International Women's Day- A Myth.

8th March, every year, is famously known as International Women's Day.
Women can be a crucial part of so many lives.

As a mother-  A pivotal role. Teaching a child how to walk, how to speak, how to be strong enough to face the world in the worst circumstances, preparing to be the best, the first teacher to an infant, sometimes unnoticed, being a single mother, giving all the love of both a mother and father, working independently for the well being.

As a sister- Fighting with the brothers, protecting and annoying siblings, always being there by his/her side.

As a daughter- A treasure, a beautiful gift that any parent may have, pride of the family.

As a wife- Support system to the husband, nurturing with love, affection and abundance of caring

This is not it, a woman can be a lot more, a teacher, a best friend, a girlfriend, a soul mate, a business partner, and what not. (Does the society even care about what else a woman can be? Doubtful. )

Well well well, the problem we have today, is that people see women just as a mother( a selfless housewife), a sister (to look after households), a daughter ( to get dowry) a wife ( to remove frustration) and that's it, nothing beyond these. Women having their own identity is an absolute rarity. Why? Hmm. It's something we all ponder about. Since forever, the never ending prejudices and stereotypes against women expect them to behave in a particular way and oh, the stereotypes even decide what a woman's existence is supposed to be like.

Women are way beyond gender roles, but do people understand that? Nah. Not yet. Situation is so tense in the present generation that we still have people asking ""Why do we celebrate women's day? Isn't that sexism?" often, this question is asked by fools unaware that we also do celebrate International Men's day on November 19th, every year. Calling Women's day " An act of feminism to propagate women empowerment" is what some hopeless people would say, but then again, society nowadays is all about saying and spreading rumors and scapegoating and dwelling on stereotypes anyways.

Leave alone our esteemed prestigious "oh so fundamental rights providing" country, India, where, lately, in the past one week, already, a girl has been sacrificed, a girl, who made a video to give out her opinions on National politics, was threatened to rape, a girl who was 3, who was barely learning to walk and talk, was molested by her own uncle, a woman, who was elderly, molested with her intestines ripped off, a girl, who was killed by her own parents because of her sexuality and a husband murdering his wife because he was caught cheating, yes, In one week. So applying how many weeks we've had, and how many we would be having in the near future, one can definitely sum up the amount of crimes against women. Okay let's move beyond India, Middle East, Oh my Middle east! 
Women are not allowed to talk, women are not allowed to walk, women are not allowed to drive, women are not allowed to marry whom they want, women cannot wear what they want, women are severely punished for their choices, women are kidnapped for sexual pleasures, women are treated like trashcans, women are forced to have kids even when they're raped, young girls have their genitals mutilated because "they want to protect their girls from rape" or whatever, Oh the irony, when these people who care so much for their women trade them and sell them for money. What?  Women seem like oil to them? and why? because Jihaad has decided this is the role women play, and who's the biggest fan of this Idea?
Our dear ISIS, Of course.

Any attempt anyone makes to stop these, boooom! shot dead.


Long stories short, let me answer some frequently asked questions.

"Why women's day?"
Because sometimes a woman's Identity is forgotten and crushed under the superficial stereotypes of the society.
"What's the big deal?"
 At least one day in a year a woman, pressurized by the prejudices and predetermined notions, realizes her worth.
"Women's day is just a show off stunt by feminists" T
aking down misogynists is not just the only goal we women have in our lives, if that was our only goal, you'd be gagged by now. :)
" Why do women get so serious? It's just a joke."
 Just a joke? well, these jokes are the ones which propagate sexism, no matter however funny they may seem, so keep that sense of humor to yourself and crack jokes on better topics. ( I mean, there's Trump)
"Women are so emotional about everything. Why?"
 Everyone biologically have emotions. If you don't then you need a psychiatrist, you're abnormal.
"Why do women want to do everything that men do?"
Well, firstly who decided which gender does what? Anyone can do whatever they wish to.

Happy International Women's day, to all the beautiful women out there. Live, laugh and conquer. Nobody's to stop us, we are who we are and nobody is to define us but ourselves. Screw the societal dictionary. Screw the stereotypical life you're living. Get out, stand up, and shine. Shine so bright that no negativity would ever encroach upon your endeavors. Shut out the chauvinists, cut the sexist crap! Stay happy and do what you love.

