Waiter or Entrepenuer?

Hey guys! So damn sorry for such a long break. Actually I promised myself not to be so much socialluly active until I get done with my NEET. But I ended up breaking it. No, I don't use any social media stuff right now, but blogging also takes time, right?
So this is a story cum poem which I wrote days back. I never thought of posting it here and so it didn't come out. But I really feel this as the best work of mine till date. So let's not waste any time and show you the stuff..

Waiter or Entrepenuer?

Just two more minutes, he yelled for an hour 

I sat quietly hoping to see his car

He isn't far away, I kept thinking

Those last moment rejections kept me shrinking

I have to impress him this time

My parents already felt me grime

I was already twenty-five

And unmarried yet was difficult to be alive

I had Vitiligo

It isn’t a disease, but a vertigo

Those face creams were tired to rest upon my skin

They made me a constant feeling of chagrin

My mother told me, they love curvy but slim

They love fair, less dim

I was taught to eat less than healthy

I was taught to keep shut and remain stealthy

My opinions mattered the least

To reduce friction between my mind and my words, they often greased

The last rejection caused my parents in despair

And that was enough of me to bear

The number of face creams I used doubled

An unquestioned boy was what I struggled

And so, I waited for him for an hour and two now

This is the last time to anyone I bow

And there he arrived

Smiling at me, contrived

He was probably here to file with me a contract

We were to make a story, and not a fact

He greeted me, looking up and down

He obviously noted the light and dark brown

We talked about our families and stuff

He wasn’t that bimyou or bluff

He loved my smile, he said

I thought he should be honest instead

He grabbed the Menu and ordered two cups of cappuccino

Uh ho, it was quite andantino

I smiled and tried to maintain that contact

I just didn’t want him to distract

The waiter brought the Coffee

I was astounded to see his abnormality

He was too rude for a cup on his pants

The waiter was fortunate for his grants

He apologised for his uncertainty

But the man stood up in front of me

I had to have him today for sure

So I tried to calm him up and allure

He cleaned himself in the washroom

And I kept sucking myself for my doom

We didn’t talk about too much after that

And that date ended up matt

He didn’t bother to give the waiter a tip

And after that, I didn’t found him equip

I asked for his answer in the car

His answer was quite bizarre

‘You are good but I should think,

Give me some time to sync’

My heart told me it was a no

For my parents, I didn’t had a face to show

I felt disappointed for the waiter there

He might already have his job lost declared

So I rushed back to the Café and paid him his tip

And that moment had a large flip

He declined it and asked for a favour instead

‘I couldn’t do anything for you, I’m scared’

Can we date once? He asked

And today I’m marrying him, both of us basked.

Please do comment your opinions about this. Thanks for reading.

Until next, 

Vidhi

Life's Metagenesis

Hello folks! All fine? Same here. It's midnight in my country and I am not yet asleep. Actually I was studying until and then those books tire me so I thought of writing something. And I am up with an issue many of the girls face until date. I won't tell more about it, the article says it all. Please read until the end. Thank You

The alteration of generation where kids are smoking cigarettes instead of playing "Teacher-Teacher", teens are sending nudes instead of setting up goals, adults are raping children instead of fulfilling dreams and children are getting pregnant. We wonder why?  Actually there's no time left to wonder why. The system works this way.
I am a girl.  I am not allowed to wear my skirt because boys get high seeing my legs. I am not allowed to eat more than I get because I may get fat and then I won't get a boy to marry.  I am not allowed to show my cleavage,  I am not allowed to go out of the house after 10, I am not allowed to think modern, this is great,  isn't it?  Actually  the system's great,  the system which the universe has accepted.
I am killed just before I born,  in fact I was prayed not to be born.

When I was born,  people were talking that my parents possessed bad luck. I couldn't hear those words, but my heart felt.  They were chasing behind my family.
When I was in Grade 5, I was told to sit beside girls or else I will be called a slut.
When I was in Grade 7, I got my periods and I was left untouchable for almost 4 days. I was not allowed to wash my hair, neither I can enter the kitchen nor I can use my regular utensils,  I could not celebrate festivals, I could not enter the temple,  I could not water the plants, I could not wash my hair and the list isn't yet completed.
When I was in Grade 9, I was told not to go out of the house after 10 or talk to strangers, especially males.  Even I wasn't allowed to ask my own family 'why'.
I don't really have a very sharp explanation for this.. I would just like to express myself through these unheard words that :

