Tuesday, 30 June 2015

SERIOUS PART 4: Once upon a Time.

It's long but hopefully worth the read!

So once I met a really strange girl,
she was sitting alone in the park,
laughing like crazy, with teeth like pearl,
she sat there till it was dark.

According to the watchman,
she came for a week after that,
sitting in the same place,
laughing like crazy, with eyes like a cat.

Rode on a cycle,
sat down and laughed.
And left, on her pink and yellow cycle, 
she seemed rather daft.

And one fine day,
she came on her cycle,
sat down,
and cried.

She howled as if she had never
done this before,
eyeliner running down her cheeks,
anger driving through her core.

She came to me,
and I offered her a tissue,
she took it and threw it away,
I had no idea what it was - the issue!

She mumbled a rant,
and saw my confused expressions,
so she tried to stop crying,
as she realised she wasn't setting a good impression.

She sat in a duck position,
and told me her story,

"It was nice and cute before,
but soon turned into a story quite sorry."

Basically she was married,
and had a daughter too,
the kid was 18 months old,
and she just 25.

Her husband was beating her,
and was a drunkard,
she bled several times
and slept in the backyard.

The beating started after the daughter,
"I wanted a son!" said the man!
Immediately started beating her,
with utensils, including a pan.

The girl ran away from the 'man',
and with no money,
left her daughter at an orphanage's door step,
with her favourite bunny.

Quickly got a job,
and friends there sympathised,
but told her to 'move on', not helping,
'laugh', they prescribed!

That's why she started
coming alone to the park,
forcing herself to laugh like crazy,
and leave well after dark.

I advised her to go to the police,
also to get her daughter back,
and definitely divorce her 'husband'
and dump him in a sack!

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

Sunday, 28 June 2015

Who Were You?

We spent some time together,
around an hour and a half,
We were both drunk for the better,
and I remember we had a great laugh.

I didn't catch your name,
due to the ruckus and the noise,
and I don't think you caught mine either,
but we both maintained our poise.

It's the next morning,
and I barely remember your face,
the headache's going steady,
at a uniform pace.

And so I hope to see you,
again some other time,
and hopefully this time around,
for each other we won't be mimes.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

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Thursday, 25 June 2015

The Lady & the Tramp.

The Lady & the Tramp, sketched by me.
It is not perfect, and I added the napkins around their necks because I wasn't being able to make the fur properly.
And I didn't make the spaghetti, nor the meatballs.

Bye!

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Hey Friend! Part 3 HAVING A WRITER-FRIEND

THERE'S A GIRL,
WHO OWNS A BLOG,
AND SO I SHOWED HER MINE,
AND SHE SHOWED ME HERS.

WE POINTED OUT EACH OTHERS FLAWS,
AND THEN THEIR GREATEST WORKS,
HAVING A WRITER-FRIEND,
REALLY IS A PERK.

I DON'T HAVE MANY,
INDEED, JUST A FEW.
AND I'LL PROBABLY SHOW THIS TO ONE,
TO GET A REMARK THAT'S TRUE.

- RAGINI ZUTSHI ANAND

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

PRETEND NO MORE.

I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES,
THAT FEAR,
AND THAT NEED TO CRY.


YOU SAY YOUR GOODBYES,
PRETENDING YOU'RE OKAY,
BUT HONESTLY,
YOU JUST WANT TO RANT ABOUT YOUR TRASHY DAY.

YOU'RE SCARED OF THEM,
YOU'RE SCARED OF US,
AND YOU'RE SCARED OF THOSE VILLAINS,
TRAVELLING IN THE BUS.

CONSTANTLY WORRIED,
YOU NEED TO TAKE A NAP,
OR A SWIM IN THE POOL,
WHATEVER IT'S CALLED (A LAP).

I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES,
THAT FEAR,
AND THAT NEED TO CRY. 

BUT IT WILL BE FINE,
SO LOOK FORWARD TO THAT,
AND COME SIT WITH ME AND MY CAT.

- RAGINI ZUTSHI ANAND


Monday, 15 June 2015

THEM REGULAR PARTIES.