Feminism- The Untold Tale.

Often regarded as female chauvinism and female dominance, feminism is considered a movement started by women, who are desperate to be treated equal to men, feminism is regarded as "women trying so hard to become men"

Moment of Truth?
Feminism is a movement towards equality, feminism is not desperation but a slap on those faces who believe "Women are inferior to men", Feminism is not just about women promoting equality but also MEN who proudly call themselves a feminist.

Let me tell you a small story.

It all started with Adam and Eve. Where Adam, began to collect leaves, wood, nuts for survival, and Eve, was busy decorating the hut. Adam used to carry loads on his back, and Eve, used to take care of the offspring. Hence, everyone assumed for a fact that women are incapable of doing things, which men can. Poor Adam and Eve, I am sure this is not what they wanted.

Generations passed, we saw instances of great kings, highlighted for their mightily deeds, but queens, neglected. Everyone praises Mark Anthony for his conquers and bravery. How many of us have actually praised Cleopatra? Glorifying the Mughal empire, Akbar was easy, but there was also Razia Sultana, the lone warrior, and Rani Lakshmi Bai, fighting for her Jhansi. Queens were exchanged for empires, would it make a difference to people? No. Because obviously, women were "Meant to be in the kitchen, making food, making babies"

Firstly in India, there have been so many problems which women faced. Starting with the Sati System, Where, a woman had to jump into the funeral pyre, in which her husband's body was burning, like she had no choice but to jump into something she didn't wish to. (Much like arranged marriages these days) Then, the widows, were deprived of any status, any respect and they were treated like trash, an unwanted burden in the society. Most Importantly, Female Infanticide, where, once the child was out of the womb, and determined a female infant, everyone would mourn and kill the child, cause obviously, they wanted boys, and only boys. (and then there would be an irrational ratio of male and female population and then LGBT rights would become a new issue altogether)
As technology increased, the concept of "Sex Determination" came into existence, which made conditions for innocent girl child even more pathetic.

These problems settling in slowly, but others came up, women, considered to be an albatross, so often, in our tradition of Barter System, women were bought and sold. (Still happens, to my dismay)
Or worse, families were so poor that they needed money from the girl's family in the form of Dowry, how very kind, and then pressurized by the family to give birth to a baby boy. (Like it's totally in the woman's control, she only produces the sperm and the egg)

Time went by, education gained popularity in India, but again, girls were deprived of this facility. "What is the point on spending on a girl's education when she's gonna sit and home and have kids?"
There was a strong discrimination against girls, where families had a mentality of " Oh why spend on education if we can get her married someday?" and then continued the esteemed culture of "Child Marriage", where readily sitting pedophiles wanted to  marry 10 year olds.

Crawling and struggling we came to the twentieth century, where this precise history of women, still came back and haunted them. They didn't have their own Identity, dignity or respect they deserved.
Even during elections, a woman, was known as "Wife of XY" "Daughter of XY" "Mother of XY"
Was this fair? Of course not. And living on the assumption women will always be weak, our prestigious Indian Constitution even makes Marital Rape Legal in India!

Then we came to the twenty first century, everyday a girl raped, everyday an infant assaulted, everyday a woman killed, everyday an infant murdered, eyes on "Nirbhaya" which was horrifying to hear, and witness, in the documentary, which was once again banned by our generous government trying to hide it's flaws. If a girl wears crop tops and skirts she's exposing too much skin, but if she wears a saree, nobody cares about the skin and the girl becomes a very well mannered individual. What's gone wrong with our country? The mentality, and where is equality?
Hidden deep beneath the chauvinistic ego of society and culture, suppressed under a superficial world that women are incapable.

Story ends.


This is why we talk about Feminism.

Ironically, today, if a girl is raped, she is herself responsible for triggering or provoking the man. (society is definitely poor with biology and the concept of hormones I must say.) Wearing short clothes, is a sign of slut culture, if a girl has an opinion,she's ill mannered, if a girl is in a live-In Relationship, she's a prostitute. If a girl wants to get married to someone she prefers, she's ungrateful to her parents. Mentality, narrow-mindedness, is what is filled inside the ever shining heads of people. To discard these thoughts, is why feminism exists.

