Stereotypes & All Things Negative

A bold-worded poem penned by the talented poet, Miss Krisha Panchal

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Inequality is a negative word,
It is the thing that should be known by the world.
A human is a body with brain,
But sexism just makes things insane.

Expectations have led to misconceptions,
There is no boundary or deadline in the art of inspiration.

People change and so you have too,
Holding back the same dark past is called a weakness too.

Rules and regulations do not have type male and female,
Thoughts should be distributed in equal.
Pink is for him and blue for her also,
Don't let colors and other non-objective things rule our pshyco.

World has a population and not  body categories,
If only people could stop thinking in negative like fats and calories.

Its a child afterall and not a puppet,
Discrimination is poking unbroken hearts and we all need to stop it.

- Krisha Panchal

A Good Face Doesn't Equal An Educated Brain

It was one of those stormy nights when Rhea was returning home. The evening was calm and the sky had shades of orange and black clouds engulfing the entire town. It wasn't like one of those nights in horror stories but yeah it was dark. The soft breeze brushed her cold cheeks. Rhea had to rush home, she was already late for the movie and Sophie might already be fuming with anger.

She quickly planned out the details in her head as she walked. First of all, she would take a quick shower after reaching home and then head to the movies with Sophie. And then maybe end the perfect evening with a luxurious spread of Italian food. The wind slapped forcefully on her face and the rain drops pelted the umbrella like bullets. From a calm rainy night, the weather was slowly becoming fierce. The rain was now pouring and Rhea could hardly see where see was walking. Wet, tired and hungry she kept walking thinking about how her evening plans were ruined.

At a distance, she noticed a deserted bus shelter. Quickly making her way towards the bus shelter, she tripped on a stone and fell into the puddle of mud. She heard a rough voice behind her, a strong hand gripped her wrists and pulled her up. Embarrassed at her state she got up and turned around to thank the stranger.

Rhea looked at his face in wonder. She had never seen anyone as good looking as he was. He had perfect green eyes that sparkled even in the darkness, raindrops trickled down his olive colored skin, and he smiled at her as he brushed his dark wavy hair with his hand. She was awestruck and her mouth was completely dry. Rhea had always been the shy girl but he seemed so perfect to miss out on. She closed her eyes and his slightly scented shirt made her head reel. Was he the perfect guy? Was he the guy she had always wanted to spend her entire life with?

Coming out of her cocoon she broke the ice as they stood to wait for the city bus. She blushed and constantly played with her hair as she spoke about her life to this stranger. As they talked more Rhea realized they had similar tastes in music, movies, food and almost everything! Happy at how the conversation was going she even exchanged numbers with him. While discussing work life, the stranger expressed his views about how women should handle the housework instead of stepping out of their homes.

He went on to say how women were meant to handle the home and men were meant to handle the world. Just as he said this, her hands froze in her hair. It was as if someone had punched her back to reality. Faking a smile, she nodded her head every now and then. The conversation had become very cold. Just as the bus arrived, she turned around to wave goodbye. With a charming smile, he asked her to call him someday. Nodding her head, she quietly took her seat. She took out her phone to check for network and noticed the newly saved contact. Deleting the contact she heaved a sigh of relief.

She knew somewhere on this Earth she would find the right man. And he may not be as charming as the stranger was but he would definitely respect her feminity and help her develop.


- Pratiksha Padhi