Be a Panda.

I’ve always wondered, you know, why do people think that their race is superior/inferior to other races. Who put white people on top, and blacks, sorry, African Americans, at the bottom? At this age and time? And where do brown people like me go then? This isn’t the 1900’s people, what your skin colour is shouldn’t define what you are, and who you are.

Which brings me to this.

 I’ve come here today to honor the memory of Kriss Donald, a Scottish fifteen year old kid, who was a victim of racism crime. And I know it isn’t fair to talk about a specific case when I’m going against the racism issue as a whole, but this is a story that really got to me. And I mean, we got to start somewhere. This is my start.

You can find the detailed story of the murder of Kriss Donald here

For those who don’t have the time, here’s his sad story in short. Kriss, was a fifteen year old Scottish boy. One night, in 2004, he was kidnapped by a group of Pakistani men, who tortured and finally murdered him, on the same night. His torture included being beat up several times, stabbed a lot of times, had his eyes poked out, and finally set to fire and left to die..
What was he guilty of? Being white?..

What really interested me in this case is that this is the first time I have heard of a White person being the victim. (am I still being racist? God this is hard). Not that I’m trying to put the blame on White people, the same way that not ALL Black, AGAIN, sorry, African American, or Middle Eastern people are murderers. There are just some people who lack humanity. They don’t deserve to even be classified, or acknowledged(and yet here I am), or to live. But then, who am I to judge who deserves to live and who doesn’t?

Back to the topic.
So this is Kriss’ story. Which really affected me. I guess I just wanted to share this with someone because I feel like I owe it to him, I owe it to him to let other people know of this horrible crime, of his sad fate, of his cruel and undeserved death.
I want him to know, wherever he is, that he is not forgotten, that he will live forever in our memories.

RIP Kriss Donald.
You are loved and remembered.

P.S. this is posted through my phone, so forgive me for all grammatical errors.

Yours truly


What it takes to be a man.

I came across this picture sometime back. It was so well put, so brilliant. Couldn’t have said it better myself. Really moved me.





This goes with the recent rape cases that happened in my country. India.

When it happened the first time with a 23 year old, the public and the media tried to pin it on the girl, tried to make it her fault.

-“The girl was out late at night!”

-“The girl was so provocatively dressed.”

-“She wasn’t careful about where she was going.”


None of these are even close to  excuses to treat a lady that way and do something like that to a human being who’s not even capable of defending themselves, someone probably half your size. What if the same thing had happened to their mothers, or sisters, or even daughters maybe, would they have been okay with people blaming it on their relative/friend? NO.


Nothing changes. None of the protests, none of the candle marches, none of the action by the campaigns worked, I’m sad to say.

But what excuse did they have when they raped the 5 year old girl? To keep her captive in a room, with two men who took turns in raping her and inserting CANDLES into her genitals? A FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD.

Was she too provocatively dressed? Did she seduce you?  Did she lure you in, are YOU the victim here? Humanity has really got nothing more to lose, we’re at the bottom of a sunken ship.

Men think they’re the superior sex gives them a right to do whatever they please with a woman? They think a woman’s body is made for their pleasure and satisfaction?

I’m sad to say that the capital of my country had faced more than 300 cases of rape in the since Jan’13.

I’m sad to say that men, men who we’re supposed to count on to protect us, are the ones hurting women.


I’m not trying, by any means, to generalize this to all men, I’m just highlighting an issue. Not all men are demons, like not all women are saints. But humanity should exist in all of us, so should limits. There are men, and then there are animals. Yes, this sort of behavior is not human, it’s animal like.

                     A man is defined not by the inches in his pants, but the inches in his head.

Mumbling, mumbling.

Its been a while, yes. But I’m back, for now. My college life is growing on me. Leaving me sort of dead tired and exhausted from the excessive work, but still, growing on me.

I’m in a random mood, and have a lot stuffed up on my little head, just waiting to burst out.

Which brings me to this.

Why do people want to be perfect?

I’ve met a lot of people in my life and I’ve come across a few perfectionists.
Their life revolves around the idea of being the best and doing everything right. The way they eat, the way they dress, the way they talk, bla bla blu blu.
Most of the time I notice them obsessing over the tiniest things, that may seem insignificant to the normal human, but to them, it’s a nag they need to set straight.
I was always amused by them. I even tried it once, I admit, haha. It wasn’t fun, let me tell you. While the idea may seem rational, it’ll drive you insane. Perfect things may be pretty, but it takes a lot out of you, and makes you see the world from a different point of view. It consumes you.

