you, but remember that you're amazing on your own.

i hope you understood that feminists are NOT 'man haters' and hopefully that wasn't too serious. thank you so much if you read to the very end! i love you guys, really.

go break hearts, my lovelies <3 xoxo

P.S. TFIOS Premiere!!!! aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! i think ill die if they dont release it in india. also, they totally should because it would make a hell lot of money here. 

i love them SO FREAKING MUCH i want to die

Lists and Side Notes

greetings, earthlings
im in the middle of a particularly long and boring summer that seems determined to neither provide entertainment nor end (side not: hope i get tons of REM sleep so i can have a Midsummer Night's Dream). (side note: im going to start reading more stuff by old will). anyway, 'tis that beautiful stage of adolescence, where everything falls apart and you question your very existence and inherently hate people who seem happy ( its so sunny and byoooootiful!) and you want to be effortlessly cool and stubbornly rude and alone at the same time and mostly you just wish it would END already. i could be a pathetic loser and list everything wrong with my life right now. so i will
Everything Wrong With My Life Right Now
1) i  might have cried because i may have been dumped for a guy by someone who is possibly lying to me and who is probably the only person at school that doesn't hate me (this entire list may be rather exaggerated).
2) i was super happy when that person dumped their downright stupid Ex Boyfriend but the guy I got dumped for After that is ten million times worse, and yes, i see the irony. and idiocy.
3) i really, really miss two people. both of whom i cant talk to for completely ridiculous reasons.
4) it is my last year of school. and i should be studying madly for my Final Exams Ever but here i am instead, writing a blog that no one reads.
5) five is basically this weird toxic thing thats been going on forever, that i really want out of and that i really cant write about.
6) i didn't really have a six
7) um. everything sucks?

more lists bc yolo and idek:
My Favourite Movie Soundtracks Ever
1) 500 Days of Summer- best. soundtrack. ever.
2) Divergent- this sounded amazing during the movie i dont really know if all the songs are good
3) The Bling Ring- kinda different but i love it

The Best Book Soundtracks Ever
yes, i know books dont have soundtracks but these are just a lot of great books where they mention a lot of great songs
1) The Perks of Being a Wallflower
2) Saving June
3) Will Grayson, Will Grayson (take the nerdfighter census here!)

Why Gay Marriage Should Be Legalized Everywhere
1) the government has no right to dictate who you fall in love with, or what you should feel.
2) "it isn't natural" honestly. just get over yourself okay? there have been gay people inhabiting this planet for as long as straight people. AND THEY ARE COMPLETELY NORMAL! its just love right? one human to another. how dare you think you get to decide if what someone feels is right or wrong?
3) its true, the main point of humanity is to ensure our continued existence (the only instincts we're truly born with are DON'T DIE and MAKE BABIES) and gay people cannot have children. and there are millions of kids out there who are in desperate need of loving homes.
4) a kid adopted into a gay/lesbian family will definitely have a good life, because they were wanted and prepared for and their parents have already been checked out by an adoption agency, which means they most certainly aren't drug addicts, alcoholics or abusers, unlike some straight parents. and there can never ever be an unwanted, 'accidental' child.
5) all people are equal. no one asked to be born the way they were, therefore we cannot be punished for it. they have commited no crime in being who they are, they never asked for this, for your opinion on their lifestyle or sexuality, and all they need is your acceptance and support, nothing more.

Things I Want To Do Before I Die
1) write a book
2) learn how to play the guitar
3) own a library
4) get a really, really weird haircut
5) see the arctic monkeys in concert
6) change over my wardrobe completely. like from one season to another, just chuck out everything i had and buy a TON of new stuff
7) teach
8) have one of those super interesting jobs that no one ever actually wants like bartender/taxi driver/ air hostess/ receptionist/ anything to do with a cruise ship
9) have a relationship worthy of hollywood/bollywood.
10) learn how to fight

My Favourite Met Looks! (should i do Cannes next post??)
MET GALA 5/5/2014
                                 

da bae is SLAYING in Stella McCartney

i am honestly in love with this dress|| Suki Waterhouse in Burberry

brilliant. also i have no idea who that is, but the dress is Prabal Gurung

honestly, she can do no wrong.||Anne Hathaway in Calvin Klein

Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield|| i love them way too much

