BLANK SPACE.

Look at you, my darling soul , all crumpled up and doomed under the canopy of fairy lights and white sheets in your bedroom. When all the camera flashes were busy yesterday , capturing you in your perfect Armani gown and Swarovski crystals , little did they know that there was a broken face which was beyond repair and  you had managed successfully  to hide it beneath  your mask. Your thoughts are destructive.  You cannot think anything else , but Him. On how his smile used to reach his eyes , his  ruffled hair and dimpled cheeks. His arms were your home that held you when you were at your worst. But you , YOU knew that this was not going to last. Eventually , like the Blink 182  song that always plays in his truck , this too will stop in  midway and you will never get to know the lyrics. Then , why the regrets now?

Yes , you may still love him and you still snuggle up in his coat and let his presence envelop you. He has seen it all..... from the messed up buns to your smudged kajal and mascara , your messy room and heart... everything. Of all the people , you had let him in and he affected you the way like no one else did. What you had between was more platonic than carnal. That's why you miss him now , with your every passing breath.

He is like this red wine stain you have in your white off shoulder gown that you wore on your first date. You look in the mirror and you see a ghost of the smile you once had when you were with him. One moment you wish that you had never met him , but the other second you smile at the memory on how he clutched your hands tightly when you took him to your favourite spot on the City Tower to watch the whole town washed in lights and he was scared of heights. Even the Bohemian dream catcher in your bedroom is not helping with your nightmares. It's the same one always , isn't it? You are searching for him in a sea of strangers and getting panicked and hysterical for no reason . But know this , my dear , YOU made the choice of glittering gowns and cold diamonds over his warm and unconditional love.

When you met him , no one else mattered , but just him. Today , just stop. Look at today. Realise nothing matters. NOTHING.

Today , there is no one for you to go back and fill in with every small and insignificant detail of your boring life. NO ONE.

But the most important thing is that you are breathing and you are okay. It takes a hell lot of courage to withstand the pain , but you're doing just fine.You're not at his doorstep , begging him to start over and it is then that you realise that you have truly let him go. He will be always there in the back of your mind  and you will dust off your memories that you have of him every now and then.

You eventually make out through everything. The pain , the cut , the suffocation. You get to the point where you're okay with it. And that is okay. Till yesterday , you just saw Phoenixes as an imaginary bird rising again from its own ashes. But today , when you look yourself  in the mirror , you realise that they're not mythical at all.

PS. I began this with a totally different plot , but this one ended up somewhere least expected....:)

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D

UNFAIR & LOVELY.

I was flipping through the channels the other day , and as usual , a string of ads popped up. Half of them were endorsing clothing lines and “macchar – bhagane wala sprays” and the other half about detergents and “chiknayi hatane wala saabun”. But there was this one particular ad which showed a woman in her 20’s , dressed in salwaar kameez and a bit dark in her complexion attending a job interview. The Head of the Interview Board , just look at her and crinkles his nose , glances through the files which , I assume , hold the proof that she has worked her ass off for past 18-19 years. And then , so casually , in a very business like tone he says that “she is just not fit for that particular post. “ As expected , the girl is heart broken and goes and looks herself in the mirror. It is then “that annoying model who looks flawless with her layers of primer , foundation , concealer  and compact powder on her face” pops upon the screen with the fairness cream which makes you fair just in a week!  Our poor victim uses the same and viola! She gets a total makeover!  She is now REALLY fair , more confident and goes to the same work interview in a crisp white shirt and jeans , with the same files (please take a note , THE same files) and guess what? The Head of the company is clean bowled and she bags the job. End of the  story.

I sit and watch this 1 minute ad and try to make some sense out of the same. She did carry the same files and certificates both the times and the interview board didn’t give a shit about it. Hypocrisy is something that we find in the blood  of our “sanskaari Indian Society.” Movies , books , soaps and advertisements reflect our society. Our daily struggles , concepts , our way of thinking….. everything. And by airing such a racist advertisement , you are telling me that our dreams and aspirations  find wings only if you’re fair enough?!

The pressure on our today’s generation is just HUGE. In this competitive world , you have to excel in every field  , you just cannot afford to lose any race or let “Sharmaji’s beta” score more than you have.  The pressure to look flawless and perfect is even more in today’s tech-savvy world. Even though you have hundreds of filters your teeth must be perfectly aligned , your hair perfect and without split ends and oh , your face ? Without blemishes , scars , pimples or blackheads. To look good is as important as scoring a CGPA of 10 in your boards!

Its high time that we bring out a change “to this whole looking good fiasco”. You needn’t be fair or perfect , to be confident or to chase your dreams. For that , you need to love yourself because no one else will do that for you. Be comfortable in your own skin. From Serena Williams to Maya Angelou , from Oprah Winfrey to Tyra Banks have proved to the world that talent knows no color. At the end of the day , it is your hard work that will pay off , not your customized Jimmy- choo clutches or Gucci Handbags. Of course , you have to stay fair. You have to stay fair in this game called life , stay fair in your decisions and thoughts. And you will find for yourself that you will make a statement of your own in this world.

STAY UNfair.  STAY lovely.

PS.  "Black is Beautiful".  Period.

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D