Beauty standards; are we to blame?

Have you ever stared at yourself in the mirror and contemplated?
Or do you want to change anything or everything about your body?
Ever wanted longer eyelashes, thigh gaps, lighter skin tone, no pimples and acne?
Ever?

I have!

Everyone wants to be perfect. Why not?
Everyone has the right to want to be ‘that’ flawless cover girl or look like ‘that’ model of Victoria’s Secret. But have you ever gone beyond the pictures of those perfect divas?

Models go through hours of makeup before a photo shoot and their pictures are altered afterwards on the computers to make them look ‘even more perfect’. It takes hairdressers, stylists, lighting people, dressmakers, make-up artists, assistant cameramen, wind machines and much more to achieve that ‘oh, so natural’ look.

And you are there…… all by yourself ……..wondering why you can’t look like that.

No! I am not blaming you, not at all. But the society where we grew up, the media and the TVs have set a permanent beauty standard; I mean the way we judge each other’s beauty and the image myth we have created in our minds.

Global research shows that low body confidence holds young people back from reaching their full potential with over 60% of girls avoiding activities they love because they feel bad about their looks. Despite an amazing diversity in looks and culture around the world, many girls and boys feel unsure about their bodies and lack body confidence. Only 11% of girls would use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe them.

Are you one of them?

Just imagine waking up with a uni-brow or black teeth. EW! Right?
But do you know, in Tajikistan, women feel very lucky if their eyebrows grow across their forehead? If they don’t, they use an herbal mixture to draw a line and join their eyebrows together.
And in Japan until the 1900s, married women and sometimes men, dyed their teeth because pitch-black things were seen as beautiful.
So, what is the beauty standard?

Let us just forget the cover girls, and the fashion divas and appreciate who we truly are beneath those artificial makeups and the pretentious personalities we have created for ourselves.
Consider complementing the people around you rather than suggesting them to lose weight or grow lashes. Consider saying yourself ‘beautiful’ every time you look in the mirror. You will see the difference.

Imagine a world where no one is worried about the way they look because everyone is beautiful in their way. I believe it’s never too late. Together we can change the world, and change the perceptions of people to judge based on exterior looks, because what truly matters is how beautiful you are from the inside, from within.

Bride at Eleven.

If I were asked, “What is one thing you’d change and experience in the past, if you had the superpower to do so?”

I’d probably answer, “Nothing. I’m happy with whatever happened in life, happy moments taught me to appreciate life and sad experiences taught me to value life.”

But deep down, I know and you know it too, if given a chance we wouldn’t hesitate to go back in time and make it all right, fix the broken pieces, mend things and make a perfect future for ourselves.

Well in my case, I will always reproach not having the experience of “gupha” in life.

I remember visiting my sisters during their gupha and I remember how badly I wanted to do the traditional “bara chonegu.”

But my mother wanted me to go to bihar.

Yeah bihars are shortcuts and easy way out in everyone’s busy schedule but I don’t know I’ve always felt like I have been deprived of enjoying my cultural right. (No offence to anyone.)

But no worries, I’m a fantasy girl, always loved to live in fantasies.

I’m really sorry if I exaggerated something or missed out anything in this article. As this is NOT MY STORY. Its just me fantasizing about my missed life event.

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Being born in a culturally rich Newar community of Nepal, I was exposed to numerous rituals and tradition, rules and regulations from an early stage of life.

Nine years ago, when I was merely enjoying the winter vacation of my sixth grade, I was taken to a priest to get an auspicious date to “MARRY THE SUN”. Yes! It may sound implausible in the scientific world but Newar girls should marry the sun before they reach puberty. This ceremony is called “gufa tehegu” or “bara chonegu” in which they are kept in darkness away from the sunlight and any male contact for 12 days.

I was particularly nervous and extremely worried for the next 12 marked days of my life. The thought of being locked inside the four walls of the room predominantly scared me as I was outgoing and loved to visit different places than sit idly. But the 12 days didn’t turn out as I had imagined. It was indeed more exciting, and I learned a whole lot of things that I couldn’t have learnt otherwise. I was taught the basics of life, to do cleanings, to cook, to do make-up and wear different cultural outfits and ornaments. Overall, I was taught to be independent.

Every passing days were becoming more interesting and appealing as I was exposed to the cultures of our society and various norms and traditions. My relatives visited who spoke to me of how my body will now change and transform into woman, how I wasn’t a child anymore and how I should behave. I was given education about virtual world, sex, and mensuration. This traditional ritual signified the transformation of my girlhood into womanhood, childhood to adulthood. All in all, I was taught what it means to be a woman.