Taylor Swift in Oscar de la Renta|| business in the front, party in the back

she looks a little strange but whatever|| Victoria Beckham

 in Victoria Beckham (i've always wanted to say that!)

and i just had to post this picture of Suki bc she 

was the side bae but now i think she's the main bae...

i think thats it with the lists. or maybe ill just do a few more:

What My Three Wishes Would Be If I Had Three Wishes

1) to get to live with Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil

2) go to Hogwarts. for all seven years, as a witch

3) you remember that place, in The Devil Wears Prada, where they take her for her makeover? there. i want to get lost in there 

Why I Dont Wear Makeup (i do a wear a little sometimes, im talking about the full on, everyday stuff)

1) it doesnt make me feel prettier, just more conscious, because im always just like, have i put it on properly? is it smudging? do i look like a clown?

2) i have NO IDEA how to put on eyeliner, and 'Drunk Panda' isnt really my kind of look

3) all i can think about once i put it on is taking it off

4) i'd rather sleep for ten more minutes

5) i dont own any

Who I Would Never Pick As A Boyfriend (dont even know why i'm writing this bc im going to be forever alone hahaha)

1) anyone who hasn't read Harry Potter or TFIOS

2) anyone who would rather be invisible than fly

3) anyone who's favorite Arctic Monkeys song isn't 505 or Arabella

4) anyone who actually thinks Alex Turner should be dating Arielle (you belong with alexa!!!) 

like. come on.

and that is truly it with the lists!

A Note To Parents, Teachers and Self Help Book Writers:

we're teenagers, okay? we like being our angsty, complaining, depressed selves. it makes us feel cool. we don't want to meditate, or make ourselves feel happy or 'go out' and 'make friends'. we just want to sit at home and stew in our misery (obviously not all the time, we party it up pretty well too). but the point is, we know you're trying to help, and we love you for that, but sometimes you should leave us alone. sometimes we just CANT tell you how we're sad because we got dumped (because we weren't allowed to have a boyfriend anyway) or that our best friends are lying to us about what they're doing or who they're doing it with or whatever shit is really going on. and thats okay. we will get through it, we have our friends (mostly) but what im trying to say here is, just let us be. we dont know who we are either, and thats what we want to find out. 

and that is the end of this post. i hope you i didn't bore you to death, and THANK YOU SO MUCH if you read the whole thing. what were your favourite met gala looks? let me know and tell me what you want to see next post in the comments!

go break hearts, my lovelies <3 

Bummer Summers

aloha, (non existent) internet fanbase!
its summer. -i am fighting serious high school musical inspired urges to get up and start singing. WHAT TIME IS IT? SUMMER TIME! ITS OUR VACAAATION! (lol jks i'm way too lazy)-
anyway, if you live in the western/southern/ i'm bad at geography hemisphere and have no idea what im talking about, lemme break it down for you. out here in the blessed land that is india, we have three seasons, summer, not summer, and the beautiful -EXTREMELYDESTRUCTIVE- monsoon.
so yeah.
its summer.
anyway, i feel like writing about something different this time, instead of just going on and on about my eeshtupid life. and i was like, you have to write about summer. fun in the sun. but no. cause i don't like no sun. (except in the winter. haha. the grass is always -okay you get it). a majority of this summer is going to be spent thinking about fashion  (more details later in the section called The Blissfully Uninteresting Paragraph Whichmostofyouwillskip About My Insanely Swagnificent Life). and, you guesssed it, i was like why not do a post about summer fashion. yeeeesss. may the force be with you.

