II fell in love with a white guy
Everything seemed like a fairy tale So pure and beautiful Until the day of storm When skin colour, Language, culture, Nationality took over And I woke up with a beautiful nightmare love does have boundaries no matter how perfect your love is Cheers to Broken relationships- It doesn’t matter how many heartbreaks you have gone through, they only make you better and stronger. If there were no broken relationships, then how will we learn to cherish a perfect relationship.
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It all started with a whisper… Well now everybody knows it, and it hit the headlines.
Oh well, I’m sure we all have been bad guys at some point in time, but no one listens to our side of the story, and the bitter truth is no one ever will. In fact the people whom you trust can betray you. All this can happen anywhere in the world. Is being talkative, with full of positivity and energy, and trying to make friends in an unknown place a wrong thing? Maybe my friends approach would have been bad but her intentions weren’t. Yeah, her first impression was terrible, thank you to her few mates who made inadequate judgement and spread it out she got a character certificate even from the people whom she did not even talk to. I think Friendships that are based on a common person whom they hate or gossip about don’t last long enough cause karma does its work and now they are no longer friends now. After all, if you have a juicy topic no one would stop you and the storyteller will add a lot of drama. Moving to Georgia was the best decision of her life, she met people from all around the world and found one thing in common, that they all are the believer of gossips. Slowly and steadily everyone broke her bubble of dreams. Soon she realised that the world is not a wish granting machine. People in Georgia think that she gives out Disney vibes, then I have a question to all those people that how can she spread rumours or bad-mouth someone? Just because she knew the names of everyone and knew from which group they are doesn’t mean that she spread rumours or something. she knew about the groups because she was finding her groupmates in the very beginning due to some confusion to which group she belonged to. But believe me guys, she is the last person to know anything. Even if she knows she just deny the fact that she knows about it, this is very rare though that she knows something. We all have been accused of things that we didn’t even do and have no clue about it. It baffles me when my friend just asked a simple question how is “someone” and the next thing she know is that someone is making allegations on her that she was bad mouthing them. I don’t understand what people earn by creating misunderstanding between others. With all this drama going on, and this coming to her in the beginning and still now she was about to go into depression, yes depression but thanks to her angel, she is her “family in Georgia”, who was next to her in her bad times and made her understand that there people are toxic, she need to get rid of them. They will bite no matter what. Her ex, he reminds me that there were rumours about them going to the dean to complain about something, naturally everyone started staying away, even her group members. Idk from where do people get these masala stories. As always, people believed it without even thinking of why would she go when she in the same position as they all are. People who want to be your friend will always stay no matter what. when you go through a difficult time in life, you will realise that which people are meant to stay in your life and which aren’t. She has never felt so left out ever in her life nor she came across people who are double faced. Until today when i ask her about her friends she can’t say that she has a real friend in Georgia. All these rumours have hit her like a truck. People not only talk about you but also your studies, that by luck she passed this and by luck she passed that, I mean passing the Parc with the HOD of histology was also her luck! Wow how is that possible when he fails most of the people? Although she had passed her histology practical, she still helped her friend, gave her notes and drew few histo sketches for her friend. her friend passed and she was so happy for her. But what happened you know, she kept a house party the same weekend and my friend wasn’t even invited. I really feel bad for my friend who helped her friend and in the end she was thrown away. No one ever gets to know who you really are, and instead all they do is bitch. I don’t want people to give me or my friend an award cause I'm sure we must have also talked but not as much as them to give depression to other people. The least people can do is to treat everyone well, specially if someone helped you. Everyday she think “oh she/he is my good friend”, but towards the end of the night, it turns out to be the other way. No one is perfect, we are humans and it's our natural tendency to talk about other people good or bad. The only thing we can do is to not judge, same thing can happen to us and irrespective of the stories we hear about them. To be honest I have always thanked god for making me human and giving me such amazing parents, food, shelter and wish best for everyone. I know even after reading this people will criticise . But in the end, I only request you all to think twice before making any assumption and believing blindly In stories/rumours. It really does affect people and can ruin their life. In fact, I was about to loose a close friend of mine because the gossips got to him. I still believe what my grandpa used to say in Hindi “kasturi mrug ki mehak chupaye se nahi chupti” which means that how much ever you try to hide things from others, one day everyone would know the truth. Now I have advised my friend to stop trying to prove people that she is innocent. If she is right one day people will come to know. I know we all love stories, but please just listen to stories like stories and do not make it their official character certificate. Always remember, whatever goes around will come back to you. I would like you all to share your stories, speak up for yourself cause no one else will, rise against the rumours. xoxo Well, this title is quite overworked , especially after the sensational starrer 'Wake Up Sid' hit the screens. This is where and how it all began. Before coming to Lodz, being a Bollywood fanatic I had dreamt of being the ideal medical student,distinguished for my quirky sense of fashion, terrific grades and undoubtedly, meet someone I had dreamt of like the famous Ranbir Kapoor of course, which seems beyond the bounds of my possibility now.