WALKING AROUND IN FANCY CLOTHES,
HIGH HEELS,
A DRESS
WHICH HAS MANY FOLDS.

HAIR IN A BUN,
IT WAS EARLIER OPEN
THE TIME
WHEN IT WAS ALL FUN.

THE PARTY'S OVER,
IT'S DONE WITH NOW.
SO THE GUESTS ALL LEAVE,
WITH A FRIENDLY FAREWELL BOW.

THE EXTRA FOOD,
NOW BEING REFRIGERATED,
MUST BE CONSUMED SOON;
BEFORE IT'S OUTDATED.

THE MUSHROOM, THE PANEER,
THE CHICKEN AND THE MUTTON,
WILL SLOWLY FILL OUR STOMACHS,
MAKING IT HARDER TO CLOSE OUR BUTTON.

THE PARTY'S OVER,
IT'S DONE WITH NOW.
SO THE GUESTS ALL LEAVE,
WITH A FRIENDLY FAREWELL BOW.

- RAGINI ZUTSHI ANAND


Sunday, 14 June 2015

SOME UPDATES

YOU CAN SEE UPDATE PART 1 HERE

So, I will most probably not be able to post for almost a week from tomorrow as I will be travelling!
If I get the chance, I will definitely post something.

Also I came across THESE AMAZINGLY WEIRD WEBSITES RIGHT NOW, and I just had to share it here.
IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN HAVING FUN, AND WASTING YOUR TIME, YOU SHOULD NOT PROCEED, INSTEAD JUST SCROLL THROUGH MY PROFILE AND READ SOMETHING.

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO STUCK AROUND

NUMBER 1: YOUR NAME IN GUM

!!!!

This website basically allows you to write out anything, your name being a suggestion, IN THE FORM OF CHEWING GUM.
HOW COOL, IS THAT!
PLEASE CLICK ON THE IMAGE TO ZOOM IN

NUMBER 2: http://www.instructables.com/
As the name suggests, this website gives instructions to and for anything!

NUMBER 3: http://sanger.dk/
JUST GO SEE IT

- RAGINI ZUTSHI ANAND


LIFE STORIES #9 (iii) - STRANGE DREAMS

GO READ: PART 1  & PART 2 FIRST, DUH!

He was stout, smoking a Panatella. Holding in one hand the cigar, and in the other an ashtray. 
He said loud enough to be audible through the glass, but sounding eerily calm, "I don't litter, never have littered mother earth. And so. I'm sure you understand, that I obviously want to get rid of these..." pointing at Susan, "dirtbags, from our earth too." He ended his "speech" with great gusto and a devilish smile.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a loud beeping noise erupted from a distance, and everything that Anne could see now became hazy. She felt as though she was falling down a cliff, but was fighting it as much as possible, she had to save Susan from the creep!
And soon the "falling" stopped. She sat up hastily, finding herself in bed, with her robe in the same exact position as she has left it before turning in for the night. 
Her imagination ran one more time and thinking of how the attacker might have drugged her, and she ran down looking for Susan. She was nowhere to be seen,
and the door was bolted from inside.
Anne fell down and started laughing at herself,
realising that it was just a dream.

But what she didn't notice was the tumbler of water that she had given to "Susan" was lying on her carpet....

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

LIFE STORIES #9 (ii) STRANGE DREAMS.

GO READ THE PART 9 (i) FIRST, DUH!

Anne looked outside, and almost as if on cue, heard a twig snap. Then she saw a girl with rudely cut blonde hair, limping. She looked...tatterdemalion. 
That girl saw Anne and motioned her to come open her door.

That girl had been attacked, brutally, and fumbled towards Anne's main door.
It seemed as though the girl didn't want to ring the doorbell, as though she was scared it would alert the entire neighbourhood.

So Anne quickly put on her robes and pretty much tumbled down to her door.

Only after opening the door, letting the girl in and fetching her a tumbler of water did Anne take in the "state" in which the girl was.