My Favorite Spring/Summer Collections This Year

1) Runway/ Fashion Week (spring summer 2014)

 

Burberry Prorsum at London Fashion Week.

 understated elegance. that is all.

check out the full collection here

Just Cavalli at Milan Fashion Week

personally, i adore (most) of this collection, but it definitely isnt for everybody

more pictures here

Oscar de la Renta at New York Fashion Week

i freaking love Oscar de la Renta collections from the

 bottom of my heart, and this one is no different.

more beeyootiful clothes here

Christian Dior Haute Couture Paris Fashion Week

endlessly glamorous, effortlessly sophisticated. 

all together a wonderful collection that screams NEW while still being inspired by the old,

and can i just say, SILHOUETTES. wow.

and i have to give a shoutout to one of my favorite runway shows ever: Christian Dior Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2013

Miu Miu at Paris Fashion Week

bright and bold and deliciously playful, this collection has me head over heels

more coverage here

A few random favorites from fashion weeks around the globe: 

Ellie Saab, Paris Fashion Week

Chanel Haute Couture (best. show. ever. also, Cara Delevingne asdfghjkl)

Christian Siriano Runway Show

so my out and out favorites were definitely Miu Miu and Just Cavalli, with Oscar de la Renta coming in close behind. this summer seems to be all about light fabrics, great silhouettes and bold prints.

2) Campaigns

    my definite favorites were:

Dior Spring Summer 2014 Campaign (more for the concept than the actual clothes)

and again with Chanel. also, how adorable is Lindsey Wixon?

i really wish i could get my hands on this collection somehow. oh well.

absolutely stunning campaign from Salvatorre Ferragamo

not that sure about the actual clothes tho.

..  

gotta love motavator fashion (i realize this isnt high end but i had to give it a mention)

beautiful campaign is beautiful.

possibly my favorite ever. can we all just stop for a minute and appreciate that first blouse?

all in all, if i was super rich and people actually cared about what i wore, i would be freaking happy with the offerings of this summer. 

The Blissfully Uninteresting Paragraph Whichmostofyouwillskip About My Insanely Swagnificent Life

well, i promised. and here it is. so. its summer. and im in the tenth grade, and in india you give this super important exam at the end of the tenth grade that is going to basically decide the rest of your life. actually, you give ELEVEN exams and called The Board Exams ( because they're organised by this central 'board' of education called the Increasingly Corrupt and Sadistic Establishment, or something) and i am going to have to pass them with flying colors next march. so yeah, i have to spend this entire summer studying. boohoohoo. and the reason that im going to have to spend time thinking about fashion is because my school is taking part in this fashion show competition and my best friend and i are in charge *does impromptu dance of victory and happiness and nearly drops laptop*. the theme for the show is 'yin meets yang' (dont ask) basically, opposites. and while i love fashion and fashion choreography and clothes and modelling and all that good stuff, im kind of desperately stuck for ideas. oh well. other stuff about my life that i will go through really fast:

DIVERGENT ASDFGHJKL

instagram loving xD ( @rujutasingh )  #followme #pleasestopyoujustsoundstupid

its summer (did i mention that already?)

rekindled love for Pretty Little Liars (ezria!!! )

bethany mota. i wuv bethany mota. (AEROPOSTALE COLLECTION IS WOOOW)

and lastly, i want to go shopping.

go break hearts, my lovelies! xoxo <3

p.s. I HAVE A CARA DELEVINGNE OBSESSION BC EYEBROWS THAT IS ALL

  

Dear I.C.S.E, you suck. sincerely, me:)

