I think you would love this website that shows you what is out there for Indian Poetry.
Indian Feminist Poetry.
http://feminisminindia.com/section/culture/poems/
Indian Feminist Poetry.
http://feminisminindia.com/section/culture/poems/
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Friday, September 30, 2016
What College Does to You
So, what have I been up to since I've been away?
Well, I made it to my second year of college--currently in the middle of my semester, according to my testing schedule. However, many of my friends at other colleges are just starting their second years. Meanwhile, I'm over here in the middle of midterm season.
Tests really do make kids go crazy in college. I don't know if it is the pressure of procrastination, or having to re-absorb so much information again, or perfectionism. It's probably an accumulation of all three.
Honestly though, tests are just a social construct as are all things man-made and/or derived specifically from societal structures. Essentially, everything we touch is merely an enigmatic process of our social projections.
...
College.
This is what it does to you.
Actually it's three in the morning. I have to be at work at ten. I had dinner two hours ago.
I am a mess.
A damn mess.
Well, I made it to my second year of college--currently in the middle of my semester, according to my testing schedule. However, many of my friends at other colleges are just starting their second years. Meanwhile, I'm over here in the middle of midterm season.
Tests really do make kids go crazy in college. I don't know if it is the pressure of procrastination, or having to re-absorb so much information again, or perfectionism. It's probably an accumulation of all three.
Honestly though, tests are just a social construct as are all things man-made and/or derived specifically from societal structures. Essentially, everything we touch is merely an enigmatic process of our social projections.
...
College.
This is what it does to you.
Actually it's three in the morning. I have to be at work at ten. I had dinner two hours ago.
I am a mess.
A damn mess.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
/_ET'S PROCRASTINATE!
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Aren't I so cynical--I mean the best?!
(SHOULD I START TAGGING POSTS?)
Adieu,
Burgers
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Summer Time Baddness
Just gonna set something straight...
I wish I were still as happy as these folks!
Sorry to dump rain on your Ice Cream Sundae Parade, but seriously, nothing's happening for me. A good idea for your first (technically my second) summer of college is to STAY AS FAR FROM YOUR PARENTS HOME AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE!
I don't mean to sound ungrateful, not like a spoiled millennial brat who refuses to use her agency and call her friends. I am saying that it is hard to do much. Especially if you are normal. Like me.
This is what your second summer will look like if you choose to stay near your college:
- All your friends go back home, in which, home is located more than 200 miles away and takes hours to get to. So meetups like you did in the dorms are not quite all that possible.
- All your high school friends are either completely unreachable because they have either:
(a.) got new phone numbers and "forgot" to add your number
(b.) deleted/blocked you on all social media platforms without your knowledge
(c.) became completely boring
(d.) ?
In which case, all of these answers lead to a simple conclusion: they were never your friends in the first place. But of course I am generalizing the experiences of all and many. Besides, isn't 2016 is the year of burning bridges? I mean, just look at these wonderful just observe the recent actions of our faves, here and here. You cannot tell me that it isn't when you see all of that.
But I digress. The summer should always be a time for individual growth. This is the most pertinent time when you can choose to have all the time in world and do pretty much everything you wanted to do during the school year but couldn't for some odd reason.
My impeding factor was the dorms. Oh the college dorm life.
*shivers*
It was...An Experience... Don't get me wrong, it's an experience I believe that everyone who is granted the opportunity should take. It's life changing and eye-opening, and honestly one of the best residential experiences I have had in my life thus far. The only con I would say there is to it is that it feels very much like HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN. But like, High School x 2 1/2. (Take that however you want to. Some loved high school. Some hated it.)
At least this were true with the situation that I was in.
I had a different experience from a lot of people. I lived on a themed floor, which is exactly what it sounds like: a group of people lumped together because they all express a common interest in something.
That's all I will say about that for now. I may write more later on, but for now, I think that is all I need to say. I definitely recommend that you see the dorms for yourself if you are considering it, especially as a Freshman. Don't pass up that opportunity, especially when you are so young and have the world as your oyster.
But enough of this tangential dialogue. All I wanted to do was update you on my status--excuse me, I meant to say lack of an interesting summer whatsoever.
So there. In the words of an inspirational people I have ever met:
Can we all just--
Nite,
Burgers.
What time is it?
Sophomore Summer so far is a bummer.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful, not like a spoiled millennial brat who refuses to use her agency and call her friends. I am saying that it is hard to do much. Especially if you are normal. Like me.
This is what your second summer will look like if you choose to stay near your college:
- All your friends go back home, in which, home is located more than 200 miles away and takes hours to get to. So meetups like you did in the dorms are not quite all that possible.
- All your high school friends are either completely unreachable because they have either:
(a.) got new phone numbers and "forgot" to add your number
(b.) deleted/blocked you on all social media platforms without your knowledge
(c.) became completely boring
(d.) ?
