Being Bullied ?

If you were bullied in school, college or even in office. Stand for it. Stand for yourself. Nobody’s going to help you unless you help yourself. 

Share it with your people, your parents . Speak about it. Don’t sit in a corner and cry thinking you’re not good enough or nothing good can happen to you or you’re such a loser or the worst of all that you deserve to be treated like this.
Trust me, nobody deserves such treatment. Nobody. You deserve to be treated with respect, love and care. 
And shall I tell you something which would cheer you up? This bully thing will make you stronger . You’ll work hard on yourself and you’ll reach the stars. And your bullies, they will get what they did. But you, you’ll grow like a tree , strong and rooted and unstoppable. 
And in life, you WILL meet people who would love you for what you’re. 

But for all this beautiful things to happen, you need to start valuing yourself, you need to love yourself first and believe in yourself. 

Good things will happen . InshaAllah
( I know few people who have gone through this and I see them shining so bright )
And 

‘You become what you think’.
Love 😘 .

Struggle is Real 

​It’s looks perfect. You feel proud of yourself . You think , ” wow I can do it, it’s not rocket science”.

Then you go ahead and apply the same on the second one, and it is a disaster. 

To compensate, you go back to the first one and try to make it look like the second and then ‘that’ becomes a disaster. Again back to second and then so on. 

And then you curse every person who suggested, convinced and even compelled you to do it.
Eyeliner. Struggle is real.

(In frame – Me)

2017 

​New year is not big a deal ! But you can make a change all of a sudden and people won’t care. They won’t pinch you saying “sudden change, huh?”

2016 was definitely a very memorable year , so many good things happened and lot more bad things. But let’s focus on the good ones . Because bad ones are now lessons and lessons are good , right ?

I wanted to end it on a happy note , wanted to end 2016 on a good terms so that if our paths cross ever, we’d smile !
So First thing – End everything on a good note. Be it work, relationship,anything ! It saves lot of time which we normally waste sitting and looking outside the window thinking ” Ah !”
Secondly – Give time to family ! Trust me , people (except few) will leave ( that’s their nature , and also the nature’s way to tell – Grow up ! ) But Family – no matter what you do, no matter if you’re pretty or not , no matter how many times you fail – They will always stand by your side ! They are your home !
Thirdly – Do what you always wanted to do . Take the courage to make a choice. Be strong enough to follow your dreams . 
Fourthly – Choose good company. Be with people who actually make you feel comfortable, who motivate you , correct you when you’re wrong and love you ,no matter what. 
Fifthly-Don’t Fall in Love. Not because I have bitter feelings for this but because falling is good only in bungee jumping or skydiving else Rising in things makes sense ! So , Rise in Love. 
Sixthly – Learn to let things go. 

This is for all my friends who are in love with wrong people and find it difficult to let them go. Trust me their staying will ruin you even more and for longer. Today is the best day to breakup and have a new start , I know it’s harsh but no harm in being selfish for some time.

So better let them go, yes you’ll be devastated but soon you’ll bloom . C’mon , you have got me !
Seventhly – Never talk to me about 2014-2016. 
Let’s be a better version of ourselves.

And remember this , you guys , I love you !
#Iam_Rafat

Beauty and The Stupids

​Recently, I had a talk with a stranger about beauty , don’t ask me how it came up.

So, I told her that there is this girl whom I see everyday while going to office and she looks so beautiful. The innocence on her face is so rare and makes me look at her atleast once when I take my cab. 

So the stranger said “Sounds interesting. That’s a rare combination. And if you praise her so much , I have contacts who are into modelling business. Such beauty should be seen by the world.Do share her contact number.By the way How old that girls is?” 

I said that she must be around 16-17.

This made the curiosity insect bit her and she asked “what a girl of such age does at the road everyday?” 

I said she’s there with her mother . And the insect bit her more this time , she got more curious and asked what the mother and the daughter do on the road ?

I answered that they are fruit sellers and must say they are so kind and humble . ”

She said “Oh. I need to get down. Bye”
I have never seen such a sudden change of interest and expression ever. 
Isn’t it great that we have defined already that a person of certain community or job or a race or complexion or financial status has to look in a certain way? 