To all those tho prefer calling themselves "Equalists" or "Humanists" Just because "Feminism" has the word "Feminine" in it, let me tell you one thing, you're not going to lose anything by accepting for a fact that you're a feminist. Men or women. One should be proud, about being one. But often people mistake feminism with feminanizm. " I want women to do everything, for themselves, without the pressure of society, without any male chauvinism, without any restrictions" is a Feminism Mentality. "I want women to overpower the world, and make sure every man has a horrible lifetime, I wow to hate men" Is a feminazi mentality. The first step towards equality, would be understanding the difference between these and then making yourself familiar with which concept or which category you belong to.

Society needs to understand that women are not cars, for which they own a remote, and play racing games, women are not tools, to be used for their own benefits, rapists and rape- minded ever triggered people need to understand that women are not made for satisfying their hormonal imbalances, they should approach a doctor in such cases and not rape a girl, leave alone a girl, infants. Anyone can wear whatever they want to, may it be a saree or a bikini, may it be suit and tie, or shorts and tshirts, nobody's to judge. Nobody's to tell an Individual what to do and what not to, where they belong and where they don't, I think people have a brain good enough to decide for themselves.
Nobody is girly or manly. If I like wearing jeans, sneakers and tshirts, It does not make me boy-ish or manly, If a boy likes Pink, that doesn't make him girly. Preferences and choices cannot distinguish an Individual and their personality, is what majority of our society needs to understand.

This is my Insight on Feminism, what is yours? and by the way,

Are you a feminist?

Oeuvres of a roller coaster ride

I joined this school in the year 2010, A little girl, who was shy and introverted. I slowly started engaging myself in activities. From dancing in the annual day initially, ending up as Assistant Director at Harvard Model United Nations.

 On 28^th January, 2016, I became the Cultural Secretary of The PSBB Millennium School. I always knew that if I had to contest for Elections, I’d choose this post. I knew what I was signing for, a huge, yet magnificent opportunity. A chance to redefine myself, an adventure to take my school to greater heights. Ever since the day my term commenced, I took up my post with full solemnity, right from organizing “Au Revoir” to Tarang, preparing a team and going for Culturals, MUNs and debates, it’s been a monumental ride.

 Tarang is undoubtedly, the best thing that happened to me in the academic year 2016, which undeniably included, getting into astringent controversies, brawls and ghastly disputation, but, we all remained unflappable and dealt with it meekly. It wasn’t just making Tarang a success that mattered, it was the unity and coordination between teachers and students, leadership skills and organizing skills that have been imbibed in us. This school has given me a fair bit, the manifestation that I always wanted, the colossal experience and perspicacity that has moulded my personality. I also feel that doing something as a cultural secretary is just a small token of gratitude,that I repay back to such a magnanimous school.

One person I would wholeheartedly thank is Mrs. Sita Umamaheshwaran, our former Principal and now The Director training, who has always supported me, right from the day I joined this school. This being my final year at school, being a part of the Student Council Body has been a remarkable journey and a memory that would never obliterate. Thank you PSBB Millennium.

My note to all Millenniumites would be, never feel discouraged or apprehensive to embrace any fair opportunities that the school caters to you, be virtuous, ardent and serene, it’ll all fall in place, just right. This place, is not just a school, it’s home, and the people in it, are not just mere humans, but family, so cherish every minute in school, make it the best time of your life, so that when you look back one day you can very proudly say;

“Oh, I studied in The PSBB Millennium School, and I had the best time ever.”

Shrea Suresh

Allegories Untold

There is a side of me,
that nobody understands.
There is a part of me,
that nobody fathoms,
The heart, mind and soul,
as wild as a maniac's dream,
some fulfilled, some untold
trapped in a rib cage, so bleak.

There they are, my stars,
laughing at my melancholy
There they are, my scars,
reminiscing the stinging memories,
My eyes, my lips, my hands,
trembling like a hurricane,
as sour as rolling teardrops,
like acid on brittle mortal.

Here I stand today,
falling morose and frail,
Here I am, this instant
full of befuddling perplexes.
alive with my secrets,
obscure like intimate malady.
Irate with my regrets,
shattering the inner me.

