They Can Make You Love Something You Hate And Hate Something You Love.They Have The Power To Change Your

the heartbreak was inevitable

which i have said about a million times

but you made me the villain

which hurt my ego beyond repair

and now I don't know how to talk

to others without craving

for the comfort i lost

that i might never even find in another

as what we had was rare

or at least, it was for me

-sg

(30/06/24 || 8:13 pm)

While scrolling I suddenly saw that someone was actually claiming that "sanjay leela bhansali is not a good director".

Bhai ap ek kaam kijiye, aap mumbai jaiye jake SLB ji se baat kijiye. Aur unse kaam mangiye. Aabh aap puchenge ki kaunsa kaam. Aap unse "personal adviser" ka kaam mangiye. Aapka kaam ek ghanta bhi nahi rahega janab.

That dumbo even said that "people started glorifying jauhar" bhai apka dimag ghutno pe hai kya? Alauddin Khalji Rani Padmavati ko apaharan karne wala tha.. Since he already won the war, Rani Padmavati understood that there is no other way to survive knowing Khalji had a huge lust for girls. She didnot had the urge to get physical abuse and die in the hands of a brutal person. That is the reason why she performed "jauhar". And you are talking about glorification? lemme explain. People glorified jauhar because it was no doubt a challenging work but she was not scared. Her bravery was glorified.

Now Heeramandi, Tawaiffs are like modern day Posh Prostitutes. And Tawaiffs were prostitutes. They used to dance, sing and after that they gave sexual pleasures to those rich men. Bro they are also human being. They need love as well. Again here Tawaiffs were not glorified their emotions were glorified in the series. And the world would die if there is a crisis of Tawaiifs or Prostitutes in the world. And because of these tawaiffs India got to know about kathak and other dance forms. Gajagamini and these types of walks were actually done by Tawaiffs. They were highly cultural. Some people even took there daughters to teach them dance. They were the most cultural people out there. Kathak and Mujra songs are famous for them.

Bro going around telling that "they have no power" I mean what type of power are you talking about? They had servants because they worked on their own. They didn't had to depend on anyone. And as mallika jaan said that, "chaand kisike banrande mein nahi ata, chaand ko doorse hi dekhna padhta hai". And girls were not wanting their lifes they were wanting this type of posh treatments my dear. Girls want to be treated like queens but they don't want to be tawaiffs. (I have huge respect for tawaiffs) No one wants to be a tawaiff they were forced to do that. And once again GIRLS WANTED THEIR POSH AND RICH LIFESTYLE NOT THEIR LIFESTYLE.

The moral of the story of Heeramandi is, we need to respect everyone in this world even the Tawaiifs and Prostitutes because if they don't exist men will die. And yes I have no shame.

And one more, They were ROYAL thats why ROYALTY was showcased my dear.

And yes SLB did films which were not royal but they were Royal by heart like "Black" , "Guzarish" and many more. And he has budget my friend. Everytime, he makes a come back after 4 to 5years because he choose projects which will touch the heart of every individual and he showcases Indian Cultural in his creation. That why SANJAY LEELA BHANSALI IS SANJAY LEELA BHANSALI.

"YEE SAKAL BAN, SAKAL BAN," , "GHOOMAR GHOOMAR GHOOMAR GHOOMAR GHOOME RE", "PINGA RA PORI PINGA RA PORI PINGAAA"

Oh! To be loved like zaara!

If death has a flavor, it will still be less bitter Than the day you left me, a shadowed quitter. In the shadow of sorrow, where memories linger, I trace the outline of loss with a trembling finger.

In your absence, the world lost its sheen, A dull, gray canvas where color had been. Birds that once sang now silently grieve, Echoing the sorrow that you’ve made me believe.

The sun fades to grey, in a sky full of tears, Each droplet a whisper of our vanished years. Your absence, a wound that time cannot heal, A sorrow so deep, it seems almost unreal.

Each moment without you is a teardrop's fall, A silent whisper through an empty hall. The scent of loss lingers in the air, A fragrance of memories, too heavy to bear.

The taste of despair, a dark, bitter wine, Pales next to the anguish that is wholly mine. For in every heartbeat, a void echoes clear, A reminder that you are no longer near.

I wander through our memories, faded and torn, Clinging to remnants, by time worn. Your laughter, a ghost in the quiet night, Haunts my dreams, a spectral light.

