As I opened my eyes,

I knew my wishes were answered-

What I saw was bright blue skies

Painted on walls around me.

I knew it wasn’t true-

This dream’s too good;

And I know it too,

I just know it too well.

I didn’t feel like leaving my dream

‘Coz this is what I wanted,

All I could do is enjoy it with a beam

And live it all I could.

I was sleeping on a bed I knew only too well,

‘Coz I had to make it everyday;

I was in a room that at day I dwell

And about it- at night I dreamt.

I was in pajamas I knew by heart

Silk and satin-

Finished with a touch of art;

Bought from “Chloe”, Paris.

I sat up on the bed

And smelled the sweet fragrance of roses

Put on the bed and pillow just as she had said;

White rose and red rose fresh from the garden.

I slipped my feet into the furry slip-ons

That I’ve heard many rumors about;

After searched for in many towns,

In Rome, these have been found.

I got up and looked into the mirror

And saw her pretty face staring back;

I took in those lovely blue eyes- so clear

So clear that I’ve never dared to look at.

That creamy complexion that many has envied,

Those rosy cheeks that lit up her face

Those golden ringlets combed back and teased,

And those pearl-white teeth that always smiled at me.

She was my mistress, I was her maid

She was a princess, but still my age;

Where ever she went, red carpets were laid,

She was an heiress, I was just a maid.

I never envied her beauty,

Nor her luck nor wealth;

To work for her was my duty,

Which for her, with pleasure I did.

But still, with all my heart I wished;

I wished I was her, or at least like her.

My wishes were answered-

They were answered in my dreams.

I live the day for the night to come-

When I can live my dream;

When in her voice I can sing and hum

And a princess, be.

- I’ve always fantasized about being a princess, but I never got to be one. Oh well, not yet (who knows what my future brings? ) So, this poem goes out to all you girls out there who fantasize about being a princess… Hope you like it [:

Every moment we were together

Every second we amused each other

Every minute we spent confusing someone

I guess they would be the reasons for my being, in the long run.

I could just look into your eyes and understand you,

I never thought, to those eyes I would have to bid adieu,

You used to think what I think, feel what I feel,

But now, you’ve left behind a wound I know will never heal.

Each and every memory, gives me more pain each day,

Each painful flashback hurts me everyday,

I am living my personal hell,

Alone and cramped in a lonely shell.

Tears I’ve shed, floods I’ve cried,

Alone and hurting, with no one to confide in,

Together we were born, together we lived,

But we couldn’t cease together as we promised.

I look at the mirror and I see you,

I see a brunette with eyes clear blue,

If I speak, I hear your voice,

Other than to bear it, I have no choice.

I lift my head to see captured moments of you and I,

Then, I close my eyes and try not to cry,

I look around me and I see you,

I know, wherever you are – you miss me too.

I cry, I smile when I remember each day

How, whatever I do, you get in the way.

Your sarcasm, your humour, your personality,

Your remarks, your honesty, your originality.

You gave me a reason to smile,

You made it worth the while,

You made me see life in a new way,

Dearest sister, it’s due to your last wish, I survive each day.

Just in case, I should tell you- NO I did not even have a twin sister (unfortunately), leave alone lose one. This poem was the result of reading a random article in a magazine when I was bored, bursting into tears, and having nothing better to do but dwell on the pain of someone I’ve never known (let alone seen).

Hope you like it

A new girl comes to school.

First day- sit on her own. Observe what’s going on around her.

Second day- talk to the “it” crowd.

Third day- hang out with the “it” crowd.

Forth day- officially declared a member of The Plastics.

Seriously.

(p.s. By The Plastics I am actually referring to the Snobby-Bitchy-I.Rule.This.Place-Bow.Down.To.Me type people. Oh well, you get the idea don’t you? Or just check out Mean Girls)

None of us want to be neglected. None of us wish to be social rejects. Have you asked yourself what you want to be seen as, by other people?

Rejects? Freaks? Weirdos? No.

Miss. Popular? Everyone’s-Best-friend? Yes.

Some of us try to achieve the said image by building the personality, being optimistic, being our own selves, and not what other people want us to be. But some of us choose the easy way out- we tend to try achieve the said image by sucking up to the popular crowd. Simple. You give them ass. They accept you. You are popular. Problem solved.

