just when things seem like they're catching fire and burning your soul, a single speck of dust hits you in the face and makes you seem microscopic. in that single moment of anonymity, i realized that the snowflakes falling from the sky were parts of you that had been sliced up beautifully. they melted as they touched me and insignificance settled around everything like despair at a funeral. i picked up a piece and the world told me nothing mattered. the big ball of fire didn't matter, nor did the gigantic dust particles. none of us mattered.

i'm learning how to love myself.

that's a better way of saying fuck you to everyone who told me i shouldn't.

Women's Day. Woohoo.

Women's Day. I sound excited, don't I? I am. So excited that I almost wished that there was no 8th of March. Everyone around me is happy that it's Women's Day. And when asked why, they say, 'Because it's Women's Day!'

What's so great about Women's Day anyway? Why do we need to dedicate a whole day to the fairer sex? It's not like there is no Men's Day, but tell me something, do we even remember what month it's in? People don't give as much importance to Men's Day as they give to this day. Women's Day, I mean. Why this discrimination? Why, oh why?

I know I sound like an over-dramatic men's supporter here, but that's not the case. Not really, anyway. It's just that I'm sick of people celebrating it. You turn the TV on, there's people going around saying, 'Woohoo, it's Women's Day!'. Why should I care? Or why should anyone, for that matter?

On one side, there are TV channels broadcasting how the upper class is celebrating this day by going out for dinner, cutting cakes, and even organizing parties. Yes, some people are doing that. And on the other side, there are female fetuses being killed. Every fucking day. There are little girls who are forced to get married before they even reach puberty. It's not like the Government's not doing anything for them, but let's just face it. It's efforts are in vain. Most of them, at least. For once, people should stop celebrating 'days' just for the heck of it. Think of the other side. Just, try doing that and you'll forget the : 'Woohoo, today's Women's Day!'

I might sound cynical to some people. Or boring, maybe. Or just someone who-tries-too-hard-to-fit-into-the-crowd-by-criticizing-the-Government. But I'm just bored.

And sick of Women's Day. For all we know, there'll be a Fuck-Your-Neighbor's-Kitten Day next. Or his wife, if he doesn't have a kitten.

P.S.: And Thank You Jayesh, for pointing out that nobody remembers when Men's Day is. XD

Another post, yes.

So I just started blogging. Why? Don't ask me that unless you want a ridiculous answer. I started blogging because everybody is blogging. And in this post, I'm going to overuse the word 'blogging'. Maybe that's what my first post is all about. No, not really.

So what's this not-so-new fad all about? Not-so-suddenly, I see, everybody's started blogging. Everybody's a poet. Everybody can write, rhyme, and express their emotions beautifully. I envy them, I do. Maybe because I was never a great writer. Remove the 'great', and the sentence becomes better. I was never able to rhyme, never able to write, never able to express myself fully. But then again, according to some people, I'm just intellectually lazy.
And as for the 'Never Able To Rhyme Part', I'll give you an example:

I like cheese,
But I think it doesn't matter, we were talking about bees.
Don't you think rhyming is tiring?
Oh yes, and tiring rhymes with wiring.
I think your rhyming sucks.
...Aw, shucks.

You get the gist.

So maybe I am intellectually lazy. And maybe I do overuse italics. And maybe I am a pathetic writer. It's not like I can't write; I can spell, I can think, and I can express myself to some extent, but not all that much. The problem with me is: I am ignorant. I don't know what's going on in the world, and the worst part is, I couldn't care less. Again, this just proves the intellectually lazy theory true.

So I guess I'll just try to use my Grey cells more efficiently. From now on, that is.
From this moment onwards to the 3rd of March.


(Oh, and yes, you're free to point out all the grammatical errors in my post.)