I am born to live
Happiness is all what I give
Why does this happen to me?
To this world, I want to be a devotee
Why do boys stalk behind?
They might have some business, please mind
Why do I have to wear uncomfortable clothes?
Just because the minds of boys have some woes?
Why are my boobs stared?
Do you think I am despaired?
Why is my vagina fucked?
Why are my nipples sucked?
Why shouldn't I talk important matters?
Why always does a girl shatters?
Why shouldn't I get equal share?
Just because I bear...?
But now, I am going to fight for myself
I am going to raise my voice
I am going to stand at affairs
I am going to speak on chairs
I am going to fly aces
I am going to win races
I am going to shower success
I am going to aggress
No matter what comes ahead,
I will destroy and walk upheld
Stand up girls, improve your argument.
Because it's silence that speaks everything...
Thank You

:)
Until the next,
Vidhi

Like a Mountain

Hey people.
I promised I would crave out some of the unheard words of beautiful writers and here I come up with an extravagant poem by a girl named Venessa (Instagram profile: vba_2711). I must say, she has an extraordinary talent of poems on life, soul anf stuff! I just love them. Here is one of them from her beautiful list 'Like a Mountain'. Go and follow her if you like this poem and want more.

Do you want to see your write-ups on this blog? Message me :)        
            
The joy in my heart
The pain in my eyes
The hurt in my soul
The twists in my life....
Is just like a Mountain

Every breath I take
Every thought that passes my mind
Every single second that goes without you
Every day I live of my life...
Is just like a Mountain

I realise my abilities
I do realise my faults
I realise, I breathe every day
I want to realise the purpose of life
And I realised the reason for living
Is just Like a Mountain

Until the next,
Vidhi

Yugen

In a philosophical world, where the mountains can't reach the skies, where the trees can't talk, where the river can't fly, where the crows can't sing and the truth can't be false, what are we humans doing here?
Do we have an urge to change the nature, or even replicate it? The bits' and bobs all around, the crave for a happy life, is this the way we enjoy the nature?

Do all the galaxies would have such beautiful nature like ours? Do all the galaxies would have humans like us? Do all the galaxies would persuade​ life like us? If yes, then why can't we travel to other galaxies and tourism there? It would be so much fun, eh?

Can we just take a break and place ourselves to a cynefin? To hear the nature's voice, the woodnote, to see the feuillemort, that is, the color of a dying leaf, ochar and fruitful, to sense the komorebi, the beautiful sunlight passing through our skin and our arteries and veins and to our blood, to sleep under the sound of psithurism and to smell the wild air?
Is all of these possible? Or we humans would just live this life, competing with each other, growing each day for a better day which isn't yet guaranteed to arrive?

Dear nature,
Thanks is not a perfect word which I can offer  for the job you do. May I respect you till the end of my last breath. May I bow down to you when a thing I do is against your esteem. May I everyday love you for your unreturnable gift.

Until the next,

Vidhi :)

Promise

Hey people. All set? Sunny bunny!
Waiting for my Grade 10 Result which was to be announced today 🎲
Never mind, I bring you a heart touching poem by Lieke who I met a few days ago on Instagram (her username is mewierdo.poetry- Go follow her!). I was surfing through writers with unheard words and I found her. She is so amazing, and her poems are mind blowing. I loved one of her poems which illustrates a 2-sided story and so I decided to put it up on my blog. Why not to hear beautiful unheard words of unrecognized writers?
I promise, I will be doing this from now. I would post stuff of other marvelous writers too. I would grow them along with me. Let's grow the world people, do comment what you think.
So here's her poem...

I promised you

I made a promise
That I'd meet you over there
Under the tree🌲, behind the playground
We were going to talk.

Because we thought
Maybe this could be something more 💑

I'm sorry I didn't show,
But I couldn't 🙇
I knew that when I would,
I won't be able to say this to you
We can't be something more,
I couldn't do that to you. 💔

I'm sorry
But I made another promise
And that is, that I'll never hurt you 💘

You promised me

You made me a promise
To meet me right here.

Under the tree🌲, behind the playground,
I thought this could be something more. 💑

But you didn't show,
I don't think you ever will.🙇

But I'll just keep on waiting
Under the tree,
In he pouring rain 💦💧

Awesome, isn't it. Email me your stuff and I would post on my blog. And yes, do comment what you think of this poem.
Until the next,
Vidhi

!Food Doof Food!