Yet in dreams, you return, like a soft, fleeting song, Bringing a moment of peace where I feel I belong. But morning arrives, and the sweetness is gone, Leaving me empty, as I face the dawn.

The morning light, once a gentle gold, Turned harsh and cold as the tale unfolds. If death has a flavor, it's sweet in its rest, Compared to the ache lodged deep in my chest.

If death has a flavor, it’s a taste I won't fear, For it's gentler by far than your absence, my dear. Until then, I endure, with a heart that is shattered, Knowing no taste could be more bitter than what mattered.

If death has a flavor, a final sting, It pales in the shadow of your leaving’s ring. For death is a promise of a closing door, But you left me stranded, yearning for more.

Bitter is the taste of unspoken goodbyes, Of empty arms and unanswered cries. If death has a flavor, it’s a fleeting breath, But your departure is a living death.

-Varsha

True ekdom true!! 📖📚✨

Let me not to the marriage of true mindset

Admit impediments, loue is not loue..

~Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare

oh my heart.

my favorite author edgar allan poe! His famous poem "alone". Give it a read, tears will come down automatically.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Edgar Allan Poe

A sudden feeling

today is 30th January... I am sitting in my bathroom writing this while my mom is listening to masakali.. And it is very much audible from the bathroom as the sound is quite high..

anyways.. I am feeling very low these days.. I overthink a lot.. And overthinking helps me to actually know the whole truth because whenever I overthink about something it turns into reality... Moreover, this blog is the result of my overthinking...

Being neglected by the people I basically love to hangout with, talk to, has been a habit for me because I know that I will lose them.. But still I don't hurt them.... Okay so now my mom is playing shishe se shisha takraye...

Anyways feeling a little bit better after writing the feelings which I kept in my heart for like a week maybe.... A two day or one day trip to shantiniketan can give my soul a little bit of shanti now.. Hey Rabindra Nath come and take me out of this one sided "shesher kobita" phase.. Anyways bye... Don't feel uneasy to judge me.. Because I am judged by every single human being... If anybody can relate my current condition, do comment... (I don't even know if I will post this but still)

✨🌼

(Posted today itself XD)

Cycling 🚴🏻

The most relaxing but the most body storming work. I love cycling. I wanna drive a Harley Davidson but my height is short so my leg won't reach the ground if I get into a harley. I wanna drive a THAR as well (not dreaming of mercedes or ferrari because I don't have or don't want soooo much in my life, just a simple four wheeler which will be driven by me, will work). To brief things out, I don't wanna be a passenger, I wanna be the driver. I want to be solely depended to myself because no one is going to save me when I will fight my depression, my anxiety, my fears, my mistakes and so on.

I was in class 10th when I learned how to ride a bicycle. Within 7days Iearned the whole stuff. Less than one year I went for a long but short drive with my cycle. Just me and my cycle. My mom wants to make me self-depended before being independent. She makes me do my works all by myself.

I was in class 9th when my father tried to make me learn how to ride a bicycle. In first try I failed. Practically I fell down from my cycle and he scolded me. The next day, same scenario and he gave me two tight slaps as well as gave me a good beating and (to be specific) on the road in front of random public. One random aunty came up and told my father, "at one go, no one can do anything, even you failed in things on your first try". Coming back home I cried a lot and that day was the end of my cycling. Then again in class 10th my mother hired an aunty to make me learn cycle and I learned.

Now I take my cycle everywhere except school. My father takes me to school in his Royal Enfield. In future I will ride that bike. Damn I got chills with the thoughts of it.

Playlist:-

Ludicrous Heart

Beloved,

Aware my heart is, want of mine

can never be reality.

Known is not the measurement of your voice.

Still, my heart wants you

Meeting you, a filthy creation of my mind

Still my heart lights up with delusion,

your encounter with me.

Eyes, aware of your structure.

How? portrait is what I have.

Hands of my heorte, in the need to see

your naked soul.

Why not?-

my heart wants you, my heart

loves you......

Beloved,

Aware my heart is, want of mine

can never be reality.

Known is not the measurement of your voice.

Still, my heart wants you

---Hiya Bhattacharya (me)

@alhad-si-simran this is for you💗✨

@shyam-kariya @zakhmpemarham @anarkali-disco-chali @emartirabdi my non-Bengali mutuals a translated version of my bengali poem