3 simple ways to mend a broken heart

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Shreya had been in a relationship with Varun for almost four years. She told me that she had the perfect relationship ever! She looked forward to marry him but her dreams were shattered into pieces. She was manipulated and lied to. Though she tried to get him back, her efforts were in vain. She was so broken that she blocked her heart from emotions and herself from happiness. She never believed in love thereafter.

This is just one example of a girl falling in love with her so called “Perfect man,” getting ditched and torturing herself. Many of us have experienced love or are in one of its phases. It’s not the person who was with you gives you identity but how you handle the situation, and move on. Your action is what defines you. If you have experienced a serious heartbreak and find it difficult to move on, here are some simple practical tips that will help you get back to your life and get you your life back! These are simple ways to mend your heart !

1) Give yourself time

After you have suffered the anguish, you need to do what makes you happy. Like reading, shopping, playing, dancing, listening to music, hanging out with girlfriends, touring the world, watching live cricket etc. You have to take a break! Time to forget someone close to you is average two years. It’s not done overnight so to evaporate the pain and the memories, focus on yourself. I’m sure there a lot many things you can do to keep yourself really happy as well as busy. Take care of yourself. Hit the gym, perform yoga, take interest in sports. Physical activity increases the amount of serotonin in the brain, which acts like a natural antidepressant, improving your mood.

2) Connect with friends and family

Remember the happy days when you were little and going to the garden was such an exciting thing? If you were happy before he came, you can still be after he is gone. Get those joyful moments back into your life. Talk to your family. You will realize that nobody loves you more than them. No matter how you are or you’ve been, your family stands tall with you in every circumstance. Connect with the good old buddies and share your grievances with them but don’t drown with it. Go for a “girl’s night out” or invite your friends for a “girl’s night in.” True friends and family are the number one treasure a person can have. Don’t take their worth for granted.

3) Be happy with what you have

There are a lot of things to be thankful for. Observe those people who are below you. You are lucky enough that you have come so far, and there’s still a long way to go. A break-up isn’t the end of your life. It’s a breakthrough in the real world, a world where you have to struggle to live. Remember Darwin’s theory of natural selection? Those who are fit to survive will live and the rest will die. Engage yourself in a healthy competition and think about your future. A breakdown won’t be sufficient to heal your wounds. You need to be happy with yourself otherwise nothing else will make you happy either.

4) Realize that you deserve better

If you were the one trying to keep your relationship under control, then you have played your part well. A relationship isn’t a one-sided affair. Both partners have to participate and compromise. If he was effortless, he wasn’t your type and most definitely he wasn’t worthy of your love. You deserve a man much better and one day he will find you. Have patience and believe in yourself.

5) Block him from your memory

Unfriend him on Facebook, unfollow him on Twitter and Instagram, block him on WhatsApp,  Unsubscribe him on YouTube, delete him from your contact list, erase his photos and messages, throw away his gifts, stop listening to music that reminds you of your ex boyfriend, don’t visit places that he is most likely to bump into you and where you might reminisce him and most of all, hinder him from your memories. Think of the good things that you own, the strengths you possess! Create a positive mind-set and direct all your energy towards achieving your ambitions.

6) Believe in love

True love exists. When things don’t happen right away, remember that it takes 6 months to build a Rolls Royce and 13 hours to build a Toyota. Don’t jump into another relationship at once. Take your time, know what kind of a man you want. Socialize on various networking sites and make new friends. However, be careful with every step because you don’t want to end up with a damaged soul and an injured heart. Seize chances. Accept your mistakes. Steal opportunities. Endure pain. Take risks. There’s something you can learn from everything.

(Originally posted at womennow.in
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Cruelty

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She was beaten up like an animal and stuck with filthy words, words that had the ability to humiliate you to death. Her parents were cruel to her but it didn’t matter as long as they kept the orphan with them. They blamed her for every bad thing happening to them, whether it was his dad losing a major deal or a glass slipping away from her mother’s hand. They believed that fate had thrown them into a state of inferno after they had adopted her. 

She gulped down morsels of food in silence. Tears of hatred and pain were brimming in her eyes yet she didn’t let them flow. Crying was a symptom of the weak and she was strong. Strong enough to stand for herself and find a shelter in this kind world. But she couldn’t. Where would she go? Her friends would want to get rid of her within a few weeks. The orphanage won’t take her because she had passed the age limit of 15. The police would hand her back to her dad. She lived with a bunch of heartless fools but it was them; out of all the people, who adopted her. 

Shaking off the negative thoughts, she stepped out of her house. A place where everything seemed positive; a place where her dreams belonged and her parents didn’t. 

Destroy the FEAR.

These are some pictures that I found really motivating. I hope they light up the spark of bravery and madness in you.
Stay fearless. Stay motivated. Stay alive.

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Face the world
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Be like lee

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Attitude reloaded 😝

Art is Art. Everything else is everything else.