But is it? Have YOU achieved that image? Did you do it on your own? Do you deserve it? Or is it some title someone gave you as long as you lick there boots?

If the answer is yes. Then, no, you haven’t achieved anything. It is merely something someone gave you temporarily. You “borrowed” it. And when you borrow something you must give it back. Plus, it’s not yours in the first place.

Anyways, lets look at this simply. Take school for example. For me, school is a VAST stage that has any number of melodramas going on at the same time. You could see it as I see, or you could have your own opinion. It’s up to you. But what I mean is, school is definitely no heaven.

In school, you meet various people. A hell lot of them really. Geeks, Freaks, Weirdos, Jocks, The Plastics, Witches, Bitches- you name it! And what’s scary is- it’s NOT up to you to decide which category you want to join. You don’t choose your category, everyone else does. They categorize you by what you do, how you do it, your attitude, your personality etc etc. You have two options-

One: Once you’ve made up your mind about what you want to be, you put on an act so everyone else says “oh yes, he is one of these people…” That is, if the “existing group” happily welcomes you to the club. But, that’s another story.

Two: you be yourself and let whoever say whatever they want, and not give a damn about it. Instead, you go, “Aw hell man, you got a problem you need help with?” (okay, I stole that line from Meg Cabot… )

I prefer the latter option. But, surprisingly, most people do not. And even more shockingly, some people do not accept who they are. They want to be like some one else, so they act like a total duplicate of the original person, usually resulting in them getting the pet name “wannabe”.

Let me explain- there’s this guy I know (let’s call him A)- he’s got his looks, a total idiot, a dumb, still kickass friend. But he’s still a good guy. Maybe he doesn’t know what to say when you breakdown in front of him. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s good. And liked. By many (proven by his record of girlfriends- but that’s another story). And there’s this other guy (let’s call him B)- a person I really don’t know- the type who exists but not noticed- you know?But all the same a person who never talks. Or never wore his hair like A’s before. Leave alone A’s elaborated haircuts, B never had any hairstyle.

One day, B is himself. Then, after some days, a month or two, he turns up again, and he’s had a total makeover! He’s made himself a replica of A. He has A’s haircut, A’s sporty shoes, A’s phrases (really, the guy TALKS like A) and whats more- B totally SUCKS UP to A. A is his idol. His god. And that’s seriously disgusting.

So, what I am trying to tell you is- look at this guy B, he’s living another person’s life. It’s pathetic. I mean, he’s pathetic. People really should stick to being who they are. I mean, if you SO want to be noticed, why not improve yourself? Not become replicas of others.

Another case of people who allow others to “label” them  tend to be the “followers”. They also, as mentioned above, change who they really are, simply because they want others to like them. But, come to think of it, even if they do become popular, or at least accepted by those who they worship, others don’t really like “them” do they? No, others like what they have become. Sounds confusing yeah? Let me explain.

Supposing you know this person who tells you she hates pink. And that she never did like mini-skirts. Then, she decides that she wants to join The Plastics of your school, and not be a left-out-Queen-of-Freaks. So… (drum-roll…) she changes…

All of a sudden she’s wearing pink mini skirts, and giggling all the time as if she had a fit. Out of the blue, she wants to be a cheerleader, and she’s hanging out in the restaurants where anyone who’s popular (or wants to be), hangs out in. And, Bang! She’s the latest addition to The Plastics of your school.

But how did she get this little “title”? Of-course, by sucking up, following around and worshiping her “idol” Miss. Leader-of-The-Plastics. She changed so that she’ll be accepted by The Plastics. But, is it HER who became accepted by The Plastics or is it the person she became in order to join them?

Seriously, why are people so… well, stupid? Why change so that others will like the “new you”? Why live life the way others want you to? Why not be yourself?

Honestly, life is too short to live the way others want you to, you should start living it the way you want, or else you’ll never get a chance to do so…

“Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.”

-Kurt Cobain

xD

“A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
–Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.”

Quote from “She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways” by William Wordsworth (courtesy of my brother’s Ordinary Level Examinations Literature Anthology )

William Wordsworth, one of the greatest poets in the English Literature penned these few lines to describe a certain Lucy. She existed-yes, but, no-one appreciated her existence or even know that she existed.

