I remember but I don’t recognize

I know but I don’t understand

I listen but I can’t make sense

I see but I can’t discern

I touch but I can’t feel

I taste but I can’t savour.

Maybe it was because

I cared too much

That I no longer cared.

Maybe it was because

I felt so much

That I started to feel nothing.

I’m  a spectator

In this game called emotions.

I am me but I’m not

And you know what?

I like it.



©Miss Twisted Sense Of Humor









Make up is not bad!! It does not mean you are fake and that you have to hide behind a mask. NO!
Look good and feel good people 🙂


Put on a good dress

Nice pair of shoes

Style your hair

Some mascara for your eyes

A bit of kohl maybe

Blush on your cheeks

Dash of color on your lips

Shoulders straight

Cause you know they will be watching

Head held high

Or your crown would slip

Walk like you own it

You know you got it

No one can touch you now

Not even yourself

No one can make you cry

You cannot cry

Cause you are made up

And make up is the war paint of a woman.








There are  times when a person whom you believe to be a stranger greets you by your name and out of courtesy you greet them back politely but the minute they are out of earshot, you turn to your friend and whisper-shout ‘Who the hell was that?!’

There are times when you don’t know half the people who have liked your profile picture in Facebook.

There are times when you stumble upon an attractive girl/guy and go snooping around in their social media profiles.

And there are times when you are at the other end of the stick too.

How does one measure their self-worth ?

Is it by the number of likes one gets on Facebook ? Is it by the number of re-tweets one gets on Twitter ? Is it by the number of people who have viewed one’s story on Snapchat ? Or is it by the number of followers one have on Instagram ?

Is what we portray and what we are the same thing ?

Of course, we may all deny it but that doesn’t make it any less true because at the end of the day we all go back to checking our numbers on our respective social networking sites. (Don’t even try to deny it!)

Confession: Even as I write this I’m hoping that I get a few more followers and a few more likes on this post. (Because we are all hypocrites) 😉

We all want to be remembered. We want to be remembered in the school we studied. We want to be remembered in the college we attended. We even want to be remembered in our own family.

Isn’t that why we all wish to be popular ? So that we may not be forgotten ?

But would you prefer to be just remembered 5-7 years down the line as just a popular name on the lips of your juniors and colleagues or as the person you truly were on the minds of everyone you met ?

Sure it may seem amazing while it lasts but what about later in life ? Don’t make followers, make friends! 🙂

So the next time anyone comes up to you and says ‘Hi’, put down your phones, laptops, iPods, et cetera and strike up a conversation with them. Ask them how they really are, ask them how life has been treating them, ask them what they are up to. (That is how you make amazing friends and who knows ? They may even turn out to be friends for life)

Because each of us have our own story, which is a lot better than the one we put up for the world to see.

So what’s your story ?

Concept image with What is Your Story printed on an old typewriter





I’m very much new to blogging but have enjoyed every single frustrating, staring-at-the-blank-screen-with-nothing-to-write, sudden-ideas-tumbling-out, confusing, deciding-what-to-write, wondering-if-it’s-good-enough and satisfactory-peaceful moments. And it’s nice to know that someone reads what you have written. Even more wonderful is that bubbly feeling inside you when you are appreciated and for this I’m very much grateful to Sneha ( )

You have no idea Sneha but you made my day, especially when I needed it ! 😀

Rules for the award:

  1. Thank the giver and link their blog to your post.
  2. Answer the 10 questions given to you.
  3. Pass the award on to ‘N’ (as many as you want) other bloggers of your choice and let them know that they have been nominated.
  4. Include the logo of the award in a post or on your blog.

Questions asked by Sneha:

How has blogging changed your daily life?

My life practically took a roundabout ever since I started blogging. I’m spending way too many hours on the computer and meeting (virtually) all these amazing people! I sleep later than I’m used to. I’m extremely cranky when I can’t find the right word for a particular sentence. But you know what? I’m happy (literally) :D. Everyday I wake up with a smile on my face, and I think to myself ‘Today is gonna be a lovely day’. I now know what Master Shifu ( from Kung Fu Panda) meant by inner peace.

Define your self in five words.





Sisters-before-misters 😛

What do you think liberates the woman today?

Accepting who you are, knowing your strengths and weaknesses, and doing what you love without caring what others think is what liberates the woman today.

What do you think the biggest global feminist issue is?

Social inequality and violence against women. If you think about it, the latter is caused due to the former. Even in the 21st century, majority of places in the world face this very problem. We need to inculcate that male and female are equals, that it is the not about gender but about purpose, that men do not have the upper hand and, that both the genders work together and not against.

Who is your favorite female author and why?

I have more than one favorite and they are all amazing people whom I wish I could meet someday. Few of them are;

J.K.Rowling, Sophie Kinsella, Jodi Picoult, Jane Austen, Suzanne Collins, Richelle Mead, E.L.James, Kristin and P.C.Cast, Meg Cabot. And the list goes on and on and on…

I love them because they made me laugh, they made me weep, they made me think, they taught me important lessons, and they had me hooked to their books till the end.

Do you think “Feminism” is overrated?

Not at all. But if anyone thinks it is then they haven’t seen the world outside or they don’t know what it really means. ‘Feminism’ does not mean you hate men and like girls or anything of that sort. It just means that you like equality in a world like ours. And ‘feminism’ for everyone not men or women.