Yoooooo people!
sorry i've been..... not here.
but here i am!
ok. so. i am ANNOYED right n- hold up!
HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY!!! (cue music) so 65 years ago, a bunch of old dudes signed a really long (and convoluted) bunch of papers they'd been busy writing for about... three years. yup. and then the constitution came into force and we became a democratic republic and everything went boom yeeehaaw. actually, they passed the constitution on 26th november 1949 and 'adopted'(no, it wasn't an orphaned baby) it on 26th jan 1950. BECAUSE in 1930, that was the date the congress declared we were an independent nation! (#fail) ah, wikipedia. where would we be without you? has anyone ever wondered why we have two national holidays related to our freedom from le british? (because the government is trying to confuse us beyond our general confusion at life) its because when we got independence from the british, we actually didnt have any kind of constitution. we were like a kindergarten class with no rules. or teacher. so then, because too many kids started getting play doh in their hair or crayons in their mouth or whatever, the oldest, nerdiest kids got up and made a bunch of rules, which we will follow for ever and ever! (yay) (by the way, too bad if you aren't indian. MWAHAHAHA)
so after that indecently informative history lesson, we can move on to what i was talking about before my brain so rudely interrupted me. im anNOYed. as some of you may know, im in the ninth standard. and in india, in the tenth standard, you give the Indian Certificate for Secondary Education examinations,(or the cbse's or ssc's) fondly called the board exams. so in one year, i will be giving these exams and be forever done with school. (yes eleventh counts as college cause we're that awesome) but none of this why im annoyed. no
so you would think that spending six hours studying in school everyday and approximately two to three hours studying at home everyday not to mention more than two whole months before the boards would be enough to pass. but no. some genius somewhere came up with the idea of creating a website called crackicse.com which has online quizzes on our entire physics, maths, chemistry and biology portion, and you need to do one or more of them every day or they tell your parents AND YOUR TEACHERS. and these quizzes actually count for twenty percent of our grade. and obviously, it is extremely easy to cheat on these so i dont even see the point. and i swear, if you tried doing the quizzes you would see what i mean. they contain a collection of the most bizarre, unhelpful, frustrating and unintelligent questions EVER. but it doesn't stop there. whichever genius thought making life harder and more school-centered for teenagers was a good idea, thought it was also a good idea to have distracting PORNOGRAPHIC ads on a webpage which requires students to think about the refractive index of diamond at the same time. do these people even think???? i mean firstly you are ruining kids lives by making them do more painful, HORRIBLE work than they already have to. and no, parents and teachers, i am not going to 'just be happy' because a)it doesn't work that way and b) i have absolutely no interest in this stuff! i do not want to do physics or maths! EVER! so just leave me the heck alone. i just finished another one of those stupid quizzes. and the worst part is that those suckers who came up with this whole thing must be SO proud of themselves. like, oh we're helping a bunch of kids crack their board exams! all the while ignoring the fact the fact that THE EDUCATION SYSTEM SUCKS! we learn nothing! literally, eleven years of schooling, we've become so textbook oriented that we can do nothing without pre written text. its just like that Phineas and Ferb song: they say imagination is mortally wrong.
of course, their brand of conditioned restrained imagination is perfectly fine. but thats all bullshit because two of my current teachers literally do nothing but read from the textbook. i am NOT kidding. she comes into class, opens the textbook and makes a kid read out loud. she never ever deviates. no extra out-of-syllabus info. and then you have these crack icse nutters quizzing us on the same, dead, boring crap. why dont they realize that for a generation of smart people they should make us THINK?? i am so sick of cramming lines of text into my head. and never applying it anywhere. and no one can even tell me why i need to know this stuff. the best answer they can come up with is 'to pass the exam'. wow. slow clap. im sorry but i dont want to spend half my life having my memory tested by unintelligent exams. id rather go exploring or something, and learn about random, amazing stuff that might be useful. YES. i am dropping out of school and going backpacking around the world. oh and crack icse, while you're trying to get kids to passthexampasstheexampasstheexam maybe you should think about trying to inspire kids to do something amazing. not irritate and bore the shit out of them so that they have no hope that their life could ever be fun and they get depressed hate everyone. you could say that kids will get depressed if they fail the exam but i assure you, those kids are not getting helped by your quizzes.
anyway, enough of this. in conclusion, you're unhelpful and you SUCK :|
sorry for a kind of angry/boring post. next time will be more funny, i promise!
Weekly Favourites:
1) this book!


2) this blog <3


3) this new youtube channel: itsGrace subscibe!


4) this song:

5) and this sexy beast <3
 
hope you liked it, even though it was a bit boring. thank you SO MUCH for reading, i loaf you! <3
comment telling me what you think about the education system in india :D
ciao!

Star Power

i feel like Sherlock right now :/
no, not because i just did something incredibly intelligent. because I'm mind numbingly bored. 

 indeed.

I'm on vacation right now, and i have no idea why because no one in India celebrates Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever else it is that we're supposed to be on vacation for. I'm beginning to think that we have one too many breaks which is ridiculous because i really dont like going to school (this just proves how bored i am). really, we were on vacation in October (for a legit reason; Diwali). you see what i mean? anyway, im not going to complain about unlimited internet time. it sure beats chemistry. 

Since the only interesting thing to happen this vacation is nothing, im going to talk about other peoples lives. Particularly, famous people. 

