Mannequins and Make up

I have noticed this surge in women and their likes with lips,eyes, chiseled cheek bones and this feeling to be a glowing girl any time of the day.I must not be a hypocrite and not say I don't give in to such urges. But id say with this new surge of  cosmetic brands which has excited a big footfall towards them,I find myself lost. Entering this world of beauty products makes my skin feel like a plastic which is stretched here and there.Trying to beautify what I cannot have, what I was not god gifted. Women will always want to out do and try to achieve what we don't have. I will always want to become that hot person my imagination constantly hinders me to become. Starting where I did, I will be wrong to judge the "dented and painted women" - as said by this attention seeking politician,because again, as said by a friend these women can kick your ass. But let me take myself to question whether between there is a difference between me and that woman who gets off her Rolls Royce wearing a Dolce Gabbana,cologne'd in Gucci and holding a Chanel and wearing lots of make up from Dior,Elizabeth Arden or XYZ. Blemish free as her skin would be, she would walk in the sun with a hat on, with shades will actually go ahead and be able to walk in scorching heat,hit by the filthy crowd which probably hasn't bathed. Everyone tries to correct their faults,no one had the perfect kissable lips, big beautiful eyes and mountain topped brows. Then why are we running constantly,everyday to make ourselves feel free from our flaws? Why cant we accept that probably at the end of the day when you will come back home after you have faked your face with the 12 hour long :protective-water -sweat proof" concealing when you wash your face, you will shed that layer of skin which you were covering for so long. Every night you will sleep with your face. Your real one. The one you were born with. your husband,boyfriend,friends,girlfriend,mother,father, in-laws or any goddamn stranger knows you and will judge you in one second not by your face but by your voice.Be strong, dont be frail. Be assertive. Be demanding in your needs not your wants. Dont be that self consumed woman. Don't be that plastic face dummy. Dont be that mannequin. Be that beautiful woman your parents got you in as, put up that  layer once in a while to feel you are too perfect. But speck your bold voice and we'll see can you be the next "Cover Girl"?

On that note : HAPPY NEW YEAR !! 2013 <3

The Dark Place

Well well well, look who's on the dark side? Look around and get a reality check.Face the phase of nuances and nuisance, of horrible dreams and a horrid reality. Sketch yourself in between these empty places and demarcate a black spot. What will you own ? A true friend? A life long mate? Merely a side plate full of idiosyncratic, spiteful baloney. Left with nothing, you shall think of walking ahead, turning back was once the best option,is no more a choice. A mandate to snatch everything I wish till my foot has a sore. If that makes me scar faced so be it, if that makes me a self centered overly demanding -commanding inhumane human so be it. But if that means justice will be given to me irrespective of what I did wrong in the past I shall do it. Judge me as you like, curse me as you want but this step needs to be taken. Leave behind what you "did", stop thinking whats going to happen tomorrow? Live a day in my life and feel me. The minute you judge that woman who crossed the road wearing those boots and stepped in the puddle just to have fun? She did it not because she wanted to wet her leather boots but because jumping that one second of freedom was a portrayal of the trapped eager to break away from the darn cage. Why do I publish this? Why am I wrong? Why is it that you get away even when thou shall repeat my aforesaid "mistakes". Why am I the one to be warned? Why this urge to curb me? Even though I am no feminist, I take gender offence. So don't try to stretch me to the dark side, don't hide behind those curtains. Don't try to pull me into them when I throw you to the walls. I have strength in me which empowers me to become a successful individual of tomorrow and no body can ever snatch that away from me, you misanthropist. I did look back, but the dark place is not the niche I'd want to breed in. For the woman who did look back, its the light that makes my eyes blink. I may hold up that umbrella for shade,but its not because of the intensity that I am scared of, its the way I want myself to grow. I shall take only how much I can seep in and so I reap and keep walking.

If you can hold me tight in the light, speak up against me but accept that you're lost. I'll call you back. 

Till then take care.