A letter to my friend

Dear Shruti,

A new year has begun, and it's been around 3 months since you left all of us. Things have changed, people have changed, somethings have got better whereas somethings have gotten worse. 

I don't know how exactly to explain to you what is going on in my mind right now, but I do know that you're watching me, that you're my darling guardian angel who will always guide me through the right way, I know that you're around me seeing what I'm going through, I need you to know that it's really sad how people change within a very short span of time, about how time flies and affects all of us very indirectly yet to precisely. It kinda hurts you know. But I'm also glad that he got people by my side to hold me and act as a source of happiness in my life. 

Lately, I've kept myself occupied with things so that nothing really gets into my head and I don't spend time thinking about it rather than doing my work, but I can't seem to help it. I feel miserable sometimes and happy otherwise. I'm getting weirder day by day. I don't know what is going on, if I'm confused, or if I'm morose. It's kinda complex and I'm sure only you can understand me. Thanks for listening to me patiently and never complaining, you're one person I could rely on and trust blindly in this world full of hypocrites, I know you will stay by my side no matter what and never backstab me. 

I really hope things change and get back to normal, I hope I am not way to delusional right now, reality is hard, I am facing hardships living with it you know, but this is something I've learned from you, never to give up and fight till the last moment. You're my inspiration shruti. I hope you are listening to me, you love blogging and I'm sure your up there with a laptop with you and headphones on listening to your favourite songs, maybe watching or planning Harry Potter part 1000 with Harry's great grand children or maybe watching One tree hill again, and reading blogs of mine, as you liked it. 

But yeah, I know you're here for me and will be always. 

I'm never usually like this you know, it might be the exam stress or the fear of moving to 12th grade, but everything around me is swiftly moving and It seems to go out of my control, anyhow, thanks for keeping an eye on me. 

I honestly, truly, faithfully love you and I miss you very much. Come back to me soon if possible. 

Thanks for everything. 

Yours lovingly 

Shrea. 

Paradox of the Ravaged Terrene

With too much Pride,
Needing a guide,
we will deny it,
But behind lies we hide.

Bliss Lost,
The Holocaust,
We behold to see,
Heads camouflaged in frost.

Not acquiring the blame,

craving for fame,
as advanced as we are,
We're all still Untamed.


 















Children Abandoned,
Destitute and stranded,
we're all perishing the life,
That we have been handed.

People availing fights,
No longer cherishing the sights,
while mere mortals are taking
Our God blessed Rights.

Commandos Killed,
Void can't be filled,
Pray and Pay attention,
For pure souls have been tilled.

The urge to find peace,
To work In-Sync like geese,
But tremendous of all,
The Hate needs to cease.

Maniac or Schizophreniac?

Sometimes gazillion thoughts storm up your mind, let it be; negative, positive, logical, psychological, hypothetical, delusional and the list goes on and on and on. It gets you bewildered as to how to react? Be elated about the marvelous happenings, or be agonized by the horrendous negativity of life?Do you like your past better than the present? Are you upset over things you do not have? Think about the future ?( Which again is a contradictory to what everyone says, Live in the present blah blah), Live in the present ( yes with so may delusions which never gives us a piece of mind)Or dwell in the past? (Yeah people also say, a horrible past makes you a better person) Are you a better person yet? Or do people still expect hell oodles form you? One Important question, Do you live for yourself? or do you live for the sake of others? Do you consider your wishes? Or are you a wish granting factory to the society? Are you going to make the change or sit back, hold a box of popcorn and critisise everyone else around you? Are you the couch potato or the one to make a difference? What are you going to do with your life? What are you here for? Have you ever wanted to be someone else? Have you ever felt like you didn't want to live anymore because you lack the Human necessities? Have you tried yourself or have you left it to the so called "Heaven" and its "Creator" ? Do you believe In God or are you an atheist? Or are you confused and you call yourself an agnostic? Do you really have to believe what others clout you to believe? Or do you think twice before believing any random-est  things that the society things is "correct"? Do you think for yourself or do you expect others to make decisions for you? do you trust the others whom you rely upon to make decisions for you? Do you know the people well enough to tell them what means the most to you? how do you if they are not taking the advantage of your vulnerability? How do you know people are being selfless and helping you or if they have their own greed behind it? How can you read minds? Have you tried being yourself?why don't you try being independent and resolve things on your own? You think others know you better than you do? You think the "Society" knows you, your potential, your future, your achievements, your development, your interests better than you do? You think you are a puppet of your surroundings? What is it that you plan to do? Have you planned it enough to face the consequences? Have you pictured how these consequences will affect your future? Are you thoughtful enough to think about all this? Are you sensible enough to say "no" to people? are you practical enough to understand when someone takes you for granted? are you wise enough to know if the road you've chosen is right or wrong?Are you influenced by your parents to make decisions? Do you lack liberty? Do you not realise that it is your life and you get to do what you want to? Don't you know you could be fearless? Don't you know you are unique and everything you plan for yourself and others will be for the betterment of everyone? Do you believe in motivation? Do you feel that you can do something? can you be collective than selective? Can you not think only for yourself but think about the others without affecting them in anyways but enhancing yourself?Do you understand? Are you able to form conclusions?Are you still going to think or just sit and read this blog? Okay, so Are you forming opinions upon me? Do you know me well enough to judge me? Knock yourself out, but good job, who am I? You know me?If so, what do you think I am? A Maniac or a Schizophreniac?