Have you noticed how completely obsessed our generation is with famous people? Its like we're living vicariously through them. We can't have that beautiful limited edition dress or that around-the-world vacation, but they can. And stalking them while they live their glamorous lives is almost as good. Also, with twitter and facebook and youtube and instagram, we feel like they care about US. It brings things down to a personal level, giving us that second of attention we crave (don't think im judging, im much the same). When they look straight into the camera, it feels like they're talking to you, like they want to know you, like they really do love you.

 it feels amazing to read stuff like that.

And who knows, they probably do (wow, that rhymed). And no matter how much they tell us that they're just normal people like you and me, we can't, or won't, believe them. Either because they're beautiful and rich and they have all these pretty things and the whole world loves them, or because they're everything you couldn't be. Or, worst of all, they're younger than you. By the way, good for you if you're like my sister and couldn't care less that someone two years younger than you is world famous. (For some reason, i dont know too many people like that). Forgive me if i'm making it sound like we're all insecure little jealous nobodies. that's not what im trying to say, i know most people are proud of themselves and happy with their lives. but im sure EVERYONE has had at least one instance wishing it was them being interviewed on the red carpet. 

ah they're all so beautiful.

And the best (or worst) part is, that so many of our favourite stars and celebrities (J.K. Rowling, now the seventh richest woman in England; Nicki Minaj; Justin Bieber; Leighton Meester, actually born in a jail; Eminem, the list goes on) come from average, 'middle class' backgrounds. This is reassuring and inspiring at the same time. They turned their lives around didn't they? so can we. and maybe we will, maybe we won't.

Remember that Selena Gomez song, Who Says?

the one that goes 'Who says you cant be in movies? listen to me, listen to me.' well its all good for the people who are in the movies, and not so good for the people who desperately wanted to be in the movies, but like my sister said, "who says we want to be in the movies?" im not saying there's anything wrong with wanting to be famous. heaven knows i do too. but in the meantime , try to care a little bit less about what (or who) they wear, what they eat, who they like, what they don't like and i will try to stop obsessing about how Taylor Swift can be friends with Lorde and Selena Gomez at the same time.
oh, and just a few perks about being not famous:

 

no one would care if this was you.

or this. (though she does look beautiful, as always)

and no one is insanely obsessed with your divorce

(the poor things)

anyway, we're not famous, no one cares, whoop-de-do. im just really thankful that no one is taking pictures

of me all the time and i can go around being a ridiculous penguin.

finally, im sorry i haven't blogged in a millenium or so :P i was just.. busy (yeah, right). hopefully ill be blogging a lot more now. i have no idea why but i have this sudden urge to go shopping right now :s i've already been to Coaba Causeway (which is this super long street FILLED with tiny clothes shops and everything there is beeyootiful and less than 500 bucks which is like 8 dollars and its my favourite place on the planet) twice or something this month. i should restrain myself. YOU DON'T NEED MORE THINGS OKAY. okay. maybe ill just go look at all the pretty things and cry.
also, new years eve is coming up! yay! NOT. unfortunately, only of my friends is here this time, and our plans include the internet and pizza. WE SO EXCITED.

feelin the love

let me know in the comments if you have any NYE plans :) 

and my five best things of the week are:

1. my new phone!! aaaaaaahhh :D 
2. Lana Del Rey music
3. superwoman videos

 

    4. taking pictures with my new phone :D

   

    5. and meeting my cousins last monday :D this also includes shopping for my cousin's wedding which is next year and i am super excited about it :D :D mostly im excited about the lehenga (a lehenga is like a dress in two parts) im wearing, which is at the tailor presently. i cant wait for it to get back.