The girl introduced herself midst sobs as Susan, and Susan's extremely dirty and muddy hands were clutching Anne's recently dry-cleaned sofa as if the world was spinning. Setting the tumbler down after gulping the water down, Susan quickly in one breath tried to explain how she was looking for something to eat in the neighbourhood garbage block, but stopped suddenly and turned pale. She screamed and kicked up her feet simultaneous, causing the tumbler to crash to the floor.

Susan pointed at the blotched, netted window next to the door, and there stood very proudly,
her attacker. 

- Ragini Zutshi Anand




LIFE STORES #9 (i) - STRANGE DREAMS.

Anne was awakened by an ear-piercing scream. It was way past midnight, probably closer to 2 AM. 

She didn't want to get out of bed, but curiosity got the better of her. The curiosity killed the sleep in this case, and so she sat up, groggily slipped the blanket off her night-suit clad body and walked towards the sole window in her room.

As always, the street light was off, darkness engulfing the street. 
She switched on the lamp closest to the window, suddenly flooding the street with a strong yellow light. She was only on the first floor, built upon a very short-in-height ground floor. More like a mini duplex.

After a few seconds of staring at the melancholic street, Anne thought of putting out the light, because her imagination was running wild, in the direction of how the "criminal" (if there was one) outside could probably see her very clearly right now. But as soon as she started towards the switch, she spotted some faint movement outside, and then a sudden gasp.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

stay tuned to read the next part!


Saturday, 13 June 2015

COME WITH ME.

Soaking in the Sun,
with my hair in a bun,
taking in the world
by the beach.

I've finally found heaven,
in a city like ours.
It's not busy, nor crowded,
AND underneath the stars!

So will you come with me,
and let me show you,
what our world can be
with just you and me?

We'll be swinging on the swing,
and sliding down the slide.
We can enjoy life, as it should be,
I can take you for one a hell of ride. 

The Sun, the stars,
and me.
What else could you 
possibly need?


So will you come with me,
and let me show you,
what our world can be
with just you and me?


- Ragini Zutshi Anand

Tuesday, 2 June 2015

SERIOUS PART 3: THEIR OPINIONS DON'T MATTER. (AND HOW TO DEAL WITH BULLYING)

DRAW WHATEVER YOU WANT ON YOUR HANDS.
GO CRAZY!
I cannot emphasize on this enough: 
THEIR OPINIONS DO NOT MATTER.
And hence, 
their opinions shouldn't matter to you either. 

"Their" could be anyone in your life. Your "friends", your classmates, your family, or society in general.

Please keep in mind that this is not an article to turn you up against those people, the "their". This is to help you understand how to not be bothered by whatever they say to you, by understanding that just because they say something to you, or by them calling you names, you don't actually become those things, and neither are you ALREADY those things.

If you're a person who was or is being subjected to bullying or other hateful comments, or being treated differently for no reason at all, being called things that you're not, or you know someone who is going through the above, you're probably thinking that this girl is crazy and that it's a lot easier to say (write) all these things. And yes, saying (writing) this is easier, but not "far easier". Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.

I'm the type of person who gets angered when I hear racist comments, or discriminatory remarks, even if they aren't directed towards me. I am being brought up in a family which never stopped me from speaking my mind, and having my own opinions. I can very freely speak my mind against my own family members. Unlike other Indian families, where this is discouraged, I am actually encouraged. Even if a family member of mine says something which is pretty racist towards another community, I walk off in protest. But if I think about it, it's not entirely their fault. They've been brought up like this, being taught these things, and not once did they question it. People like B.R. Ambedkar questioned, but got resistance from the other side. 

One theory I came up with was about how people are jealous, and that is what nurtures hatred in "their" minds, further compelling them to slide in remarks that hurt us. I will be very honest while giving examples , but please remember that I mean no harm and also this is a theory I came up with at the age of 12.

Example: 
I really feel, that people are racist towards the descendants of China because they are jealous. Jealous not only of their wonderful economy, their standards of living and their work force, but also because of superficial things like their smooth hair. I know this seems very childish to read, but I beg you to continue. 
They make fun of the Chinese people because they have what many would consider "small eyes" but they would never make fun of their hair.