Strange isn’t it, that there could be such Lucy’s in this society? People who have been neglected and cornered? People whom WE have neglected, who we have not appreciated or simply those who we don’t even care if they exist? And there’s the possibility that there could be a Lucy within you!

We are all humans. Psychology proves that we all have feelings and emotions. What would we feel if we were left out? If we were neglected by everyone else and cornered, treated as if we didn’t exist? Maybe someday in our lives, we remember being treated like that, or worse, maybe- we remember treating someone like that. Sad, but true- it hurts. The guilt of leaving someone out and then remembering it when it’s too late- hurts man, sure does… Trust me. And when you want to say sorry- it’s too late.

In this society, we tend to leave people out, and not wait for people to catch up with us. There are times when our mood is bad, when we are annoyed; we take it out on someone else. There are also times when we tend to neglect people, ignore them simply because we don’t like them- for no reason, or to be frank we think he or she is a pain and shouldn’t be tagging along with us. Come to think of it- is it fair? Hell no! But we do it! When there’s a party of people we give priority to some people, and we ignore the rest. We let them get the message that they are not invited or they are not wanted there.  When you want to say sorry- you can’t- it’s too late, it’s not possible.  And it hurts even more to think how much you have hurt another person, simply by your Look-I-don’t-give-a-damn-whether-you-exist-or-not attitude.

All I ask from you is open your eyes, accept people for who they really are, not what you want them to be. Look beyond your little “clique”- look into the world, look into the society, and look into the human race. The world we live in, the society we mingle with, it’s no heaven, and it does not consist of angels. But you could be one angel in that dark; you could spread your light. It is said that one person can change the whole world, then why not be that one person?

If you look properly, you might see the unjust I am talking about. So please do… DO look at the world in a different way, help everyone come out of their shells and live their lives in happiness… They did nothing to deserve being left out… Put yourself in their shoes, sees what they see- unjust ; feel what they feel- loneliness… so act fast, be the one person who helps all the Lucy’s around that person… be that person, because you CAN be that person. All you need to be that person is a heart. And I know that you’ve got one somewhere…

Okay, am no miss-perfect or miss goody-two-shoes, but I’m not the kind of person who goes *Sigh* “No way… I can’t do this!!” before even seeing what should be done. Nuh-uh, am the kind of person who goes “Oh SHUT THE HELL UP WILL YOU?” to all pessimists. I mean, hello?? What will the world be like, if Thomas Edison, Archimedes and Alexander Graham Bell said “hell no! I can’t invent this!” ? So, if you are one of those pessimists out there- ask yourself this question before opening your mouth to say “NO” even before you know what you are talking about.

Now don’t get me wrong, am not telling you to go around saying “yes” to everything. But please at least bother knowing what you are saying “no” to before you do. You could be turning down an offer you would never get any day… trust me, I know.

So, I have learnt not to say “no” before thinking. And I have also learnt something else- never say no if there are others around you. Especially those you don’t know. Well, okay, let me explain. You know that first impressions are important right? So imagine, you go to a summer camp, and you are in a particular group. You guys are given a task to do, and you open your big gap and blurt out “no freaking way am I going to do this!” Loser. That’s the first impression you give. Are you one? Do you WANT to be one? I think not.

Well, it doesn’t always have to be new people. Even at school- with your friends, to whom you have given a first impression way back, at the time you would have said “mama I got a booboo” and run around sucking your thumb- it’s still a big DO NOT, to say “no” without thinking. Imagine, you people are in for some group work, and you say “no”- it ruins the spirit. Trust me it does. When I come across people like that, my hand itches to slap them- it’s irritating. It ruins the team spirit.

It doesn’t have to be group work, it could be your everyday life. Imagine you want to try out a new, crazy-looking rollercoaster, and your friend goes all “yeah sure, break your limbs and come. I’m not coming with you” Don’t you just feel like going “would you shut the hell up?!” I mean jeez, you just wanted to try out a rollercoaster.

So okay, enough blabbering around. My point? I think it is made all clear. If you are one of them who thinks all negative, please STOP BEING PESSIMISTIC. It’s annoying and irritating for those of us around you. And you will never live a super-blast-kikass life if you do not get out of that shell and try out new things and take risks. So start a new life- look at life in a different way, start saying positive things for a change, and trust me, everyone would want to be your friend.