The days went by in a blink of eye. On the 12^th day, I was woken up by my mother before the sunrise. I purified myself by taking bath and was dressed in bridal attire and make-up. I stared at my own reflection in the mirror for a while, my eyes were lined up with kajol, my cheeks were rosy and my full-lips were red with lipstick. I was draped into a red sari and my hair was tied into a high bun.

“Are you ready?” I heard a vague voice.

“Yes!” I answered to myself. “I am ready to be a woman.”

I was escorted by my mother into the terrace. A veil covered my head and face. I could hear and sense the numerous people in the terrace who were waiting for me. Someone handed me rice and flowers.  My mother lifted the veil, and for the first time in 12 days the sun embraced my face, my body felt warm, and I opened my eyes, I opened my eyes to the same world but now with different perspective.

The wedding ceremony began completing with the custom of applying vermilion (sindur) on my forehead. I was now married to the sun. I was told that from now onward the sun will protect me from evil spirits and even in a case of untimely death of my human husband I would never be a widow which would prevent me from the tortures of the society.

The life after my gupha has been totally different. I was treated as an adult. I no longer spent my leisure time playing outside, I had numerous chores to do and help mother in her daily tasks. I was allowed to take life decisions and exposed to the real world. This ceremony marked a significant change in my life and lifestyle. I was no longer a wailing child, I was a fully grown-up woman in every aspect.

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XOXO,

Rizasa ❤

Different, Not Less!

Often times we take life for granted, all the small normal things we can do in life for granted.
Now, I want you to sit back, hold your breath and think for a while.
What if you weren’t able to do the normal day to day activities? What if you wanted to express your feelings but your voice blurred and you had no words? What if you couldn’t react and respond? What if you were always categorized “different” from you peers? What if?
Well, I shudder even to think that happening to me. And I wouldn’t want anyone suffer with this. “Suffer” might not be the right word to use. As this is life and everyone must accept and cherish every single moment that comes with it.
I had an opportunity to volunteer in Special Olympics Nepa, a national level sports competition held for the children with autism and special needs. I got to interact and work with very special children from different parts of Nepal.
To be honest, I did not have high expectation. But when I saw the children performing the best of their ability, running with striving competitiveness, jumping as high as they can with all their might, throwing balls as far as they can with their full effort and alongside coordinating and communicating with each other, I was particularly awed, fully contented and extremely proud.

Imperceptibly, they all inspired me to look at life from a disparate point of view. All the special children have in fact taught me to rise and shine and face the day with a impeccable smile even when it’s gloomy, to dance in life even if it rains, and be carefree of yesterday and of tomorrow because life is ‘today’ and today we shall enjoy the fullest and live it to the best.
Anything is possible. You just need to have the willpower, acceptance and a chance.
Learn to see the ABLE in the disABLE!!

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XOXO,

Rizasa ❤

Don’t Bend Until You Break

Have you ever stared at yourself on the mirror and contemplated? Or wanted to change anything or everything about your body? Ever wanted longer eye lashes, thigh gaps, lighter skin tone, no pimples and acnes? Ever?

I have!

Everyone wants to be perfect. Why not? Everyone has the right to want to be ‘that’ flawless cover-girl or look like ‘that’ model of Victoria’s secret. But have you ever gone beyond the pictures of those perfect divas?

Models go through hours of makeup before a photo shoot and their pictures are altered afterwards on the computers to make them look ‘even more perfect’. It takes hair dressers, stylists, lighting people, dress makers, make-up artists, assistant cameraman, wind machines and much more to achieve that ‘oh, so natural’ look.

And you are there, all by yourself, wondering why you can’t look like that.

No! I am not blaming you, not at all. But the society where we grew up, the medias and the TVs have set a permanent beauty standard; I mean the way we judge each other’s beauty and the image myth we have created in our minds.

Global research show that low body confidence holds young people back from reaching their full potential with over 60% of girls avoiding activities they love because they feel bad about their look. Despite an amazing diversity in looks and culture around the world, many girls and boys feel unsure about their bodies and lack body confidence. Only 11% of girls would use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe them. Are you one of them?

Just imagine waking up with a uni-brow or black teeth. EW!  Right? But do you know, in Tajikistan, women feel very lucky if their eyebrows grow across their forehead. If they don’t, they use herbal mixture to draw a line and join their eyebrows together. And in Japan until 1900s, married women and sometimes men, dyed their teeth because pitch black things were seen as beautiful.

So, what is the beauty standard?

Let us just forget the cover girls, the fashion divas and appreciate who we truly are beneath those artificial makeups and the pretentious personality we have created for ourselves.