One way to stop this kind of criticism coming your way would be to stand up for yourself. Don't let the jokes linger. If someone cracks a joke about you, either:

1. Laugh along. That would take out all the fun for them, as they were merely provoking you to see you angry and embarrassed, and after a while they will leave you alone and move to next easy target (whom you could help with this advice).

2. Say something witty/sarcastic - but never abuse or provoke the bully. This is not a pay back game. 

3. Talk it out. If you feel the bully will be upto it, call the bully out of his "group" of followers, demanding to talk alone. When alone, most people do not do anything or crack jokes because they don't have an audience, nor someone to back them up. If they refuse to come out, provoke them by saying something on the lines of how he/she is nothing but a scared kid outside his/her group. That gets their attention straight away. After calling them out, try to figure out why they pick on you, and try to stuff some sense into them.

4. (For school go-ers) Don't go to a teacher. By going to a teacher and complaining, they may leave you infront of the teacher, but they'll be a lot worse when the teachers not around. You can't be in the teacher's shadow forever right? Although sometimes going to a teacher might work and stop the bullying, but you may end up in complete isolation, with nobody to talk to at school. There is a reason behind this too: this usually leads the other non-bully children to think as though you're a tattle-tale and a betrayer vibe sets in. No one wants to be friends with a person who does that. BUT. IF THE BULLYING IS OF HIGH LEVEL AND INCLUDES VIOLENCE OR PHYSICAL AND MENTAL DAMAGE, PLEASE TALK TO WHOEVER YOU CAN FIND. Your parents, siblings, teachers, your counselor at school. Whoever. 

5. (Sort of contradictory to point 4) Talk to someone. Don't complain, or ask them to take action against the accused. Just talk. Let your feelings out, talk to someone you trust. If you couldn't think of someone at the word "trust": keep a diary. Don't write in it everyday, just whenever you're feeling low.

I have loads of friends who I've given this advice to, and have managed to, successfully, use all the above in my life as well. So here's hoping that this LONG article helps those who need it.

P.S If you couldn't understand why you would need this, it's probably because you're the bully.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand 

SERIOUS PART 2: BEAUTY STANDARDS

Go read the article :
 http://www.seemagoswami.blogspot.in/2015/05/just-say-no_65.html
So I recently came across this extremely well written, thought provoking and brilliantly framed article by Seema Goswami, who has written exactly what many of us don't know how to express. As usual, her article in the Brunch made me think a lot and also informed me about what happened at the famous Cannes Film Festival this year. I was completely unaware of this incident, and now knowing about it disgusts me to boundaries unimaginable. 

I don't honestly feel that a woman wearing 5 inch long (or longer) heels is any different than a woman who is NOT wearing heels, which shows that she is perfectly comfortable with her height and rather than have sore feet the next day, would rather enjoy herself at the amazing festival. Neither does it degrade her beauty, her looks, nor does it make her look un-flattering to the eyes. Who apart from fashion critics even cares about what shoes a woman wears to the "red-carpet"! Being with-held from walking towards an internationally acclaimed festival, and the reason being that a woman is not wearing HEELS, is horrible and the organisers and not the woman should be embarrassed. But just like Seema Goswami, I too was baffled when I realised that only one woman (Emily Blunt) actually lashed out at the organisers, whereas all the other female celebrities walked their hoity-toity walk in their beyond uncomfortable heels. What kind of an example are they setting for their fans, their followers who believe diligently in everything the persona does, and copies it and treats it like religion! 

For people like me, who someday aspire to be at the Cannes Film Festival to be recognised, but who also absolutely hate wearing heels, this is may be a problem. I would rather go in my converse or my lovely dragon claw shaped home slipper and make a style statement, instead of trotting at 3 cm per minute in those damned heels. 





Who even invented heels? Because that person , if not hated already, should be sent in for trial for filling up young females heads with thoughts of how they should be taller to be prettier and to be recognised, and also give them an inferiority complex. 

I can proudly say that I am, and am associated with many like me, who don't come into that category.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand