Fashion or sense?

‘Look it her, she is wearing jhumkas on jeans’

‘Shoes with a skirt? Funny it is.’

‘Her clothes are so old fashioned’

‘Bindi on western outfit? Naah.’

‘Doesnt she have a fashion sense?!’

I happened to meet one such armchair critic today. I was so disappointed by those nasty comments that it constrained me to think about this.
Fashion sense? According to you what is fasion sense? From where does it comes? Who decides it?
Fashion does not means to wear something that is worn by supermodels.
Fashion does not means to copy designer outfits of actors.
Even if you are following the latest trend, you cant make it up to that level until you put your own essence in it.
And even if you are not following the fashion but carrying your body the way you want it to be, you are having a perfect sense of fashion.
Why do people always have to poke others?
You can wear anything you want, anything. It will undoubtedly look good if you are carrying the outfit with confidence.
If you are going with some different mix and match outfit, people will call it weird. But it suddenly becomes a ‘trend’ when some celebrity tries it and people will start wearing it without even being comfortable.
Combining your clothes according to your own ideas and creativity satisfies your soul.
Ones who are more concerned about their appearance should have their own unique style and should not care about what other people would say.
But what most of us do is totally different. We blindly copy others without making use of our own sense. Why to go with the so called fashion rules when we have our own sense?

Face it to fix it.

‘​School days are best days’ ,they say.

They are best because in that age we are best versions of ourselves.

We are not fake.

In fact, We dont even have the ability to think about our benefit and betray others.

Our views are also not clear.

These all things has a great influence on our relationships with others.

As we dont know how to be mean and selfish, our friendships are also the same- real and genuine.

In school, I had many friends but then there were these four special ones. Our bond was as pure as that of our hearts.

We used to do all the fun things together, constantly staring and irritating others, clicking the pen at least once after teacher asked to stop it, playing pranks on the ones we hate, and many more.

All of us had some or other sort of problems but we always had each others back.

Then our real battle started. Life after school was going to lead us on our own path to success but all of us had different ones.

We went to different institutes and different cities.

Apparently, we started losing track of each others life.

Handling all the things in life in a proportion is such a complicated task which I think I am not sufficiently good into. All my other friends were into there occassional meets and talks but I was the one who failed to continue it.

Time flew by and I was there, in an all new city, having new bunch of friends and carrying all new dreams.

One fine day, a friend of mine acquainted me with some kind of workshop based on how to deal with the problems in our everyday life and how to overcome them.

One thing which hit me the most there, was that we need to put some extra efforts if we want to maintain relationships. I realised that I have failed to maintain some sweet bonds. In that workshop, they told us to finish all the work which is we ought to do but we keep hanging those things on. We were told to finish the work which is pending.

And suddenly, many random memories of school waved through my mind like a breeze of air. 

I realised I havent witnessed the love of those school friends since two years. It was a huge amount of time.

I decided, today I will talk to all those friends and will definately try to make things work.

And that bittersweet day ended with lots of complaints, but at the same time a deep breath of satisfaction after all these years.

Sometimes, you just need to take an initiative to make things better and everything else itself goes right. The only thing you need to do is to make a start. You really cant fix anything until you move your ass and face the fear.

Welcome to the real world! It sucks! 

The time had come when I was about to enter a new phase of my life.For me, being so homebody, it was the toughest time.
Still my excitement to live in a hostel knew no limits. My thoughts of living in a hostel were full of fun and amusement.
I finished my packing a few days earlier. All the unnecessary things went into my bags too only for the purpose of showing it off.

I, with mom and dad headed towards the city. The city was very near to my home town so my parents were not that worried about me but yes, they started feeling blue as they were about to leave.
Then they left and suddenly a thought popped up in my head saying ‘Hello girl, you are not safe anymore’. It was the worst feeling.

I realised no one was there who could give me back the feeling of being secured.
I realised no one was there who could assure me with safety.
But I made up my mind as I had no other option.
I thought it would be good to make new friends rather than just sitting and wiping tears. Unfortunately I ended up knowing that  I dont have a roommate and had only one room in that place except mine.

I hate being alone. I always like to be sorrounded with people no matter who they are.                                                        And again my head came up with another bad thought ‘Tada! You have no people over here. You are all alone.’
But I was too tired to give a damn about it that night. So I made my way to the bed.

Next day I woke up with oh-so-excited face. After spilling things on the floor and messing up with the stationeries i finally got ready for the first day of college only to know that government declared that day as a national holiday due to some reasons.
I was so disappointed with all the things that went wrong after shifting to that place.

Such similiar things continued to make me feel low.
I told all these bad happenings to my elder sister. She laughingly said, ‘Welcome to the real world! It sucks!’
Thankfully, I realised that its not just about the place and time, its about life. Things never go the way you want them to be, but still you have to find your own satisfaction. No one is going to do it for you. Maybe its not your life that sucks maybe its your approach towards life that does!!