Sadly, this vacation does include a lot of homework and studying which i  actually have to do :( thank you so much if you've read the whole thing, i love you guys sooooo much <3

xoxo -TheGirlBehindTheGreenLetters

needing Miracles

Change. Change is the most beautiful thing in the world. It's the only constant in anyone's life. And it's what we need, more than ever, RIGHT NOW. Things are going from bad to worse. This country is falling apart, the world alongside it. I feel so many things burning up inside me, and I feel like there's nothing I can do. I'm one person in a billion. I WANT to do something, fight this injustice, scream and shout and fight till something CHANGES. But I know already that nothing will. Am I being pessimistic? Am I giving up before I begin? But like, get real. What can one person really do in India, a country ruled by the powerful, the selfish, and the corrupt? All I know is that even if I'm fighting a losing battle, I WILL fight. I will not sit here and watch this madness anymore. Everyone is born with the right to live. To do what we want with our lives. To wear what we want. To go where we want. To say and do what we want. STOP TAKING THAT AWAY FROM US.
Fine, you're a poor, uneducated, starving, tired desperate guy. Your life sucks. You're frustrated. You deserve better than this. How can some people have so much more than others? Look at those kids. Happy, rich, satisfied, content. Look at that girl over there. She's so pretty. But what is she wearing?! Is she crazy? That can't be allowed. Really, she needs someone to teach her a lesson. Girls should be quiet, meek, timid little things. Not bold and walking out on the streets flaunting their beauty! And anyway, what have you got to lose? You don't have two coins to rub together. So what if she goes to the police? Jail might just be better than this. Her hair looks amazing. You want her. She's alone anyway. How stupid of her. Doesn't she know she has it coming? Men are allowed to take what they want. She should know that by now,  and protect herself if she doesn't want to share. So you walk up to her. Wow, she's even nicer up close. You take what you think is rightfully yours. You ignore her screaming (god, didn't anyone teach her about indoor voices?!) and crying. She deserves to feel the pain. She deserves to feel as much as you had to. You're only trying to teach her a lesson. Be a weak little shy thing. That's what girls are meant to be, and you're making sure she won't forget it. Once it's done, you feel slightly better. Powerful, even. She may be rich, but she couldn't stop you! You WILL have  your share of happiness from this world. You don't care that you just ruined someone's life. That her life will now be much worse than yours. That it wasn't her fault she was rich and pretty. That maybe if you'd done an honest days work in your life you could be not-hungry too. That she was completely innocent. That she had just as much right as you did to roam the streets. That she was just as strong as you were. An equal. And that taking away her happiness, her beauty, her purity had done nothing for your own. That you were a pervert, that you didn't care about other people. Why should you? No one cared about you. Of course, it never occurred to you that if you cared for someone they might care about you too. That you just left a girl to die.

I'm so sick of this. Sure, I can rant all I want on here, but out in the world, nothing changes. This prejudice is set so, so, deep in people's minds. It's going to take a miracle to stop the crimes. There are so few good people out there that its scary. So few people who will stand together for a cause and FIGHT. There are people who say things but don't really mean them. People who are so incredibly selfish that they wouldn't bat an eyelid over having charges dropped, convicting the wrong person, bribing the authorities, influencing a jury, if it means a few more lakes in their kitty. There are the desperate, the ones who have nothing to lose. If they take a few others down with them, who cares? There are the afraid, the indifferent, the ones who'd rather-stay-out-of-it-thank-you-very-much. They don't want to fight the system, because the system works for them. Who cares if a bunch of people die? People die anyway. There are quitters. The ones who say this a losing battle, so why fight?  Nothing's going to change. There are the selfish ones, the ones who are safe enough to really not care. There are the tentative believers. The ones who know something has to change, but they won't go out  there and change it. The ones who would rather be wronged than go out and do something scary.
And then are the rest of us. The tiny bunch of people who will hope, who will dream, who will keep  on fighting, no matter how often they scream at us and push us away and strike us down. Because I  know my rights. I know what I want, and I know what I deserve. And I'm going to make sure I  bloody well get it. There's no point depending on others to do it for me. The government doesn't give a SHIT. The government probably doesn't even want anything to change. They're rich, they're happy, and they're going to keep getting rich, the country can go to the dogs. Fine then. We're going to step up and fight for ourselves. maybe, just maybe, if enough people want it, our miracle will happen. things can change.

Spoiler alert

PERCABETH JUST FELL INTO TARTARUS THIS IS NOT OKAY IT CANNOT BE ALLOWED THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT NO THIS CAN'T HAPPEN WHO ALLOWED THIS. I CAN'T. ASDFGHJKL.
the sea of monsters and the mortal instruments both finally released in India :D in the same week! You know what my best things are going to be next week ;) I can't wait to get my hands on house of hades!!!!!! Books are proof that humans can do magic :D alrighty, I've got to go do dig through mymountain of  homework :( go read books my lovelies :) ciao.

the mess in my head. now on the net.

hi. im sorry i haven't blogged in- wait. why am i even sorry about that? its not like anyone cares about this. i am feeling absolutely like CRAP right now. its weird because i was happy a few hours ago. but everything is just going wrong. its all so awful that i dont even know where to start. and you know what the worst part is? the worst part is that i feel guilty about feeling miserable. like who am i to not be happy? i have food, books, parents, friends, an education, clothes and a god damn roof over my head. i should shut up and put on a smile because there are people who dont have ANYTHING and somehow it feels disrespectful to say i hate my life, when some people would give anything to have one like it. but i do feel awful. so the guilt adds into the already there misery, which makes me feel worse which makes me feel more guilty and on and on and on. there are so many things that make me feel like crap right now. maybe i should make a list. (do you guys hate it when i make lists? im sorry, but they help a lot. brilliant. i have OCD)
ok, so i just realized that this must be sort of boring and depressing.... whatever. its not like anyone reads this. and besides, i need an OUTLET, for gods sake.
so. here goes.

1. i feel like im losing friends. like one a day or something. ok, thats not true. maybe i just never had any friends, since i feel like an outsider all the time. at school, i feel like such a fake. its like i have two personalities. in school and outside school. i have no idea what outside school is, but in school me is some totally-different-but-totally-like-everyone-else girl. or maybe theres something wrong with me, because even this post is sounding fake now. the thing is, at school -idontwanttoadmitthis- i dumb myself down. a little. sometimes. and i just feel very... not like me. im a different person. i act like one of them. hell, i become one of them. i dont talk about feminism and being an atheist and wanting to go out and rebel and fight the system and CHANGE something and actually sort of liking science and hating some of the people i supposedly love and wanting to kill this guy for being a sexist stupid PIG and feeling so different and wanting to go hide and read a book and hating them for being so rich and pretty and stupid and wanting to throw eggs or rocks (preferably rocks) at this person in the staff's (i cant say who) face and standing up for something like how my school's administration is completely ridiculous, scheming and corrupt.whew. i really needed to get that out. so im going to try to be myself in school, and see how it goes. im not putting up this charade to keep my friends any more.

     2.   my parents. oh gods, my dysfunctional, we-really-need-to-sort-ourselves-out-and-we-are-ruining-               our-daughter's-life-parents. i mean, they are so weird! they fight like shit, but minutes later its all 'oh               we're a perfectly happy family who love and understand each other'. sorry, but i missed the mood                 flipping switch in the assembly line. they need to decide right? if you love each other, stop freaking                 yelling the house down every day. maybe they can deal with it, but i CANNOT. i dont even know                 why i feel so AWFUL hearing them fight. i mean, so what if they don't love each other? they still both             love me (i think, though they apparently dont care about me hearing them yell at each other). but its               impossible not to feel awful. i want to run away, hide under the covers, yell at them, cry (not                         necessarily in that order). ill be out of here in three years. hopefully ill survive that long.

