Childhood

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I don’t know how to explain my childhood. Obviously, I’m still experiencing it. However, I’m on the cusp of adulthood, seeing that I’m a teenager. I never went to that emo/rebel phase like most teenagers do. I’m not a rebel. Asking for something I deserve is not rebellion. It’s every individual’s basic right.

I probably wouldn’t want to return to my childhood. I had more angst as a child, than as a teenager.  I feel more emotionally stable now. After I graduate from school, I don’t want to go back. I wouldn’t want to return to a phase of my life, wherein I was compared with every other cousin and extra kids, who claimed to be related to me. I wouldn’t want to return to phase, wherein nobody gave a shit about me. Today, they followed me to this website, thinking of this as some kind of showdown. I don’t need sympathy.  I want someone to listen to me. I don’t need advice.

I’m not looking forward to adulthood really.  I’m looking forward to college. Two grades more, and I’ll be done.

I’m not determined to stay unhappy, but, I’m just disappointed that I’m surrounded by so many unnecessary people.  People who claim to be related to me, but,  I feel so lonely.  Is it wrong to stand out? Is it wrong not to be a puppet? I want them to answer these questions right here, if they have the guts. Why do I have to be treated unequally? Well, hell yeah, they don’t deserve my attention.

I’m not writing humor right now. Life is not a piece of cake.  Life is a major sorcery (okay, now I sound emo).

Urban Legends

In a world, where people believe in all kinds of rumours and myths. Urban legends and conspiracy theories have always gone viral. Most urban legends are created out of a set of theories made up by really analytical people, who were part of some kind of cult, or maybe some person with a lot of free time in his hands.

Last night, my friends and I had been looking for Japanese urban legends, because they’re really popular. My friend talked about this website titled “Scary for Kids” (their punchline was “And for adults too”).

So, we read about this Face Slit Woman or Kuchisake Onna. She will ask you randomly on the street, if she’s pretty or not. Prior to that question, she takes of her mask, revealing her creepy slit mouth. It is slit from the sides. If you say ‘no’, you die (obviously). You can say that she looks normal,  because then that will confuse her, and she won’t haunt you. She also appears in Korea. I think, she’s spreading a moral message telling people not to be so judgemental. Also, South Korea is known as the plastic surgery capital of the world. That woman is a trailblazer.

Then, you have Tomino’s Hell poem. If you read it out aloud in Japanese, you die or worse, you go insane. It was a poem mentioned in this book titled “The Heart is a Rolling Stone”. You can read it in your mind. I really didn’t understand it. It was metaphorical. There is a YouTube video with this creepy picture and the audio. Listen to it, at your own risk. It is very scary.

Then, you have this poltergeist named The Bald Man or Ganbari Nyudo in Japanese. He’s a perverted old man who loves to pry at young girls in bathrooms and bedrooms.  If you say his name out aloud, his face will be stuck to your bathroom window, and drools a lot.

Then, you have the forbidden Cow Head story. I wouldn’t mention it here. It’s absolutely traumatic.

However,  the comments were hilarious. For the story of the Tripping Bathroom, a person had suggested to shuffle feet to avoid the tripping, and for the Bald Man, someone had written, and I quote this comedic genius:

MY KINDA MAN!

Then, there’s this urban legend, which isn’t Japanese, about a pale woman who applied a lot of tanning lotions and went for a lot tanning apointments to salon. Because of the excessive lotion and tanning, she had apparently cooked herself. 
I quote another comedic genius on the internet:

Roast organs! New dish!

The comments always kill the eerie atmosphere. However, you find people with crazy theories of their own. Also, Japan has the craziest, scariest urban legends, high suicide rates, suicide apartments, crazy perv cases, crazy obsessions, and haunted high schools. And so does Korea… Also, there are so many bathroom ghosts.

Humanities Class

I chose Humanities. I love my class. We know our stuff. We discuss reality. We want to change our society.  I like that. I don’t hate the Science class. The thing is, people think Science students are smart. I believe that Humanities students know what’s happening around them. They are aware. Science students often want to rebel. They know they can’t. They don’t have  the guts. Commerce students are rebels. They like rebel against anything and everything. The Humanities students are revolutionaries. They have apt reasons to support their argument. Commerce students have a lot of free time. Science students are wannabe rebels. They think, teenage rebellion is a rad thing. Revolutionaries plan out their rebellion. And, they have good causea behind them. Rebels just rebel. Their rebellion can be unreasonable. This is the difference between rebels and revolutionaries.

Let us free

According to a survey held by ActionAid UK, 79 percent of women have faced some public harassment in India. The stats are kind of shocking. This might include my mother, my aunts, my cousins, and me. Hell yeah, all the women in my family.

Due to this, women are being caged under the garb of safety. Why are women trapped, when they are the ones getting violated? Every citizen has the Freedom of Movement, yet women are told not to go to certain places. Don’t go there. Don’t wear this. Don’t go out after 8. Now tell me. Why does a woman of 25 need a curfew? She needs to be independent at this age. She’s not a teenager anymore. Unknown men? Well, according to a research,  82 percent of women are raped by men they know.

Also, I think, everybody deserves protection-both men and women.  Yet, “protection” is always used for women. When a young boy cries out “rape”, nobody cares. Why? Because he’s not a girl. I watched a touching Buzzfeed video about the traumas of a male rape victim, who found his captor on Facebook. Men are human beings too. Everybody, regardless of gender, needs to learn to be humane.