Shruti Ravi- My Superwoman

It was back in grade IX, the first day of that year 2013,when I met Shruti. She was very friendly in introducing herself and it was then, when we started talking. We shared many things in common,either it was praising our favorite food, or well talking about our favorite novels (hers was Harry potter) or some TV Series (our favorite was one tree hill) As time passed, I realized she was a prodigy. Excellent in studies, Confident orator, Humorous Writer, Innovative in arts, so creative that whichever group activity “Shruti the scholar” took up, that group got full marks. She was gentle in speaking, she was very polite. She never fought with anyone, never had any bitter feelings or thoughts about anyone. Her soul and heart was pure. Then came November, when Shruti was not very regular to school, it got all of us very curious. When asked, we were told she had an eye pain, then we were told she has migraine, and finally that she had anemia. But it was still unbelievable. So we decided to go see her. When we informed our teachers about our plan they told us not to react when we see her bald. That got us thinking, why would an anemic go bald? We went to see her, and there she was with an evergreen broad smile on her face, she greeted us with a warm hug as she was very elated. And the first thing she said to us was “ Look at me, I look like a clown, you guys can laugh you know, I mean I look so funny, why are you guys so serious?” yes that humor. That positive approach. Always was there within her. After watching a few superwoman videos, and updating her on the latest gossips of Millennium, we decided to leave. And that is when we got the biggest shock, aunt told us she had leukemia, and that she was going through chemotherapy. 

As time passed, her condition was worsening, but we always got some or the other positive result, she fought leukemia, she went through vigorous chemo-therapies and blood transplant, with the incredible support from her parents, she never gave up, she was so strong that it was credulous.

But life is never always fair to us. She had to go. 2.36 pm, 18th October, 2015, a beautiful soul, our guardian angel dispersed to where she belonged. She’s an inspiration to all of us out there. Her spirit and personality was just impeccable. She was a bundle of joy. She went through blunders all day, all night with a smile on her face. Despite of being in a tough condition, she thought about all those poor children who could not afford treatment for cancer, she had the biggest heart and the most lovely soul we would ever come across. Shruti, You’re in a better place now. I hope you’re smiling up there. I hope you know that we all love you. O hope you know that you will always remain in our hearts and memories. I hope you know that our friendship will always prevail. I hope you know that your millennium cherishes you. You have the biggest heart. You’re the bravest. You’re my superwoman. I would like to conclude with a small poem I wrote on Shruti;

There she was, Bright as sunshine Bold as a grenade. There she was, Happy as a lark Strong as a blade.

There she was, Fighting and batting her fears With a smile on her face. There she was, With a tremendous courage, A splendid approach, A positive perspective, With a heart so affectionate. There she was, Beautiful in and out, Ready for all circumstances, Without any hesitations. And here she is, and will eternally be, In my heart and forever in my memories, For she is brave, for she is my superwoman.

They Say

 They say, You'll be alright

They say, you're strong enough to fight.