Very few people possess true artistic ability. One of them is my friend Surabhi whose art can transform misery into joy. Her sketches and landscapes are simply perfect. The crafty strokes of her paint brushes had made my eyes go wide with amazement and my lips stretched into a big “O”.
Here’s a pencil sketch of mine with which she has left me flabbergasted!

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Ditto, isn't it?

And how much does she charge? A mere 300 rupees!($4.5)  She can wrap you into canvass using charcoal sticks, pencil, oil paint, acrylic, crayons,wax, you name it!

Hats off to this alluring talent!

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If you desire to hold a beautiful sketch of yourself or your loved ones in your hand, email me at khanalishaask@gmail.com

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Be the best of you.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

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If it falls your lot to be a street sweeper, sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures, sweep streets like Beethoven composed music, sweep streets like Leontyne Price sings before the Metropolitan Opera. Sweep streets like Shakespeare wrote poetry. Sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will have to pause and say: Here lived a great street sweeper who swept his job well. If you can’t be a pine at the top of the hill, be a shrub in the valley. Be the best little shrub on the side of the hill.

Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. If you can’t be a highway, just be a trail. If you can’t be a sun, be a star. For it isn’t by size that you win or fail. Be the best of whatever you are.

Book review : Gently falls the bakula

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Gently falls the bakula, written by Sudha Murthy,  is a story of how a marriage loses it’s way due to critical self interests. It is a reflection of social reality.
In the sleepy town of Hubli, lived the two lovers Srikant and Srimati. They were neighbours and their families had been in a conflict since a long time. Srimati had a profound love for history whereas all what mattered to srikant was constant progress. Though the families didn’t go on well, the two were resolved to love each other for the rest of their lives. There stood a bakula tree in the centre of their veranda whose flowers bloomed and the fragrance of it lasted all year. Srikant was attracted to the bakula flower and Srimati always wore a flower on her hair. That bakula flower on Srimati’s long hair had made him fall for her.
After marriage, Srimati and Srikant moved to Mumbai,  then  called Bombay. Srimati was offered to study abroad but she simply denied the offer because of her dedication to her husband. She had given up her ambition, the first love of her life, history. Srikant was busy climbing the corporate ladder as fast as possible. He paid little or no attention to his wife and her concerns and would always drive away the idea of going to Hubli whenever she insisted. The pressure and rage inside srimati intensified. They had no kids and Srimati felt lonely. Her mother in law didn’t treat her the way she treated her own daughter.She had been bearing silently everything setting the example of a perfect wife. But for how long? Her talents were going futile.  She had a hard working husband, money but what was lacking was affection. She wanted someone to talk to her, to listen to what she has to say and appreciate her for what she had done. Srikant treated her like a secretary, except she wasn’t being paid for it. Attending Srikant’s guests, welcoming them, doing his  packing whenever he flew abroad, maintaining his schedule, all this was mocking her right into her face. And then came the time to put an end to this torture. She started picking fights, arguing, answering back at Srikant, flaring her anger, pleading and begging Srikant to take a few days off and stay home. His ignorant attitude towards his own wife had made Srimati take extreme steps. She corresponded with the Professor who had offered her to study abroad. She made all the arrangements and flew away, away from Srikant saying she isn’t sure when she shall return.The title fits the whole story perfectly. The bakula flower symbolises Srikant’s and Srimati’s love for one another. Since the flower wasn’t looked after well, it had fallen gently. Srimati going away came as a total shock to Srikant.

The story is written making use of straightforward language and simple, uncomplicated words. It pulls the emotional cords of our heart thus conveying the message. The beginning  is dull where Sudha Murthy describes the school life of the two characters. It makes you put down the novel and pick another one. But if you decide to continue reading it, the events and the rising action makes you sympathize with the central character Srimati. It is an open ended story with no concrete conclusion. The narrative style is engaging and simple. I’d rate the novel 3.5 out of five because although it highlights the social trauma effectively, the plot moves slowly and the exposition drowns you into sleep. If the story had a conclusion of Srikant realizing his mistakes and getting back with Srimati, I would have been happier. It makes you doleful and emotional. If that’s what the author had intended to do, then I would say, great job!

To pass an exam without studying!

You read it right! You won’t be suffering from any sort of ailment that you usually do when your book is in your hand especially while preparing for an examination. I’m not going to blow a magic mantra on you, I wish I knew one myself! I’m going to teach you tips and tricks to cheat during an exam. Sounds cool right?

No.1. The magic phone

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Clicking pictures of your not so favourite answers on your cell phone and then thumping it down in your paper. If you aren’t skilled enough to do it in the classroom, why not make  use of the restroom?

No2. Chits for cheats

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If that hot-headed professor of yours doesn’t permit you to carry your mobile phone with you, then don’t be disappointed. We have many more options to explore. Write your pointers on a chit of paper and hide it someplace in the washroom. Whenever you aren’t sure what points comes next, attend the nature’s call. 😜

No.3. The forearm technique

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Write as much as you can on your bulky forearm in tiny font so you get to write as many answers as possible. Cover it up wearing a full sleeved tee or a shirt. If you feel you need a glimpse, roll up your sleeve and rock on!!