The Thing About Gay Marriages in India

Oh, frak! I haven’t updated since ages! I finally found out why Indians are not going to accept same-sex marriages:

  1. Frankly, we have a backward society. And, we’re pretty confused. I know this girl, who’s lesbian. She got into trouble in school, recently. Her parents were called. The principal asked her, “Are you into boys?”, as if having guy-friends (or boyfriends) is wrong. Now, if she answered, “No, I’m into girls. I’m a lesbian.”, she would be treated like she’s possessed by some evil spirit or something. It’s like, you can’t be lesbian or straight. And, then, later when she wants to be asexual, they’ll force her into marriage and tell her to have kids.
  2. Common sense is uncommon. They don’t realize that in a populated country like ours, where just breathing the air can get you pregnant (I’m just emphasizing on the fact that the population is ever-growing), same-sex marriage can decrease the population. But, no, we’re stuck in our own religious fanaticism.
  3. People are oblivious. I mean, they’re abso-bloomin’-lutely dumb. They don’t even know what the LGBTQ+ community is like. They are “educated illiterates.”
  4. Indians are judgmental. I get judged so hard for not waxing my legs, forget about being with boys.
  5. It’s about time the media portrays gay people with respect.
  6. They don’t realize gay people are awesome af.

I mean, I write boy x boy fanfiction. I have friends who friends who ship male idols together. This has taught me to respect the LGBTQ+ community.

Most elders say that there were roles assigned to men and women. Men are supposed to do well in the public space, and women in the domestic space. Being gay is unnatural according to them. I say, that’s bullshit. I don’t remember Jesus saying anything like that. He just told us to love and respect each other. This is something human beings created in the name of religion, and it’s absolutely unjust.

Kpop Fanfiction and Tumblr

I have been a member of Asianfanfics since 5 January, 2014. It took me year to register. There was some technical glitch in their site, you see. All that time I only read without logging in.
I was in eighth grade, when I got addicted to it. I realized that K-POP fanfiction is serious business. In fact, some people will offer money to get a fanfiction story written for them.
Plus, if you are too active, you earn “karma points”.
Some authors are now published. It’s quite cool and some stories can be turned into movies.
But, you have to be regular in updating your story. I update my story every Thursday. I jot down notes and type the story out. I don’t really like straight fanfiction. I write gay ones.
You know you’re really addicted to fanfiction, when you run out fanfiction to read under a particular tag.
I have two completed stories. One of them is a one-shot, and the other is chaptered. Plus, I have an on-going story.
I love writing K-POP fanfiction. You already know who your characters are. No matter how you write, your subscribers appreciate it. Also, it’s easy to understand. I have noticed that K-POP fanfiction authors are pretty dedicated to their fanfiction. It’s way more vast than just One Direction Fanfiction or 5SOS fanfiction.

Anyways, I just started my Tumblr blog. My username is eternalmaknaegirl. Tumblr is pretty cool. It’s infested with GIFs, but it’s awesome.

Is anyone on Tumblr? Please follow me.

We ain’t givin’ up our favourite meals

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I have a lot of respect for talented comedian, Lee Guk-Joo. She’s so awesome. I mean, come on, isn’t she cute? She’s a talented variety performer in Korea and very much admired. At the same time, she’s lucky. She doesn’t have to deal with lewd comments about her body. People, especially the Korean audience, love her sense of humor, and her natural beauty. She’s not made fun of because of her appearance. Can’t we do the same in India?
Women, in general, regardless of nationality, talk about women’s appearance. It’s kind of unfortunate, when you’re a growing teenager, and hear some lewd comment from one of your aunts or any other female relative. They give weight loss advice when not needed (my relatives on Facebook, bring it on!). I’m sorry… I ain’t taking no advice I don’t need. I ain’t giving up my mutton and chicken curry.
It’s even more depressing, when the people I really love are judged.

Anyhoo, no one has the right to call me fat, except me and God.

When I Am Tired Of People

I don’t hate people. In fact, I am very sociable and have lots of friends. But looking at the amount of kids in our school, I do get annoyed with people. There are 5,000 kids in our schools. Our school is more populated than a small island in Europe! Whether they’re kids or teachers, I have to bump into everyone. I just get tired of so many people causing so much ‘traffic.’
There are some people whom I just don’t want to start a conversation with during my ‘alone time’ and when they start talking, I want to tell them to speak when spoken to. When many people interrupt my ‘alone time’, I can just blow up. And then, they’ll say that I’m hateful, angry and antisocial.
I listen to a hundred different people with different voices, every single day. And 80 percent have to give me advice I didn’t ask for. I do listen to people. But sometimes, I lose my cool.

Thinking Out Loud (not the Ed Sheeran song)

Looks can be deceptive. In my case, it’s true. People say that my face yells how bored and uninterested I am in life and that I just prefer to blend in he background. They think I am a person who doesn’t express her opinion out loud. I am a person who stands out. They take my kindness for weakness.
I remember a relative asking me, “You speak up?” Sadly, it was a relative whom I had been visiting since I was a single cell. This proves that she doesn’t have a clue about me. Do I care? No. One of my previous blog posts, I expressed most of my unpopular opinions and it was shared on Facebook. As usual, I got into trouble because of that. I was deemed as ‘hateful’ by most who say that they love me. Now they know how blunt I can be. This is going to be on Facebook and it’s going to happen again. If being blunt is hateful, I am hateful.