They say, Pain lasts for long but makes you stronger.

They never say that sore memories last for longer.

They say everything has an end,

They say a riven soul can mend.

They say smile is a curve than can set any thing straight,

They never say to smile, for decades you have to wait.

They say you can turn the tables,

They say the entity is more alluring than fables.

They say that the abstruse mind is an Inferno

They say that you reap what you sow,

They say the earth is a wonderland on which we dwell,

They never said that reality is a living hell.

Abstract Paradise

Drips and Drops of blood,

Pale as a flower bud,

Quivering and Shivering,

cold as Ice,

Lost in her reclusive paradise.

As she opened her eyes,

Struggling and juggling to rise.

Counting her days to be alive,

In a world so rigid to survive.

Bewildered and startled there she stood,

fathoming her? Nobody would.

Delusions and errors in the vicinity.

Bestowing life to the faint infinity.

If

If I could Move around the mob;
 Unnoticed,
If I could sing a melancholy;
 Unheard,
If I could survive the abhorrence;
 Untouched,
If I could see the Light;
 Unsighted
If I could smile;
 Unhappy,
Life would be plain,
No gain, No pain.

If I could cry and die;
 for myself,
If I could stand still;
When I am numb,
If I could Speak my heart out;
When I am hurt,
If I could be selfish;
For once,
If I could See the world beyond infinities;
To live.
Life would be euphoric,
Not tragic, Not Traumatic.

Under The Dreaming Tree

Under the dreaming tree,
I sit and look back at me.
destitute and lonely.
fearing Intimacy.

Now I see myself smile.
Strong, and no-more fragile.
Getting over my insecurities,
giving life new priorities.

Elated and bold here I stand,
Isolated in this crowded land.
But in myself I could see,
An everlasting bright destiny.

Pride

In this colossal world so wide,
where do you find, where do you find,
a person who is humble and selfless,
a man with no pride?

Among people full of arrogance,
rises ego and intolerance,
Amid people who live, or have died,
where do you find, a man with no pride?

Friendship Deceives and love betrays,
loyalty is undeniably selfless these days,
In this crowd where exceptional people hide,
where do you find, a man with no pride?

Search for humanity, search till eternity,
look around here and there, look around everywhere,
You will give up, you shall throw up,
cause you will never find, a man with no pride.

Authenticity

Those who care will never pretend,
and those who pretend will never care,
While someone is a foe and someone is a friend,
reality occurs as life is really never fair.

No one ever stays cause people walk out,
and trusting someone takes entire eternity.
Who is real, who is fake, you doubt?
this world my friend is brimming with narrow Humanity.

When you need a shoulder to cry,
when you need someone to talk to,
when you lose hope and you can't try,
those who show up are true.

Look out for those who look for you,
don't get adrift in this universe of duplicity.
everything is complex yet so new,
But one thing missing is Authenticity.

I Can I will

I woke up one bizarre morning,
I felt weak, I felt bleak.
Everything felt so baffling,
I couldn't open my eyes,
I felt helpless and started sobbing,
all around me Silent and still,
I wanted to rise But I was trembling
But I know, if I can, I will.

Wind blowing so fast out there,
I was restless, I was dazed
Mornings like these were so rare,
What's going on? I was amazed.
I was fed up, all I could do was Stare,
At the destitute side of me,
And then I chose to get up,
The brighter side I could see.

I did it, I could, Fight myself,
But even now I know,
If I can, I will.

Let it go

Sometimes what you desire isn't what you always get,
and there are stiff dreadful moments that you regret,
and the reason for your sorrow is one of your dear,
just know that they don't deserve a single tear.

When you lose your value in someone's life,
and you feel like stabbing yourself with a knife,
and the reason is not a fault that you made,
its just the relationship that began to fade.

When you become stymied about problems,
and start to lose all hopes,
your inner side asks why you're alive,
you feel no more shall you survive.

The people you love always leave you,
No matter what all sacrifices you made for them,
and what to do next you have no clue,
And you let them go, away, away, from you.

You are your future.

There you are with a deep frown,
you really ought to calm down,
everything happens for a reason,
people come and go every season.

The Devilish destiny has deep dreams in store,
and you curse your life to the core,
but you have to get up and be dauntless
for you've got to make your life flawless.

