The Story of A Fat Girl

Once upon a time there used to be a fat girl. She was not fat since birth. In fact this girl was the talk of the town because of the way she looked, in other words, S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G!! She was extremely active. Dance was her passion. In fact her parents used to wonder if she'd make a career out of it. She used to spend hours dancing in front of the mirror or just looking at herself. She was proud of herself. And then one fine day, she won a cash prize of Rs. 7500/- for winning a state level oratorical competition, that was the moment she felt the joy of earning and in no time "spending". She developed a love for "butter chicken", "chicken manchurian". In a flash, all the money was spent on junk food. Money was gone but an addiction to fried spicy food was now a part of her being. Pocket money became the need of the hour. Dance was replaced by eating chips and watching TV sitting on the couch for hours, sometimes from sunrise to sunset. The lady was studying in XIIth std then and weighed 47 Kgs.

Years passed by. Initially it was magical. Nothing happened in terms of inches or pounds. But not for long. All the butter started to settle under her skin. Clothes got uncomfortable. Wardrobe kept changing. She started growing up and growing broad, literally. Life went through ups and downs - Academics, competitions, friends, relationships, family, finance all the issues that an indian teenager faces. Eating was soon connected to emotions. Happy? Eat chicken. Lonely? Order pizza with extra cheese. Sad? Guzzle a lot of chips with a chilled bottle of thumbs-up.

Now she is 25 years old and weighs 86.5 Kgs. Life has not been kind to her and continues to do so. Everyday there are at least 20 remarks on how fat she is. Her old (read SLIM) pictures (Facebook) are commented as being someone else's. Her new (read FAT) pictures (Facebook) have a lot of mockery and little or no appreciation. People who care for her provide her tips on how to lose weight and how important it is to do so. Currently, she can't afford a gym. Even if she would be able to afford it in future, the way she has become, she won't hit the gym until and unless it is upstairs or next door.

But then she knows that she is a beautiful person inside. She cares for people around her. She laughs a lot and is extremely understanding. And today when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt proud and thrilled. Not because she looked any different than how she looks off late. Just because she had no logical answer to what she asked herself "What's stopping you from bringing back the Real You?". All she could utter was....

...Its a new day,
It could be a new start
Its never too late
To listen to your heart.

And yeah she winked at her reflection in the mirror and blew a flying kiss. The princess was back!!

Not A Virgin, Not A Sinner!!

She dressed up in her dreams,
Her dream of giving him, her all,

He dressed up in his plans,
His plans of victory, his plans of owning her.

She was waiting,
Surrounded with petals of hope,
Fragrance of beautiful tomorrows..

He was moving,
Towards his prey, to devour her,
Inch by inch, drop by drop..

She closed her eyes,
And smiled inside,
Her heart racing,
Chills running down her spine..

He didn't feel a thing,
Only that he knew he will own her,
From this night on..


She desired it slow,
Wanting to get unveiled and unfolded,
She would lose herself with each touch, each whisper,
She would fall in love with her name,
Dancing on his lips, in his eyes,
She dreamt of "their" magic.

He desired pleasure,
Quick, and at any cost,
Even if it meant,
Seeing her die every second..
He would dig his nails deep,
Deep in her tender skin,
She would wail, scream for mercy,
He would take the beautiful doll of wax,
And paint her red in her own blood. He dreamt of "her" pain..

Once their eyes met,
He couldn't wait,
Not anymore,
In seconds, he squashed,
Her night of dreams, of fragrance,
Of beauty, of tomorrows..
Into a night of horror, of nightmares,
Of pain, of screams..

This was not all.
The second he knew,
He didn't win,
The second he realized,
She wasn't waiting for him,
All her life..
The second he saw,
She was loved before..
There was an animal,
On top of her..
Now fingers were claws..

Some time passed by,
For him, few hours,
For her, few ages.
He left the room,
Fuming in anger,
Leaving behind few murdered dreams,
Floating in a red pool of pain.

Her hurt heart-beats,
Her bruised breaths,
Felt sorry for her..
After all,
She was at fault,
She had loved once,
With all her heart and soul..
And then..
She loved again..



Kayi baar,
Rooh se kaagaz tak utarte utarte, Kuchh lafz...
Dil chiir dete hain..
Kuchh afsaane surkh hote hain Kuchh yu'n..


Dear Men, please get married for the reason that you need someone who you want to grow old with, have kids with, build a home with. Please do not marry for the sake of labeling a pretty virgin as your own.
What needs to be changed is this attitude of evil intentions masked by the term "marriage".

Abey Ja!!! Saale....!!

My goodness is not good enough for you,
My smile not genuine enough,
All you could do is count my meals,
And tell me that my pics are "blown" out of proportion,
You know what?
Abey Ja!!!... Saale...!!

My complaint is not valid enough for you,
The crime that I am victim of,
is somehow not serious enough for you,
More than my bruises,
You want me to count "some" cash.
You know what?
Abey Ja!!!.....Saale!!

Ogling at me was not enough for you,
Using dirty remarks at me was just not fun enough,
You "Had" to follow me in the bus,
And grope me in all ways possible in public..
You should have just died, but as of now...
You know what?
Abey Ja!!!....Saale!!

Your son's education was just not lucrative enough for you,
His white collar job just not decent enough,
You "had" to put a price tag on him,
I was blinded by his fake innocence,
But, I have to tell you this...
You know what?
Abey Ja!!!.....Saale!!

There are so many of us,
Suffering in silence,
Praying for freedom,
But still accepting "the wrong",
But high time, we spoke up,
Its time to flash that middle finger,
Literally and otherwise,
And say it aloud with me,
To all that is wrong,
To all who is evil,
You know what,
You Disgusting, Good for Nothing, Burfened lives?
Abey Ja!!!...Saale!!
Go Die!! Kahin Ja Ke Mar!!!...Saale!!


P.S. Coming Soon----"Get Lost, You Bastard!!".........(Anger Continues.....)