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Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. 🖋 The Sick Rose: A Poem by Willam Blake  I am mostly a listener, I rarely judge people and that is probably the reason why people feel free to talk to me. I have had talks of all kinds. People in the world of physical pleasure have asked me their doubts given that I have a background in Biology and I study based on concepts so I have been asked questions which I answer scientifically without judgments. Given that background I write this blog since I was made to feel the urgent need to address being thoughtful and concerned for someone we are responsible to welcome in this world. I have a very clear understanding of things like sexual desire, pleasure, wants and similar things. They are not new, they date back to the start of existence of life and they are natural. During the age where "the internet" was not present everything happened like they happen now, just behind the closed doors. Objectifying women, having several women for one...

  Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. We live in a pretentious world, a world where fancy words are meant to deceive minds and find its way into creating the illusion of what one's mind would have wanted. Losing on the needs of the very own existence of that being. Having said something so complex with big words is just an example of how our world works. It starts early when we all are made to dream about newest toys in the market, a visit to Disneyland, when we watch the fairytales and see those magical creatures. Then a little after that when we are told about the halls of Harvard, Oxford or Massachusetts. Then they say to get a job like everyone else and strive for that, give proof of your hard work three times a week and still stay there burning under the questioning gaze of people since giving out results were not possible for you. Having a job in this time of societal turmoil, wars, pandemics is a chance not all get, but not being able to justify the chance given to you...

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. I ntriguing title right? I know… lately there has been a rise into the world of psychos and psych related terms. For ease of remembrance for all here are some examples, "sweet but psycho" - A crazy good song by Ava Max, "psychology" - scientific study of mind and behavior, and "psychopaths" - a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behaviour. These are the dictionary meanings of the most popular search words, not what I believe though. I intend to question things ahead in this blog. And arguably question my questions again because I am confused just like the whole world around me is. Clueless and insane! Okay so I had this issue, a great issue. I am a calm person, a person who believes that things can be done with sweet words and gentle reminders. That is me most of the time, but then sometimes I turn into a horrendous monstrous "psycho" as my mum says, because I lo...

  Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. Author's note: I recommend not to read it if you are very gloomy today! I wish you all the happiness, peace and love💜 Where did I go different? Where was my path diverted? When did I grow up? Why did I grow up before everyone my age did? What am I feeling right now?  Is this what she would have wanted?  She, who was fond of colors, games, and telling those never-ending stories which were a mix of Tom and Jerry, Harry Potter, Richie Rich, Stuart Little, and Popeye. Or Spiderman who married Princess Merida or Rapunzel who never had to cut her hair or those fantasies of living in a fairytale imagining a knock on the window from Tinkerbell and talking endlessly to the moon. She has always been observant. Turning a blind eye towards things was always very difficult for her, and so she would see and understand everything around her. By the little age of four she got a taste of the world she was living in, the bitter taste hit her sti...

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. Hearts are the most tormented body organs of all. For all the failed relationships, it is the heart that breaks and ends up aching. A pain no painkiller can cure. That is why humans created a virtual heart. The heart that when tapped upon changes into big bright red ones as if given life. We can find these digital hearts on all “social” media platforms. When I was new to the online social platforms, I remember I was not visible. My tweets went into the black hole of the Twitter galaxy and were never accounted for or looked on. I remember talking to myself, and feeling bad, going back and forth on the app to see if someone was generous enough to lend me a heart. Until I made some friends who supported me, I started to learn how to do things. The art to lure people into knowing that you exist. I have been a believer of talent, that if you have something in you someday or the other it will come out. And people will acknowledge it. I was partially ...

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. Tell me about yourself. A question that can make me go silent forever. An interview lasts for around 20 minutes to an hour and decides about your future. The future that you have been dreaming for yourself. It will be an understatement if I say that people do not get affected by these events in life. If I do a bit of calculation and take an average life span of 80 years then in the about 42 million minutes of your life you spend just 3 thousand minutes on your interview. (Considering that you give 100 interviews throughout your life, 30 minutes each) 1/14000 times of your life. We prepare ourselves to be in our best possible impression. Hair done, shoes shining, formals ironed, tattoos hidden, makeup on that saggy dark under eyes done, and smiles plastered. We spend almost four times more time preparing for these interviews than the time spent in the interview. Endless caffeinated nights, papers scattered everywhere, no time to groom yourself, ...

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. The era where anything is just one click away, the era where everyone has everything, the epoch where even pets have their phones and shows, we live in a generation that is too sweet until we get into talking about the darker side, the side which involves the incognito mode of our lives. Welcome to the age that is home to all the desires we are addicted to. In this particular piece, I will be talking about harsh realities, most of which we might know or might have been in denial of. I believe acceptance is the first step to improvement and change! I will state stats, and stats say that in 2018, 270 million people were reportedly involved in illegal drug abuse. That is the reported part! The actual numbers must be at least thrice. We all know how drugs and their abuse affect us yet people are addicted to them, drugs become like a part of their routine, and people can not overcome it. Drug withdrawal and relapse are something only very strong-wil...

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. It’s tough to write about hating since I prefer the concepts of positivity, love, and other relative ideologies. To be truthful is one of my virtues too and if I say I have never hated anyone or anything, then I will be lying. Firsts things first "I hate seeing hate all around me, be it social media comments or interviews or news". I have been reading about hate and its related psychology to get my facts correct. And now that I have awakened all the deep-seated emotions related to hate from inside me, I don’t expect myself to be polite as we proceed further. Since this is a debatable issue, I will keep all the portals open for discussion. I believe we all have experienced hate. Not admitting and admitting has been a thing of internal conflict. We all tend to avoid confession of hate as through inner conscience we know we are doing wrong while hating and, yet we end up hating. Hating is a human emotion that should be transformed into a...

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. People around me often ask why do I have a messed-up schedule. Well, that is because I can not decide when to sleep and when not to. Lately, my sleep is being angry with me, it used to be my best friend, but now we do not share much time. I can barely sleep for an hour straight. Nights are not fluent. I keep on waking up after every hour or can not sleep at all. I suppose this is the issue with most of us. We feel tired yet, we fail to sleep. (This is the lyrics from the song I love the most.) Most of the time, you will find yourself awake at midnight, tip-toeing throughout the house to steal something to eat (even if you are alone). Chocolates, chips, strawberries and cigarettes (I am quoting a song again!), cake, etc. I am personally a sugar addict. If you live alone or you live in a mansion-like house where no one can hear you, then instant noodles can become your perfect nighttime snack with a cup of coffee. I should now acknowledge all the...

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. All we do is wait. Every one of us is waiting for something or someone. For say, I am waiting for correct words to come into my mind that seems blocked. I have so many thoughts hatching in my little brain that it becomes hard to serve a platter with a perfect blend of tastes that could appeal to people who try it. The wait is all we can do. When it comes to this particular thing, everyone becomes powerless, helpless. Waiting is the only fight no one can help you in. All that another person can do is join you in waiting and stay with you. Imagine being in a toxic work environment where your superior is bossy and inconsiderate. You wait to be heard, you wait to stand against all that you have been through, you wait for that perfect moment when you can rebel and not get caught, and you wait to be able to run away the moment you get the chance. Imagine having a crush on that one person who caught your eyes among all the other million people you saw...