In which case, all of these answers lead to a simple conclusion: they were never your friends in the first place. But of course I am generalizing the experiences of all and many. Besides, isn't 2016 is the year of burning bridges? I mean, just look at these wonderful just observe the recent actions of our faves, here and here. You cannot tell me that it isn't when you see all of that.
But I digress. The summer should always be a time for individual growth. This is the most pertinent time when you can choose to have all the time in world and do pretty much everything you wanted to do during the school year but couldn't for some odd reason.
My impeding factor was the dorms. Oh the college dorm life.
*shivers*
It was...An Experience... Don't get me wrong, it's an experience I believe that everyone who is granted the opportunity should take. It's life changing and eye-opening, and honestly one of the best residential experiences I have had in my life thus far. The only con I would say there is to it is that it feels very much like HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN. But like, High School x 2 1/2. (Take that however you want to. Some loved high school. Some hated it.)
At least this were true with the situation that I was in.
I had a different experience from a lot of people. I lived on a themed floor, which is exactly what it sounds like: a group of people lumped together because they all express a common interest in something.
That's all I will say about that for now. I may write more later on, but for now, I think that is all I need to say. I definitely recommend that you see the dorms for yourself if you are considering it, especially as a Freshman. Don't pass up that opportunity, especially when you are so young and have the world as your oyster.
But enough of this tangential dialogue. All I wanted to do was update you on my status--excuse me, I meant to say lack of an interesting summer whatsoever.
So there. In the words of an inspirational people I have ever met:
"Don't Do Drugs or You'll Get Like Me!" -- man at the liquor store.
Burgers.
Friday, March 25, 2016
Anxiety... Part 1 1/2
I am not one to share my personal information with people, but I think that since this is such a personal sphere, and sharing is one of the ways I cope with feelings, I feel like I should write about this.
I was diagnosed with Adjustment Disorder a few years ago by my therapist. It was spurred by a flurry of involuntary situations I was in at that age--home life, growing up, upbringing, etc.
Coffee makes me feel really tense, caffeine in particular. I do not think that I should have it.
Social Anxiety makes you think that everyone in the coffeeshop is looking at you, thinking about whether you're doing something inappropriate on your laptop, when you're just blogging.
It's hard for me to talk about these experiences, but I think it is important to note them, simply because they give me
Working around anxiety means working around my way of living.
It's believing that the cashier hates you because you took too long to make your order. It's waiting anxiously for the cashier to ask you if you have the money. It's wondering if you still have the money in your account even though you literally checked your account five minutes ago at the bank. It's paying for your order, sitting down for two minutes, and being sure that the cashier forgot to log your order, even though the menu said there'd be an eight-to-ten minute wait.
It's waiting a week to respond to a comment on your Facebook page, or waiting days to reply to an important text or email, simply because you are afraid of acting upon impulse.
It's writing a blogpost about it, knowing that there is something there.
It's feeling like there is always going to be some big event happening everywhere you. It's like having the world watch you, and not at all.
I was diagnosed with Adjustment Disorder a few years ago by my therapist. It was spurred by a flurry of involuntary situations I was in at that age--home life, growing up, upbringing, etc.
Coffee makes me feel really tense, caffeine in particular. I do not think that I should have it.
Social Anxiety makes you think that everyone in the coffeeshop is looking at you, thinking about whether you're doing something inappropriate on your laptop, when you're just blogging.
It's hard for me to talk about these experiences, but I think it is important to note them, simply because they give me
Working around anxiety means working around my way of living.
It's believing that the cashier hates you because you took too long to make your order. It's waiting anxiously for the cashier to ask you if you have the money. It's wondering if you still have the money in your account even though you literally checked your account five minutes ago at the bank. It's paying for your order, sitting down for two minutes, and being sure that the cashier forgot to log your order, even though the menu said there'd be an eight-to-ten minute wait.
It's waiting a week to respond to a comment on your Facebook page, or waiting days to reply to an important text or email, simply because you are afraid of acting upon impulse.
It's writing a blogpost about it, knowing that there is something there.
It's feeling like there is always going to be some big event happening everywhere you. It's like having the world watch you, and not at all.
Anxiety and Depression
This is what I am talking about. This is what having anxiety and depression at the same time feels like.
I just...
It's not you, it's me.
ANXIETY & DEPRESSION IN PICTURES
I just...
It's not you, it's me.
ANXIETY & DEPRESSION IN PICTURES
Sunday, March 20, 2016
I am so Awkward: Part 1
This is a pure disclaimer:
I am extremely socially awkward.
I mean, there is no one in this blue planet that can get any more awkward than me. I shy away from everyone. I overthink everything And that is the reason I end up becoming more awkward.
I am just really, really awkward.
k, that's it for now, bye.
I am extremely socially awkward.
I mean, there is no one in this blue planet that can get any more awkward than me. I shy away from everyone. I overthink everything And that is the reason I end up becoming more awkward.
I am just really, really awkward.
k, that's it for now, bye.
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