Monday 25 July 2016

“Perspective- Body Shaming and People”

You ever look at that one guy in your classroom and think, “Damn, Why is He so fat?”
Or maybe at the girl across the street, “Ughh.. Look at Her..”
Yup. Look at Her. And Look at Him.
No seriously. Just do.
And tell me what you see.
Let’s just start by saying that He or She is a very lucky person.
They are lucky, because they don’t have YOU in their life.
Yes, YOU. Because YOU are just another pile of misery that they feed on every day. And thank the Great Heavens that they don’t have to go through your rude comments on how awkward She looks in that cute little dress she brought at the store the other day or about how the good looking zero sized girl that they crush on would never set her eyes on Him.
So what if He or She is fat? I mean, just Look at Her. And Him.
I could give you a billion reasons to how they are an infinite times better than you are right now.
Okay, where do I start? Let’s just assume, that His life is filled with obnoxious, self absorbed, above average looking people like YOU. They alienated Him, left Him on his own and went to the extent of bullying him. Soul scarred for life, but why do YOU care, you just like seeing a fat little piggy squeal, don’t you?
He might either enjoy His alienation and Evolve.
Or He might find The Best, The Most Genuine And Honest people in life, who might even stay throughout till death, no backstabbing and with occasional fights and Pain-In-The-Rear-End moments. People He would gladly show off with the evergreen title of, “My Best Friend”.
Whereas you, My Beauty Queen (or King, for that matter), would meet people who fall for your beauty and charm, lack of self respect and respect towards people who are slightly larger than you are, but would they stay forever? Would they kill for you?
I bet you a billion bucks, they won’t.
Because they are after your looks, Girl. Or Boy. Why do I care? I care about The Boy or Girl YOU Body-Shamed at least once in your life.
Now let’s enlighten You on how the Guy (Or Girl. Urghh... ) who weren't so lucky and got alienated. Both versions. Good and Bad.
This Beautiful Creature, cried Himself to night every day of his existence. He read books and listened to songs and could tell you all about what he found the other day. You may find that he has the most compassionate heart, the purest of souls and trust me when I tell you to trust his judgement on people and life, Because He knows Perspectives, something which You possibly don’t know. He knows perspectives, because He has been There.
Bad Version? He just turned into a serial killer, or even worse, Your dental doctor.
Karma and Her ways to get back at you.
No one would blame you.
But I would.
I would blame you every day for the rest of your miserable life about what you did to that slightly overweight girl across the street.
I would remind you how it would all have been different in an alternate universe. You guys meet, you keep your prejudice at bay for a change, and you talk. You might be surprised how He might tell you things that no body had dared to tell you so far. He might make you a big deal in his Universe, and trust me, if we are talking about worthiness here, I would think that you would rather be a Superstar in a foreign country, in a foreign TV show, where you get some value for your exceptional acting skills than be a slave that everyone spits on at home.
If He makes You part of His Universe, trust me, it is way better than being a part of the fantasies those spineless pricks you hangout with think about you every night.
You swear that you would really want to be a unique person, be a gem among worthless stones, yet you still act like them.
Next time you see Her, talk to Her. She is an introvert, I tell you. She might withdraw to her own Cocoon of Happiness, created because of You. But don’t let that ruin the image I just build up for Her. She is just Fat. Fat Heart and Everything. The Package Deal.
Who knows? One day she might be the star bridesmaid at your wedding. He might be the reason you didn’t kill yourself for that idiot who dumped you the last week. She might be the reason why you laugh so much. He might be the reason why you are into Star Wars. She might be the one to teach you cook. He might teach you to fart. Who knows?
How will you know the truth about Him or Her unless you willingly seek it out yourself?
It’s all about Perspective, you know.
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-An Article By
The Violet Woman
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Friday 22 July 2016

Infinity and Beyond



Today of all days, the lifts decided that Rebellion was the next best way to kill a man.

The first was obesity.

Trust me when I say by the time I reached my heavenly abode, located a good seventeen floors above Earth, I became the Bleeding God and I bled salt water.