I must say, ‘We’ are the best creation of Almighty – so intelligent and kind and understanding and impartial and unbiased and what not . Feel proud 🙂
#Iam_Rafat

I want my Man

I am tired 

Really tired

I don’t want to be strong anymore 

Fcuk ‘women don’t need men’

Because we do

And that would be a lie 

If we say we don’t 

We need a companion 

A company 

A shoulder to lean on when at peace

And to cry when upset 

Fcuk everything

I want my Man !

To Mom

Dearest Mom,

I know you are wondering why am writing to you when I can simply call. Well it’s because there are things I can’t speak on call or face to face. I can’t let you see me like this.

Do you remember you told me that am beautiful and intelligent and also that it’s a rare combination. You also said that the man of my life would be the luckiest to have me?

Do you remember , one day, we were up till dawn talking and I told you that how people come and leave. I told you that am scared. I have trust issues and I believe love is not for me. You kissed my forehead , pulled me closer and asked why do I think like that? I told you that everyone can’t be lucky in all the things. If Almighty gives us everything, we will Not learn how to be grateful and would become arrogant. And here I have everything one dreams of . The only thing I don’t have its that one special love. So I guess it’s cool.

You held my hand and asked me to listen to you carefully. You told me that you get what you wish. You become what you think you’re. You asked me to be positive and think you’re lovable, because I am. You told me not to give up on love and not to be hopeless.

I cried that night. I thanked Almighty that what the hell did I do that you have me such an incredible mom.

Following your words, I locked up the negativity and hopelessness as I opened the door for love,again. It came. Made me happy. Somehow gave me dreams and hopes. And one morning, all of a sudden,it bid bye. It said it’s unsure about me. 

Mom, it’s hard. It really is. I am fine being not loved. Because I have you, dad, sis and bro. I have my best friends. But Mom, this feeling of loved a lot and all of a sudden unloved – this breaks me. It breaks me so hard that am now a pro faking that am fine.  I feel like somebody took me to the highest peak , we appreciated nature and it’s beauty and I was pushed from the edge. I feel exactly like that.

Mom, why can’t people think about others ? Why can’t they not say things they don’t mean? And mom , why do I believe every word? 

I know am stronger, really stronger. I know I will get over it, sooner or later. I will learn more not to believe every word people say. I will learn again not to become blind when people would talk soft.

But mom, I miss the old me. The innocent me. The one who was oblivious of the bads in the world, the one who knew love is pure and beautiful. The one who wanted to be like you – giving, kind, loving , honest and trustworthy.

I may change for the good, mom. I may not believe in love . But you still give me hope and I don’t want to give up on that.

I love you the most.

See you.

To The Teachers 

​To those who taught us to be kind and patient (our kindergarten angels).

To those who treated us same, not as a girl or a boy (our primary school).

To those who taught nature has changes saved in her closet for us (our middle school).

To those who taught , life changes with time and is impartial and tough (our high school).

To those competitive exams that taught – three hours can’t but Will evaluate your intelligence.


To those neighbors who taught – Don’t poke your noses, it’s irritating.

To those professors who taught – Don’t judge a book with its cover (it might be good inside, foul outside and vice versa ).

To those classmates who taught – first impression is not the last and strangers could become friends.

To those HRs who taught – good going things can ‘not – always’ have a good result (interviews).

To those colleagues who taught – liking someone is a matter of Choice and necessity (few times).

To those auto drivers who taught – saying ‘No’ is your Right and one must use it. And To accept ‘No’ as an answer.

To those Ola Share and Uber Pool that taught – to be on time – leave for the destination, ages ago and Yes, also taught cooperation and adjustment, of course.


To Life, To heartbreaks , To those shitty people, To those false acclamations of feelings, To those quietly screaming nights, To depression and To FAILURE.


To Friends, who taught – Insanity is good for health.

To Siblings, who taught – You are never alone in anything.


To Parents, who taught – No matter what you do, where you go, You always have a home to come back, arms to embrace you at your weakest and smiles to cheer you up at your worst. There is a world, where selfishness is not even in the dictionary, where your happiness is the only objective and Love is showered throughout, without hidden intentions. A Place exists in this universe where you can be ‘You’.