"You can't buy happiness, but you can buy food! That's the same thing, isn't it?" xD
Hey folks! Amazing topic today- FOOD! I guess almost everyone would like to read this post :D
Okay, so as an Indian, I am going to honor 12 Traditional Indian Foods That Can Change Your Life Forever (I don't know in which sense) xD
Let's start then.
1. Nethili Varuval

What It Is: Anchovies dipped in a paste of turmeric and red chilies and fried, native to the South Indian region Chettinad.

Perfect For: A crispy, spicy appetizer.

Feels Like: Temple bells.

2. Biryani 

What It Is: An aromatic rice dish cooked with several spices, notably saffron, and a protein (typically chicken or mutton) that's been marinated.

Perfect For: A huge family dinner.

Feels Like: Hearing the neighborhood mosque sound its azan for evening prayers.

3. Momos

What It Is: A variation on the traditional dimsum, native to the North Eastern states that border Nepal (where the dish originated), eaten with a fiery red chutney.

Perfect For: A quick mid-evening snack.

Feels Like: Kicking your shoes off after a long day and settling into your couch for hours of TV

4. Idli

What It Is: A heavy South Indian breakfast food. A fermented batter of ground rice and lentils, steamed in little circular moulds.

Perfect For: When you're done sleeping in on a Saturday morning.

Feels Like: Being woken up by the smell of cooking.

5. Gulab Jamun

What Is It: Small balls of dried milk, slow cooked and boiled in a sugar syrup.

Perfect For: When you've already had a delicious meal and have just enough room for dessert.

Feels Like: Playing hide-and-go-seek with your cousins at a family reunion way, way past your bedtime.

6. Chhole Bhature'

What It Is: A spiced, curried chickpea dish served with a fried flour bread.

Perfect For: A late Sunday breakfast.

Feels Like: Seeing your family all dressed in new clothes on a festival day.

7. Kati Roll

What It Is: A traditional street food popular across India (and abroad). A wrap of kebabs, eggs, vegetables, and spices rolled into paratha (a type of flat bread).

Perfect For: When you need a meal on-the-go. Also a great way to use up leftovers.

Feels Like: Standing on a dusty Kolkata street-corner at dusk, watching families go home through rush hour traffic.

8. Rajma

What It Is: Kidney beans in a thick gravy popular across North India.

Perfect For: An accompaniment for rice, particularly delicious when served piping hot in the winter.

Feels Like: Summer holidays at your grandparents' house.

9. Pani Puri

What It Is: A small crisp hollow round bread filled with spiced water, tamarind paste, potato, onion, and chickpeas.

Perfect For: When you're craving a thousand flavors at once.

Feels Like: Drunkenly challenging your best friend to a contest of who can eat more of these, and then feeling like your mouth is on fire.

10. Jalebi

What It Is: A wheat flour batter deep fried in coil-shapes and soaked in sugar syrup, served hot.

Perfect For: When you want something hot, but also sweet.

Feels Like: People-watching in a crowded bazaar while your mother haggles over sari prices.

11. Tandoori Chicken

What It Is: Chicken marinated for hours in a paste of yogurt and spices, and then roasted (traditionally) in a clay oven called a tandoor.

Perfect For: Wowing your dinner guests with minimal effort.

Feels Like: Making a pitstop at a roadside diner three hours into a family roadtrip.

12. Banana Chips

What It Is: Thin slices of banana deep fried in savory spices.

Perfect For: Munching on while watching your favorite movie.

Feels Like: The wind flying through your hair as you sail down Kerala's backwaters in a houseboat.

Full? Same here 😂 This one was fun, eh? Because eating well is a form of self-respect, and I really mean it..
Contact me if I have left out your favorite dishes xD
Bye bye
Until the next,
Vidhi

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Pluviophile 💙

For the storm to arise.

For the flowers to bloom.

For the crops to rise. 

For the grass to gloom.

The love for the petrichor, 

As the summer draws to a close,

The smell that we all adore,

When the monsoon rains have rose.

Just as the fall begins,

With a light warm drizzle,

Grandma closes all the tins,

With the virid children's whistles.

Showers bring down the intolerable temperature,

With pearls of water on faces everywhere

And blissfully shines the mothernature

Truly, God has granted a superior share. 

I feel proud of this poem 💟 For all the rain lovers, go and help it out. Trying to grow audience here, do support :) 

Until the next,

Vidhi