No.4 Girls! Crazy about scarves?

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If yes then you are rescued and if not then grab one already. Dig in your wireless Bluetooth in your ear and secure your scarf around your head. Call your friend sitting just like you at the other end and get started.

No.5  my favourite. *highly recommended for students bad at formulas*

Writing on the sides of your fingers. It works best for writing formulas and keywords as there’s restricted usage of space. For your better understanding, here’s a pic.👇

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No.6. Desk service.

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Never scribble words on the desk with a pen. It catchy and there are high risks of you been found guilty. If you want an easier way out, use a pencil and when a professor comes to check on you, erase it.


No.7. Don’t.

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Never pass on your answer sheet to your friend if you are not 100% sure of getting it back. Getting low grades is better than scoring a big zero.

No8. eye contact.

Behave as if you aren’t doing anything unusual. Do not look at the examiner for more than five seconds. Professors keep a sharp eye toward any untoward activity. Stay calm. Don’t look suspicious.

No.9. Inside your shoe you will find a clue.

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Interesting. 😀
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Professor! What's going on here!?

Keep your little chit bit inside your shoe like the picture below. Or you can place it in your socks vertically a little exposed at the rim so that you can pull up your sock, no, pull up your chit as and when you want!

10. Students actually use this trick.

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Well, I’m speechless.

Note: I do not encourage dishonest and illegal practices. I’m an honest and a  hard-working person who have used some of the above tricks twice or thrice during class tests.  
Students caught copying by the vigilance squad is given a three-year imprisonment as per the current practice. Besides, if an educational institute avoids giving any sort of information asked by parents or students or misleads them, then one pay hike of the respective official of the educational institute is stopped. For supervisors, who ignore irregularities or cheating happening during examination, his remuneration is cancelled. 
TOI

Bad vibes

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Hey there! I’m finally awake after sleeping for ten hours. I have been taking so much stress lately which is resulting in diminishing health and thinning hair. Home, friends, studies, nothing seems right!!  I have had the worst nightmare ever. I feel feverish and low. And then, I found out this which goes with my mood perfectly. I know I will be okay within a few hours but THIS is how I feel now.

Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don’t try to convince me that
There’s something good in everyday
Because, when you take a closer look,
This world is a pretty evil place
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.
And it’s not true that
It’s not in the mind and the heart
Because
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one’s surroundings are good
It’s not true that good exists
I’m sure you can agree that
The reality
Creates
My attitude
It’s all beyond my attitude
And you will not in a million years hear me say that
Today was a good day.

(9gag.com)
Have a good day my dear readers!

The end.

Sun rays gently tap the serene sky as dawn descends. I haven’t slept for one minute the previous night yet I’m brimming with vigour. I think and over think the things I have done, the people I have hurt, unintentionally, or perhaps with bold intentions. I play the events of my life, from childhood to youth, in my mind, over and over again. I want another chance. For everything that I have done is wrong. Nothing feels right, nothing is right either.
I knew what I did was wrong but I did it out of habit. Out of necessity, maybe? Will all those pierced souls forgive me? Not in this world. I have hurt my enemies, my friends, my parents, my peers. Not one person connected to me have been left unhurt. And all along I have hurt myself. 
I want to repent for what I have done. Asking for forgiveness is a characteristic of the weak. I am not weak. I have the courage to trample a lion. This is how I am. This is how I have lived. This is me. I ask myself, is there any reason why I should continue when all the humble gentlemen out there wants to vanish me, not giving me another chance to mend my mistakes? Those men with masked gentleness. At least that’s where my plus point lies. I don’t fake around. Playing the role of  someone who I’m not. I’m bad. I show it and people know it. No denying it. No backstabbing.
I cry.  Fresh tears run down my tear stained face. What do I do? Where do I go? Why am I doing this? I don’t want to face the world. I want to change. If I try to be nice, those nice people will believe this is my another plot to a greater ploy. I’m tired of this lifestyle. I go to the restaurant, to the club, to the garden, to the movies, to the pub, I see a group of people sticking together. There’s this group and that group with none giving me much of a glance.

My brother’s death has given me a blow I have never had before. It has changed me ever since. I was  never this evil minded depressed person. A car had hit him and disappeared in the woolly weather. Spectacles gathered around the frozen body that had been lying there for 10 minutes. They oohed and aahed but no decent man considered it wise to call the police or an ambulence. Moreover nobody had seen the car come and to ask if they have noted down the car’s number would be a funny thing to say. If only they would have done something……
A life walked away in silence.
I hate everything and everyone. This being the reason why. I want to have my part of revenge. I want to teach this ugly world a lesson yet I want to show them what humanity really is. I want to take all their lives yet I want to be a better person. But who cares?
I’m toying with my sleeping pills. An overdose would kill me. Yes, I’m aware of that. To hell with it! I will consume all of them. I don’t wanna live in this mysterious world. Let my demise bring smiles on faces. Let darkness creep over with this rising sun. Let death rejoice over its victory.

(Note: this is a work of fiction. Theme and plot adheres to the writers imagination.)