Happy Teachers’ Day !


#Iam_Rafat

I know kinda late … But it’s okay. Right?


What’s your Calling?

This morning a friend of mine came to my room.

I was talking to my Mamujaan on phone. So she chose to read my wall, the physical wall. I write on walls the things and words I like and get inspired by. So she came upon this word – Calling. 

What’s your calling ? Whoa, this question is the most contenting yet dangerous question. 

When you dig deep, think like hell, talk to yourself and experiment almost everything – then you get to know the answer. And after knowing what is your calling , it’s very difficult and terrible when you’re not able to pursue it. And sometimes, you go for it leaving everything behind . 

I have a friend who is so close to me and the level of trust I have on him is immense . We know each other since I was 9. He went on the expedition to find what’s his calling. And when he found out, he had no option but to pursue it. Few people are courageous like him but his calling was something which I always liked for others but never wanted for him . But that unsaid rule friendship left me with no option but to support him.

I still cry thinking about the choice he made. But when I see him happy , so happy about it – all the sadness and regret goes away. And I feel prouder that yeah, he has the courage to do what he wants from life.
Be courageous. Look , find, search for your calling. And be brave and passionate enough to accept and pursue it ! 

Money you’d make, sooner or later. But enjoying and loving what you doing- is Beautiful and adds tonnes to your Happiness ( The ultimate goal ).
*Smile and Enjoy the Sunday* 

*Oops , Monday tomorrow,  Now freak out you guys* 

That Lost (Innocent) Love 

I watch Korean romantic – comedy movies . They are sweet. And innocent and beautiful. And I often dream of having such love story. BOOOOM ! My mind laughs at me and says “dude, you’re not a school kid anymore”. And yes , am not a school kid anymore , am not even a kid anymore. Am an 24 YO adult. And at my age people don’t fall in love*, even if they do- its not that innocent, pure and pious !**

Do you remember your school? That first crush ? That first smile which gave you a feeling of butterflies flying in your stomach? Yeah in that moment butterflies warned you – ha-ha your life is gonna be screwed !.

That first glimpse of heartbreak when your crush liked someone else . That first sign of jealousy and failure knocked your door. 

Then you got few more crushes and then one day you fell in love . The exact innocent , pure , pious Love! You went to restrooms in between the classes to see your beloved and waved a ‘hi’ from the the window of their class. You became daring and brave. You made future plans holding their hands, near the last pillar of the school corridor.

That first ‘ I love you ‘ which made you feel top of the world, that your name with his,at the last page if your notebook and a loves/weds in between made you blush !

Wasn’t all this beautiful? 

Then came the farewell and a fear of not seeing each other . Man ! That day .

Then things change , that innocence is lost and expectations come into picture. A dairy milk is no more needed but a box of Rocher Ferrero. Bicycles are replaced by bikes and those lovely moments with made you blush are merely for showoff now !

The love you thought would be for eternity – dies or say is killed ! 

And Then you become ‘This’ person who watches Korean movies on weekends and peeks into past and smiles and cries and writes !

~

#Iam_Rafat

What’s the Real Kashmir ?

​I wonder what makes Kashmiris and Kashmir different from rest of the nation?

Why it’s beautiful, serene yet not peaceful ?

Why being Indian, they don’t like Army?

And still few people join Army?

Why the stories that reach us are one sided ?

If it’s true ,what media shows, then why did this ever happen? 

Because nation forgot them when they needed us? Or were they given extra importance when it was not all required? 
Why can’t Jammu and Kashmir be a normal state – Normal people, Living in peace?

Or may be they are , it’s just that we don’t know !
Everyday there is something about Kashmir , be it politics , army, people, girls or natural disasters. 

We see what is portrayed . We read what is served to us and we believe what is shown . And all that is only one side of the story, I believe.
I have friends from different states, have met them (few more to go) , talked to them but I never had any friend from Kashmir. I want to know what media doesn’t show. And that’s possible only when a Kashmiri, unbiased, neutral – tells ! 

And then someday, inshaAllah, will visit there. Not just Leh – Ladakh but the real J & K 🙂