No you won't cry, you won't lament,
everyone makes mistakes every moment,
it takes courage to face them all,
You rise up only when you fall.

You are the one to start a new beginning,
you will see yourself always winning,
Don't let anything affect your mind,
yes my friend, a happy life you will find.

The Journey of Life

When the world escorts you down,

and your face is vexed with frown.

Just be certain that you are right, 

where there is shadow, there is light.

You have to believe that one day will arrive;

when through all the obstacles shall you survive.

So for now keep your head held high,

let not your regrets make you cry.

Life is a beautiful melody, where only the lyrics are jumbled.

You should learn to move from where you trembled.

You never know how things will change,
there might be good or bad days of many range.

Till then just take a deep breath,
and savour your life till your death.
You get what destiny has in for you.
The moments to cherish are very few.

Chapter 3

"Believe in yourself first, don't care about what others think, you are who you are and who you've always been. No one knows you better than you. "

~Me, The no one.

Dogs will keep barking, they don't really know what's going on, it's just their habit and they are used to it. Similarly, few people will have no clue what you're going thru, yet they will tag you, they will blame you, they will hurt you, they will kill you deep inside, they will spread rumours about you, they will talk irrelevant things about you,they will also rant about you. But you, you know what you're upto right? then why do you even care what they think? you know how capable you are, you know your potential, you know about your life more than anyone. 
Trust me, people who hate you for no reason actually have a reason, they hate you because they envy everything thing you have and they don't. They hate you because you're way better than them and they don't know you. They will bring out all their negativities and antagonism towards you, just deal with it, don't react, because you know, DOGS KEEP BARKING, YOU DON'T REALLY HAVE TO CARE =)
If you try being different people say you're weird, if you be sweet they remark you as desperate or over friendly. If you're sad, then they say you're a drama queen/king. I mean seriously? are you so jobless to peep into others life and rating them without even walking a mile in their shoes? 
Get a life. Yes, that was for all those people who have the habit of ranting about people and they think they're very cool.
If you make a big mistake, something very intense, then yes, people might tag you, you have to deal with it its your fault. 
If they talk about you for no reason, I swear, get up, stand for yourself and slap them.
Trust me, this works.
Okay, just remember, never ever change yourself for the world. 
If people persuade you to change, ask them for reasons, fight the world, alone, because in the end everyone ends up alone. 
But the best thing you can do is IGNORE. 
People shall have a wrong opinion about you, must change the opinion, not yourself. 
Be alert always, sometimes your own friends might rant about you. You never know? they are someone in front of you and a complete different person in front of others. 
Thank you =)

Chapter 2

Trust

• Can you ever trust a person who has lied to you?
• Can you ever trust a person who makes fake promises to you?
• Can you ever trust a person who said they'll be there and they have left you?
• Can you trust your friend who goes around telling your secrets to others?
• Can you trust a person who creates misunderstandings for you everywhere?
• Can you trust a person who breaks your heart?
• Can you trust a person who ruined your life?

Can you? confused, aren't you?

Well, they all say people deserve a second chance.

Trust is at the core of every healthy relationship. When you trust someone, your mind is at peace, and even the thought of that person brings joy to your heart. When it is broken, however, there is a deep and unsettling pain at even the mention of the offender’s name.

Great relationships however, require a high level of integrity in order to thrive. When a violation of trust, large or small, occurs it’s important to examine the conditions that contributed to the situation and to engage in a healing process that will restore trust and goodwill to the relationship.

So what happens when trust is broken? Is it possible to rebuild and restore what has been lost?

Can a crushed paper be brought back to normal?

Can a broken thread be joint again without any flaws?

Yes, I know your answer will be "It depends upon the situation" 

You're right, if the breaking of trust was really intense then, forgiving is a very tough task. But giving the person a chance to prove themselves is very very essential. It might be a misunderstanding that is between you both, who knows? So do not decide anything fast, keep calm, think, have your own space, and only then decide what to do.

People should accept their mistakes, apologize, forget about their ego and promise to be loyal. But for that, even you have to talk to that person, Listen to their justification

All of that being said, like dancing, it takes two committed people ready and willing to move together for something beautiful to happen.

Thank You =)