    3.   the state of my country. obviously, this isn't like a personal problem or something, but its still getting               me down. and this is one thing that i really cannot do anything about. sure, i can do something, but in a           country with 1.2 billion people, not much is going to change. and its not just india either, its the whole             world. what on earth (no pun intended) is happening?!?! its like this planet is no longer a fit place to live. its definitely not a place i'd want to bring a kid into. everywhere you look, something's going terribly, awfully wrong. i used to be the type of person (or maybe i still am) who could still see the good stuff in between all the bad. like a little kid whose parents can barely afford to send him to school working hard and making something of him/herself. or people standing together and fighting to change something. a little bit of happiness among all the violence and destruction. like the sun setting over the sea. but its really hard to find the good stuff these days. there's death everywhere i turn. death, hatred, rape, hunger, poverty, anger, destruction, ignorance, corruption... hats all i can see. when is it going to stop? enough is bloody well enough. i swear, if one more helpless girl gets raped or if one more guy stares at me on the street i am going to fly to delhi and take over the country after killing the prime minister for being so freaking incompetent. and the men in this country. god. i hate them. at least half of them are illiterate (which is the governments fault), selfish, sexist, awful, perverted, freaks (their fault). and nobody is doing anything about it! yeah, the lame ass prime minister will come and make some impressive speech, the people will get pacified, and NOTHING will change. and you know why? because half the people out there don't want it to change. all those cosmetics companies (the industry is bigger than the food industry), the film industry, those uneducated MPs, those people who think women are nothing but mindless bodies and shouldn't be allowed to have a voice much less a life. the biggest problem, for sure, is the rate of illiteracy. (government again) who do you think would go around raping people? obviously some ass who has nothing to lose and doesn't know any better. someone who was never taught to respect women. someone who just wants someone to have it worse than him. no way am i going to pity a rapist, but im just trying to say that they also have a reason for what they do. and they know they probably won't get caught. (government AGAIN, but legislature this time). there is obviously a whole different side to the rapists, this time, the rich and powerful. they also know they probably wont get caught. and all of this, all of this, stems from the belief that women are weak and we won't fight back. well guess what? we're not, and we fucking WILL. enough is ENOUGH. we aren't going to sit down and take it anymore people! we are more than pretty faces, more than just bodies. and our purpose is much greater than the continuity of the human race. for this to change, the whole world is going to have to stop, think, and reprogram. in india, i'd say there are two huge reasons for the ridiculous number of rape cases, and several smaller ones. the first reason has several smaller things behind it. basically, its a combination of how women are disrespected, and hidden away and put down. because of all this, men see women as something to admire, use, and put away. and they also think of us as absolutely as their disposal. on top of all this, dating is completely frowned upon in india. (i dont think i can say government this time....) dont ask me why, because i have no idea. if two people like each and want to go out and have some fun, why shouldn't they???? there was actually this whole protest against the restrictions on dating and other stuff called the pink chaddi campaign. read about it here. so when men see a pretty girl dressed nicely (this could be anything from beat up jeans and a top to a pretty dress) walking down the street, all this stuff together somehow leads to them thinking that they have the right to harm her. like how dare she look pretty? she needs to be taught a lesson. or if they see two people kissing, they'll think oh, she was kissing that guy, she won't mind kissing us either! its sick. if you live in this country, i strongly advise you to learn karate, buy a gun (not pepper spray) or get your boyfriend to drop you home everyday. but obviously, we don't like feeling weak or needy, so we strike out on our own. unfortunately, in this godforsaken hell hole, if you dont know how to defend yourself, you ARE needy. (i can gladly say GOVERNMENT again). a week ago, a journalist got raped by five men while following up on a story. rape is the kind of thing that you think will never happen to you, but that unfortunate girl could easily have been me or my elder sister. and those asses actually thought they would get away with it. thankfully, they messed with the wrong girl. she went straight to the police once they let her go and they caught them in two days. ( i can proudly say government again) score one for brave girls. so the first cause is that girls are put up on a pedestal and sort of revered in this twisted way. that means that fi you're pretty, you're automatically doomed. and dont even THINK about looking nice outside. i have never worn shorts on the streets alone. ever. not even in the summer, and this is INDIA we're talking about. its not like i give a shit about what people will think or say. i do it for myself because i DO NOT enjoy being stared at, whistled at, followed, gestured at, etc. so thanks, but im going to stick with jeans until (me being optimistic) something changes. and im going to work HARD for the change.no way am i going to live my whole life like this. im going to go learn self defence and carry a penknife with me (inspired from my best friend whose blog you can check out here), but im also going to join every protest i can and voice my opinion and go yell at the PM (if i can)

as promised in the last post, im goignt make a list of the five best things this week. (oh no. more lists)

the sun, sun, sun! we are getting some seriously epic weather.

re reading percy jackson :D <3

jack and finn harries coming to india <3<3

yummm. (you can wonder whether i mean the ice cream or.....)

finally getting off my lazy butt and buying some chocolate

cafe frappes

yeah, mine didnt look like that :/

thats it for now my lovelies! have a wonderful rest-of-the-weekend. xoxo, TheGirlbehindTheGreenLetters <3