Me? I like it when I put an effort to make things right, but let it possess me? No way.
I like to let loose and let things have their way, and not be in charge of everything in my life, cause where’s the fun in that? Makes life seem dull, predictable, and boring.

So yeah, i don’t know what the point of this was, really, but something i had to get off my mind. And its off. I’m done here.

P.S. Picture isn’t relevant to post, but hey this is random, and I did take it. And it is quite nice, if I must say so myself. Heheteehee.

Until next time.

Sweet Escape…

Wow, it’s been a while since I actually sat myself down and written anything, doodling in my French text book not taken into consideration, haha.

I miss writing! It was really a big part of me, still is, and I want to write, write and keep writing, about life, about love, about anything, I just want to get my thoughts out there, and not let them just sit there at the back of my mind, get old and dusty and forgotten..

My life has become pretty hectic now. It’s pretty much the same routine everyday. I wake up, breakfast, gym, shower, prepare for college, college, home, catch up on some reading/watch a movie maybe, spend sometime on the social networks, to catch up on my school friends lives, dinner, and then I’m off to bed.

I don’t sleep right away, never did. For me, the midnight contemplations are unavoidable. I think about my life, about how mechanical it is. I think about my college, the place I hate the most, perhaps. But more on that in the next post, though it might take more than one post to describe how I feel about the place.

I drift away into another world slowly, a world where I fit in, where my social awkwardness is considered normal, and where the only fake things, are the duplicates from China, heh. Where girls don’t hide behind layers of make up, and where everyday is not a competition. Where guys don’t strip you naked with their eyes, wondering whether you should blame them or yourself..

I feel like I need to get away from my robot life, escape from it all for a while, just live for me, do what I want to do, and not care whether it’s acceptable by society. Just need to let loose. To do something different, to be something different…oh how I wish I could.



The end is here..

The Mayans have predicted, that 21st December 2012 would be the ‘doomsday’. Of course, we’re all still alive [thank God], but in a way, the Mayans were right. They predicted that this day would bring the end of humanity, and in my opinion, though we’re all alive, our humanity is slowly fading away..

What got me here, is an incident that happened in my country, India, and only God knows how ashamed I feel right now to be a part of this, to have a share of any of this, this inhuman brutality.

A 23 year old girl, was gang raped by 6 men in a moving bus.. The girl was a student, she hopped on to a bus along with her friend, as she was in a hurry. The bus driver and his drunk friends then launched their attack. They hit her friend, who tried to protect her, with an iron rod, and threw him out on the street. Then they raped the poor girl one by one, and at the end they inserted an iron rod into the girls vagina, and then, threw her out of the moving bus, naked. She was lying there on the ground, without any clothes on, and no one stopped to help her or at least, cover her..

She was delivered to the hospital in a very critical condition, with injuries all over her body, especially her stomach and intestines. She fell in and out of comas since December 16th, and has been crying non-stop..her only fault was getting on the wrong bus.

In a country like India, rape victims suffer the worst. They are left scarred for life. The society will never accept them, and no one would marry them, they would be looked down on for the rest of their life, because no, in India, it is the woman’s fault that she was raped, as she ‘provoked’ the ‘innocent’ men into raping her. Yes of course, blame the women, I mean it’s her fault that she was not covered head to toe. And, in India, provocative clothing are things like knee length skirts and sleeveless tops, and hair tied up in ponytails. Yes these are the signs inviting those poor helpless men to commit to these acts. What are they to do, they can’t control their needs right? So they rape the stupid woman, she had it coming anyway.


Women deserve to be treated equally to men, they have a right to be. They don’t deserve to be abused by men, just cause they assume that they are the higher sex and are free to use women as they wish. So what if they have ‘needs’? Go masturbate in a corner, or get a whore if you have to! [excuse my language] but I bet those bastards can’t even afford that..

And coming back to the great Indian government, who thinks that the right punishment for this kind of behaviour is, no, not death or castration, but jail and get bailed out after three months.


Where is this world heading?.. What has happened to humanity, to compassion, to ‘love one another’, and no they didn’t mean THIS kind of sick love.

My heart aches for this poor girl, who did absolutely nothing to deserve all this pain, and for all the other women, and young girls, and even children- yes! That’s how sick they are – who were scarred for life, and some of them even lost their lives, because of sick men like these.

I can’t even imagine what it felt like, what pain they went through, but what I can do, is do my best as a citizen, to try and create awareness and send a message to the society, and let these poor women know that they are not alone, that they are backed up by millions of people, in India, and around the works as well, I’m sure.

Stay strong, never lose faith, justice will be served, and those ANIMALS, will pay.

Share this message to all your friends and family, let the world know.