Why it is impossible to not feel insecure.

She wasn't raped because she was drunk. She wasn't raped because she was careless. She wasn't raped because she wore inappropriate clothing. She was raped because somebody raped her.

"What's going on, Tanisha?"

That's what Facebook asked me, well Facebook, if you weren't just a progammed website, you would've understood.

Yesterday, was 21|12|12, the alleged Doomsday. But not much of any doom happened. Oh, and surely there was a phenomenon of darkness experienced, except. we call it night. I braced myself for the worst, not the disasters that might occur, but for the never ending statuses about doomsday that fills the data of Facebook, BBM and Whatsapp. Every time I get see these, it annoys me. I feel like contradicting them and saying the world is ending. As much as I sound like a crazy whackadoo, I'm not kidding about this part. When they say the "world" is ending, they mean that humanity is coming to an end. Which it obviously is, else, what shall explain the brutality of the rape-case in Delhi? No human shall ever think of such a heinous crime, only an animal can. Shameless creeps I say.

Being a girl, going through every word of the report and processing that is as good as pushing a mountain. The paranoia and constant thought of "What if it was me?" nags you and eats your insides. But it won't rupture like how the girl's did after they inserted a rod into the intestine. I still wonder what was the incentive that lead them to do such satanity. Was it that those people was void of any female attention or was it the hatred to some one that resembled her, or was it just pure sadistic Ecstasy?
What happened to the conduct and morales man upholds? Why are they such retards?

What disturbs me, is that after she was thrown out of the bus, after witnessing hell, she lay on the cold road, semi-conscious, destroyed and unclad of any clothing that she had before she made the biggest mistake by boarding that bus. Not even one human being, had the heart to throw a  mere scarf on her. What is the world coming to now? Is this what the younger generation has to learn up growing?

We have processions, posts and meetings for this one girl. It won't take anything back, but it shall definitely make a difference in her life, for she started the revolution.
I pray in hope and faith that "The Devil's 6" get what they deserve. That's how we can finally say how rightly she was justified.

"The world is a scary place, we just have to out-scare it."

Grown Ups.

Just this afternoon, we were sitting as a family to feast upon our well, food. And we had the most mismatched topic. It was about food, but not the normal kind, it's those dishes you cringe about even having the thought pass your head. Yep, we were talking about roasted dogs, fried spider legs, boiled eyes. 
I was kidding bout the last one, but you see, it adds to the grossness. And my very efficient sister ran away from the table, mid-meal because she "suddenly lost her appetite". But we all know her real reason, doesn't take a Sherlock to find out. 

But it's sort of cracks me up, thinking about the fact that just the very topic of a platter of very unappetizing meals can mess up one's stomach.

You know what really makes my stomach mess up? This song I'm listening to right now, it's sick. Not the hipster "Siiiick" or "Raaaaad" it's ill. Heavy Metal's not my thing, yet I still listen to it? Okay, forget that, coming back. Is the human psych that complex? Or is it just that this race thinks too much, therefore, we made our brains adapt to our thinking capacity? You see, way back in the dawn of time, nobody would turn green on the thought of eating any animal, not even when it's raw and still having a pulse.
(Hey, it's hyperbole, I have the writer's license! No sneering for the exaggeration)
I don't know what I'm talking about. Actually I do, wait, never mind.
In this world, with us being the most advanced species, what makes us act like neanderthals? So primitive?
Terrorist activities, pollution, our same old lament, along with very graphic instances of assault and all those things.
I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs, ask them to stop for a minute, and see what we've done.
It's nothing new , the whole global warming thing is sidelined, the terrorist activities and all have become back page news and corruption is just something we've just got to live on with.
Stupid, isn't it? In fact, it makes me giggle, they tell us to grow up and act mature when we're hurling water balloons at each other and fighting for swings. But the so called "Grown Ups" are the ones making this world what it is coming to.
Sad. One day, they should let us, the kids rule the world, I can guarantee, we wouldn't have ego issues or chauvinism. We wouldn't stoop low for a bag of money that's not even clean enough. We won't pass up talent because there is another party with much less talent and lot more power.
None of this would happen, if we rule anyway.

So, for once, dear Aunties and Uncles, think of the Generation Y, X and Touch. Try thinking like us, if we were ever mature.

And maybe, probably, there are chances, the world miiight just be a happier place to live in :)

Round and round in circles.

The title seems like something what a person in real deep thought, real deep depression, real deep love or real deep frustration would say.But no, mine's nothing to do with anything of that sort. In fact, my topic is rather light.I do not know why I am starting my first post with this incident. But oh well, what's better than writing your first post about you first scooter ride?

Earlier this morning, I had a nagging sensation in my head. I was bored of the same Facebook addiction and TV series marathons,I wanted to do something new today.And I thought, why don't I just blow off those virtual dusts of my blog account and really start with a nice post? Perfecto. Now all I need is a topic. And this is what is the most annoying thing about the human mind, so many topics to chose from, but it's just not THE right thing worthy of being my first very post. So, in defeat I close my (sister's) laptop and I took in the movie we were watching. A few hours pass by, my best friend Boredom, pops in on me. A good walk and I set my eyes on this beauty. They say, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, trust me it does. Cause no one, but I would call this rusted piece of metal on two squeaky almost-ready-to-pop wheels that is so old it would be better placed in a museum, a beauty.I sat on it and threatened my mum that I would ride.I thought my mother was humoring me, when she told me how to take the scooty out. I switched the vehicle on, *grrrrrcough cough spit spitrrrrrrrr* and I twisted that handle like how I would if it was switched off, and I zoomed into a tree. That did it, now since I have uhm.. broken the ice, I spread my wings and flew, in 5 kms/hr. I took a good turn and another good turn and some more good turns and came back to where I started. Thereby my first round in a scooter was complete.As my adrenaline pumped, I realized, even though it's totally small step, I reached a very big milestone in my life.I've started taking my own steps, in a year or two, I could get hold of a license, and ride like the wind. That makes me totally independent, I don't like the sound of that. Still used to being the pampered little kid at home. The thought of being strong and independent, makes me want to cringe, not cause it's a bad thing but because it's too good for me to swallow it. And that's stupid. But oh well, life goes on, but the petrol in my scooter doesn't.And after my shenanigans, I park the automobile and head back home, and my sister says "Now you have something to write about"Presto. *ding*And here you have it :)