One thing that you think you would want to change about yourself.

I would really like to gain control of my mouth. I say the most stupidest things when I’m excited and the meanest things when I’m upset. I talk without thinking it through and that lands me in trouble. I badly need a filter.

If you were hosting a Girls Night Out what would be your anthem song?

Who run the world by Beyonce !! (Hands down)

If you had to choose a Board of Directors representing your All Women Company who all would you appoint and why?

Oprah Winfrey – cause she is amazing, always gets her way and is the media queen.

Mother Teresa – She is the voice of wisdom and is like my Granny.

Rosie The Riveter – Proof that women can be as good and mean as men.

Rosa Parks – She can put a helluva fight and get the domino falling.

Jennifer Lawrence – Because she is weird and has embraced it.

Kalpana Chawla – She was what is called gutsy.

Lara Coft – She can kick your butt in style.

Vinita Bali – Knows the tricks of the trade that are legal and gives priority to health and safety.

Merida (Brave) – Makes her own path and knows archery.

One advice or piece of learning you would want to tell your daughter and one to your son in future.

To the daughter;

Do what you gotta do but make sure that your head remains on your shoulders while you do it. Treat others like you would like to be treated.

To the son;

Think with your head and feel with your heart. Everyone are equal. Made a mistake? Fine. Ask forgiveness the minute you realize it.



  1. A unique quality of yours.
  2. What’s your jam?
  3. What are your views on alcohol? What is your preferred alcohol and why?
  4. What is the first thing that comes to your mind when I say ‘feminism’?
  5. One character in a book/movie who you connect with.
  6. Do you have any regrets? If so, what is it?
  7. What is the stupidest thing you have ever done?
  8. One person that you would die to meet.
  9. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you be? And don’t say home!
  10. What do you think about me? 😀  Please be honest!

Enjoy!! Do let me know when you complete 🙂





I have a habit of zoning out. Quite excessively. And it’s getting me in a lot of trouble nowadays.

Besides, how is it my fault if others refuse to speak anything remotely interesting or funny? Before you ask, no, I am not mad. My mom had me tested. (Thank you Dr.Sheldon Cooper).

If the other party is boring me to death, however important what he/she might be talking about, my imagination takes over and I start to think about the most random stuff and it goes something like this;

‘Miley Cyrus used to be so innocent. Look at her now. I think Hannah Montana was just an illusion created by Disney, when actually the real Miley was hiding under the façade of a fake, perfect pop star who was all Miss Goody Two Shoes. Ugh! Disney! Why do they always have to make movies about “The Perfect Princess”?! YEAH! What’s up with that Disney?! Seriously, you should realise that are influencing thousands of kids out there! Not cool dude! Although “Brave” was pretty good. Wait! Was that a Disney movie? Who cares! That chick was totally awesome with her archery. Wonder if I can learn archery….Hmmm… Maybe I will take it up this summer.’

This is the point when someone violently shakes my shoulder or shouts in my ear and all I can think about is ‘I NEED to know if “BRAVE” is a Disney movie’.

So the other day, we were having our lab practical and our Professor was explaining a procedure to our class while we were taking notes. I, as usual, being lost in another time, another place, and another universe, missed out on a sentence.
Unfortunately, this was the time that my stupid brain chose to teleport me back to the present (I have no control over when I return, unless someone really agitates me). Annddd this is what happened (At least according to me. My classmates tell an entirely different story.);

PROF. : So this is a blah blah procedure in which blah, blah, and blah can be used for testing their hardness.

CLASS : Sir, can you cut it short please?

PROF. : You see, I cannot. I am just following the manual. If you have any problems with my teaching take it up with the HOD. But then if you do, don’t ask me how you got such low scores on your internals. *His lips stretch around his teeth and across his face a.k.a a demonic smile* (Ugh!!)

CLASS : *Groans in unison*
God! What is wrong with this guy?!
What a douche!
Omg! It’s so hot in here!
So sleepy….

PROF. : Now where was I….. Ahh… So in blah blah procedure a 2.5mm —– balls are taken and fitted to the ends of the blah device to….

*This is when I am teleported to the present*

ME : What balls Sir?

*Pin drop silence*

ME : *Buries head on the desk and wishes the earth would open up and swallow me whole*

CLASS : *Starts guffawing and howling*

PROF : *Has no idea what is going on. Tries to control the class. Fails miserably. Taps on my desk *

ME : *Lifts head*

PROF. : *Giving the evil eye*
You don’t even know what a ball is? Hmph! You are not fit for engineering!!

CLASS : *Breaks into even more hysterical laughter and hooting*
Hey Jean! What ya? You don’t even know what a ball is?!
Yo! How many times will the poor Prof. explain? They are 2.5mm of diameter and are made of-*Bends down and      chortles*
Sir, I think our Jean is a little slow. Maybe a demo would make things clear.

ME : *Mutters* Kill me already.

After class I borrowed my friend’s notes and found the rogue sentence that was causing all the drama;
‘In Brinell’s hardness test, a 2.5mm diameter steel ball is used as indentor.’

My dearest reader,
Whatever you do, do NOT zone out. Ever! It’s deadly. It’s dangerous. It’s addictive. Better get rid of it a.s.a.p. It’s hazardous to your health and your reputation. Learn from my mistakes instead of making your own. It will prevent you from wasting time and time is of essence.