It was an aspiration of mine to pursue Medicine in a foreign land. Prior to my arrival in Warsaw, I had sleepless and exhilarating nights, figuring how I would blend in here, far away from home, where I know no soul, where the language, the culture is divergent, not to forget my outfits of all the things on my bucket list. But what I had never anticipated was how I would leave my parents, family and the closest of myfriends and end up missing them. It is said that ‘To achieve something, you have tolose something!” It totally makes sense to me now. I had arrived quite late at Lodz stating the obvious fact that a very exorbitant number of people from India had to apply for a Polish visa at the very same hour as I was applying for it, so it seemed as if everyone was informed that I was going so they thought to themselves ‘Let us all go!’ which was quite hilarious to fancy. Ieventually ended up getting the visa late, because of which I missed out on a major portion of the orientation week program of the university, where all the newbiesmeet each other, take a tour of the university to acquaint themselves to the new environment which was now going to be their home away from home for the next six years. But I still had the time to redeem myself and meet new people from all diverse cultures and backgrounds, in the inauguration ceremony. I went along withmy first friend that I had made in Lodz, who also happens to be an Indian. I met her in the administrative office. I couldn’t have thanked her and her mum enough, as they had prepared scrumptious food and helped me stabilize myself when I washomesick or felt alone. While I was at the ceremony I missed my parents, I wanted them to be by my side physically and watch me while I took that oath. It is often said that the first impression is the last impression but I disagree with the saying asmy first impression on the people whom I had met that day was mixed like yin yang, a few thought that I was good, whereas a few others thought that I was arrogant because back in the day, my self-confidence was at cloud nine. I know that it may be not a big deal but being an Indian and to top it all, a girl, it is actually quite a step to come alone and settle without my parents because they were questioned by afew relatives concerning them sending me away to a foreign land, to a place where I did not have anyone to go to. As of now, those who had once thought that I was arrogant, are now great friends here. I enjoy being with them. Also not to forget that I got my first tram fine of 112 pln while I was on my way back to my dorm(#newbiethings) , and I am pretty sure that it must have happened with a lot of us in the beginning. Well who knew that I would end up meeting my Ranbir Kapoor in a clinic, I met someone who had fallen in love with me on the first sight, funny, isn’t it? What is even funnier or endearing is the way he looked at me in front of his parents and tried to have a conversation with me after they had left, on text. This story is however to be contained for later. To be honest, my first few weeks, in the beginning, were like a roller coaster ride. They were fun, predominantly happy. After all, I was in a place beginning to studysomething I had always dreamt of . I miss home though . I had found comfort and joy while exploring the city on trams. I was informed that I was placed in group 11, following which the university had shifted me to group 7 as group 11 had ended. So while I was in group 11, until the day before classes started, I was desperately looking around for group mates, so I decided to go on a pub crawl even though Iam not a club/pub enthusiast. We started with hell’s kitchen and I had laid my eyes on a guy who was playing tabletop football, I am not quite sure if he or anyone knows about me having an crush on him or not. I wish I talked to him more instead of hitting the dance floor, which would have lead to a turn in the story but not all stories are meant to have a happy ending or a drama free storyline . As of now, we are friends, also, I admire his culinary skills. Before my parents were worried and had called me thousands of times, due to which I ended up rushing back home from the club , I was mesmerised and lost in the vivid atmosphere of the light festival which was going on back then in Lodz , the only thing missing in the set up was, and is still the guy with whom I would walk hand in hand. All the new girls had some the best experiences of their lives, whether it was leisurely photo shoot sessions on p-street, shopping or walking around to explore even though I hated walking, decorating my new dorm room and so on. Gosh!, time flies. I adapted well to the new alluring city easily thanks to my dad’s erratictransfers, my experience of shifting 10-11 schools helped and I learned to be self sufficient. This city has accepted me as one of its folk and I love it, and I no longer require a Ranbir Kapoor to make me fall in love with this city. I have friends who do that and most importantly, I have myself. Misty Rohatgi |