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When Gulzar said,

"Kehne walo ka kuch nahi jata, Sehne wale kamaal karte hain.

Ankhen thi jo keh gayi sab kuch, lafz hote toh mukar gaye hote.

Ek umr hai jo bitani hai uske beghair, ek lamha hai jo mujhe guzara nahi jata.

Muskuraon kabhi toh lagta hai jaise hooton par karz rakha hai,

Tere khayal mai doob ke aksar achi lagey tanhai.

Apke baad har ghadi humne apke saath guzaari hai".

I guess all of us fall in love the exact same way. God made us and then filled our hearts with love and so much love and all that love for one person. Just one person.

I know nothing more heartbreaking than love.

When Pablo Neruda said, “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.”

When Gulzar said, “Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin zindagi to nahin.”

When Emily Bronte said, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

When Rahat Fateh Ali Khan said, “Tum jo aaye zindagi mein, baat ban gayi.”

And when Elvis Presley said, “But I can’t help falling in love with you.”

random desi chaotic academia things I've done:

spent the entire evening reading topics totally unrelated to my studies instead of studying and then panicking about how i hadn't learnt anything for the exam the next day.

wrapped my mother's saree haphazardly around myself and danced to my desi academia playlist at 3am and then collapsed due to the blood rush to my head.

spent an entire night reading my mother's Rabindranath-er Golpogucchho (A Collection of Stories by Rabindranath Tagore) instead of doing my homework due the very next day and ended up not submitting it.

sent random quotes of sylvia plath and f scott fitzgerald to my best friend at 2 in the morning and then talked all night about it.

danced to rabindra sangeet in my room while reciting his poetry

exhausted my 4 months worth of pocket money on books by indian authors and still not finishing even half of them.

stopped on my way back home from tuitions to buy jhumkas from a roadside stall and got yelled at for coming home late.

scattered all my books on the bed because i couldn't find the right book to feed to my emotional state.

added more and more accessories to my already unorganized jewellery box, some of them i wore once and some i have never worn till today.

had an unhealthy obsession with greek, roman and egyptian mythology for years and spent countless nights reading articles on them over a cup of masala chai.

intentionally tried to get my dupatta stuck in a guy's watch to get my very own om shanti om moment.

been overconfident in myself for an exam, spent the whole time reading articles about random topics that i will never require, thought i screwed it over and then topped the entire class.

filled up my notes app with poems at 3 am when i had an exam at 8 the following day.

fell asleep while reading a book on the floor, and woke up alarmingly early the next morning with smudged kajal, puffy eyes and a runny nose.

dried flowers from my backyard in between the pages of old books and used them as bookmarks.

had an unhealthy amount of chai to stay awake but fell asleep on my books halfway through and still passed.

Interesting Topics to Research On for Bored AF People (desi version)

The Bengal Sultanate

Dominance of taka in Silk Route Trade

Tibetan Buddhism

Chamba Rumal

Pashupati Seal

Zeb-un-nissa Begum

Rasa theory of Natyashastra

Gargi-Yajnavalkya Dialogue

Saraswati (River and Goddess)

Rudraveena

Atman-Brahman Relation and Mahavakyas

70's Bollywood fashion

Paintings of Raja Ravi Varma

Dhrupad

History of Chai/Cha

Mother Goddess Mohenjo Daro

Chanakya

Prakrit Language

Baro-Bhuiyan

Chicankari

Brajabuli

Tantra

Shipton–Tilman Nanda Devi expeditions

Banaras

Annamalaiyar Temple

Chola Dynasty

Pala Empire

Terracotta Temples of Bengal

i love my mother. i really do. There isn't a thing i would not do for her

To keep that child like joy in her heart , that warm smile on her aging face and those loving blurry eyes on me forever

But sometimes im tired. Im tired of listening about the baggage that she has been carrying around like a school bag from her childhood

Im tired of hearing about all the grudges she has been holding onto like a hand

Im tired of comforting her about her deepest insecurities as if our bodies and souls don't share the same outline

Im tired of her reciting the most heart rending memories of her life to me as if they were bedtime stories

Im tired of revisiting those ghost houses and remembrances of people with hearts made of plastic through her anecdotes

Im tired of not knowing what to do or how to take her pain away, so for once the roles are reversed where she gets to sleep like a child and i get to worry like a mother

and mostly im tired of living her grief twice because what is a daughter if not the extension of her mothers despair ?

-ambika

desi x med school dark academia (proff exams edition)

Students

• the one always willing to answer every dumb question you come up with

• the one you call whenever you are having a breakdown and need a dose of motivation

• the one you know you can still talk about fun stuff with without being guilt tripped

• the one who seems to be handling it all the best but is actually struggling the most

• the one always coming up with weird connections and theories because they have studied everything and now their only goal in life is to confuse everyone else

• the one who starts planning the post proff party even before the exams actually start

• the one with too many connections with seniors; keeps making their own guess paper

• the one with too many connections with teachers; keeps spreading rumours

• the one who’s still looking nice for every viva

• the one who ignores their books all year long but is now the major theeta of the group

• the one who stops studying after the written exams because “vivas to ho hee jate hain”

• the one whose all practical notebooks are unfinished and unchecked and is now panicking

• the one gaining 5 pounds every proff season because they stress eat

• the one losing 5 pounds every proff season evacsue they stress starve

Teachers/Examiners

• the one who’ll keep saying “phir soch lein” to every answer you give even if it’s the correct answer

• the one who is supposedly the nicest but gives you the hardest time

• the external whose lunch break lasts an entire lifetime

• the one who turns up late but still takes the longest viva

• the one who barely asks two questions but still ends up being your worst viva experience

• the one paying way too much attention to your internal assessment

• the one who spends more time asking personal questions and never actually gets to the point