Even Oxygen couldn't touch me for the next thirty seven minutes.

My Mother opened the door and reduced herself to a mass of salt water too. Mine bled through my pores, Hers through her soul.

Ask for water, and Life puts salt in it.

She whimpered clutching my hands, holding on to them as if they were her last grip on sanity. And handed me the Letter.

My sister's Letter.

Nope. She didn't elope.

My sister belonged to the category of women who enjoyed their own company so much that sacrificing it for the eternal company of another seemed like a deadly sin. A Narcissist by birth, she considers all men as scum, except the men in her family, so the whole idea of her eloping can be put out of the equation. Period.

But she did run away.

I read the letter, hoping she did not run away with my DSLR.

"Omi,

Remember the day we fled to the lighthouse by the sea after we fought with our parents?
We both spent hours staring at the sea spread out infinitely in front of us, discussing possibilities, our future, the places we would travel together, our mutual attraction to the Mountain Road... Remember?

That was the last day I set my eyes upon the sea.

I don't even remember what shade of Blue they were. Turquoise? Indigo? Aquamarine?

But I do remember the cracked walls of the hospital. Pale Yellow with age. I remember the Poison Green coloured sheets. The deep shade of Red with a tinge of Maroon in it. My Blood.

We both know that I am beyond saving. I don't want radiation and medicines and all those toxic substances they inject to make me feel better to be the last thing I remember when I die.
There are certain things left  to do in this world. Like a Bucket List. For Example, I want to fly on a bike with my hair open, singing out loud. I want to run up the spiral stairs of a hundred lighthouses and scream at the top of my lungs, and I want to run all the way down screaming like a madman. I want to visit those temples up in the mountains and know what is so incredibly special about them. I want to learn how to play the guitar. I want to read a thousand books. Just a thousand. Because I have so little time left in this world."

Involuntarily I shuddered just reading this particular line.

"And then I want to fall in love. Not with any other person, Omi. With myself. I want to live the rest of my life devoting to my happiness. I want to love my body for being just the way it is, the deep stretch marks, the scars from childhood fights, my unhealthy hair with split ends. Just like how John Legend sung for his wife, I want to love all my curves and edges. My perfect imperfections.
Because I lived to this day hating every single thing about me. I blamed myself for the fights our parents had. I blamed my body when my boyfriend broke up. I cut down my hair every time it grew because I thought it looked ridiculous, even though every time I let it grow you said I looked beautiful. Right now, I believe it is all the blaming and the hating that made my cells rebel against itself. I mean seriously I don't blame them now. How can I expect my body to love itself when I myself didn't love it in the first place?

But now that is going to change.

Please don't come after me, Omi. Just don't. I know we promised ourself a mountain ride. But the Best is kept for Last. Just let me go, Omi. Let me enjoy life for myself. Taste a piece of Infinity and Beyond.

Alone.

I want you to pacify our parents. Tell them nothing worse that THIS is gonna happen to me. I'm a dead person anyway.

More than that, I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy that your sister made her peace with death. I want you to be happy that I lived before I died. I want you to be happy that you raised me up in a spectacular way, and nothing would ever replace your lessons in any way whatsoever.

Be happy for me. Be happy for us. This is what I want right now. I would be eternally grateful to you if you do this one thing for me.

In return, I can only promise you one thing.

I promise you that I won't die while I'm gone.

I love you, Omi.
And Mom and Dad too.

To Infinity and Beyond.

Love,
Ishitha. "


I held her letter and smiled. It was drenched in emotions. Both Hers and Mine.

"What will we do, Omkar?" My mom wept in my hands.
"We let her taste infinity and beyond." I said, smiling.

There was one more letter stapled to this one.

"P.S-
I am borrowing your DSLR.
And your T-shirts.
And your Credit card.
I promise you that I would spend judiciously.
XOXO"

I let out a groan while my father laughed in the background.






-The Violet Woman
Lilliput #7
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