Consider complementing the people around you rather than suggesting them to lose weight or grow lashes. Consider saying yourself ‘beautiful’ every time you look into the mirror. You will see the difference.

Imagine a world where no one is worried about the way they look because everyone is beautiful in their own ways. I believe it’s never too late. Together we can change the world, change the perceptions of people to judge on the basis of exterior looks, because what truly matters is how beautiful you are from the inside, from within.

 

GCED: A must for 21st Century

Global citizenship education (GCED) is the education which is inclusive, participatory and equitable quality education and which endeavors to equip learners with the knowledge of peace, justice, principles of human rights, civil rights, cultural diversity and environment.

At this 21^st century when ongoing global challenges are impacting everyone as every local level activity is interrelated to the global world and the solutions require thinking and acting beyond local level. It has become a must for young people to go beyond the four walls of the classroom and not limit ourselves with the textbooks and explore GCED more significantly and considerably.

Hence, it is no longer enough for education to produce people who can read, write and count. Young people need education which is relevant to their world, which teaches them skills to alter and adopt the global community and which provides key to prosperous, peaceful, tolerant and inclusive world.

Global Citizenship Education edifies people to live together in peace with due respect to all; regardless their sex, color, caste, nationality or ethnicity. It advocates the essence of belonging to common humanity. GCED makes people realize their rights and make them understand the global issues and universal values and motivates plus engages them to resolve the challenges.

GCED aims to empower learners to assume active roles to face and resolve global challenges and to become proactive contributors to a more peaceful, tolerant, and inclusive and secure world as it addresses the global issues of social, political, exclusion and discrimination for more equal mechanism for and peaceful world.

Development can only be fostered when students have the knowledge about global issues and how it impacts their community. They must be taught to respect each other’s opinion and diversity which is only possible through Global citizenship education.

GCED could be used to combat violence, intolerance, exclusion and discrimination to build a bridge between the underprivileged and the privileged. GCED is a powerful weapon against extremism and radicalism.

Many education and training system do not provide young people with the basic skills needed to escape poverty and unemployment, even when they continue to receive formal education. GCED seeks to fill this gap by providing learning and skills development opportunities which are relevant to the context.

Youths are filled with tremendous and towering ambitions and ideas but they are not being fully utilized due to wrong education practices. Young people need structured mechanism for participation through decision making, especially in area which has a clear impact on young people.

GCED should be introduced to youths because they are the one who are going to develop into tomorrow’s active and engaged adults who continue to work for the development and pass on their valuable knowledge and experience to upcoming generation.

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XOXO,

Rizasa ❤

5 reasons you should choose books over movies

Well, “books vs. movies” has always been a debate.

I often get asked, “Which one did you prefer, the book or the movie?”

My answer to that has always been “The Book.”

Here are 5 reasons why I love books over movies and why you should choose the former over the latter.

1. Book is the universe, Movie whereas is just a galaxy.

Obviously, turning a 600 paged book into a 60 min movie isn’t a justice to the story. Movies often have no background and no character’s perspective.

While reading a book, you can live in the character’s mind. You’ll know what they are thinking and feeling. Where as in the movies, you’ll see what is shown to you!

I had this honor of watching the most adored series, Game of Thrones (The topic of gossip, I would like to name it) But for the first few episodes, or first many episodes, I was partially bank. I didn’t know who was who, who was what and who did what. But thanks to the eBooks that saved me.

 

2. Movies are disappointments. (In most of the cases)

Well, when you read a book, you have created your own world, your own characters and in many cases the movies do not do justice to your imagination.

In the harry potter movie series, I often find my favorite dialogue from the book missing or modified or some favorite event missing. (No offence To HP movie series, I love them next to the books)

And when I was watching the movie pride and prejudice, I was like…. Wait, what?? This isn’t what happens in the book.

On the other hand, when movies meet your imagination, it is also a disappointment. No longer than 3 years ago, I read ‘Two states’. And then the movie came and I eagerly watched that too. But guess what? I was muttering the dialogs along with the actors. Everything was same!!! And I successfully wasted 3 hours.

 

 

3. That hunger to turn the pages, is REAL!!!!

I have often seen myself in situations where my heart is pounding, my mouth is dry but I don’t want to drink, it’s time for bed but I want no sleep, because I am so desperate to know what happens next. That eagerness and hunger to turn the pages is something that can’t be compared even with the thriller movies.

You must read some of Sidney Sheldon’s, Stephen King’s, Dan Brown’s, and Paula Hawkins’. They are my by far best thriller writers.

Also, do you know how good the books smell? 😉

 

4. Books surprise you

Well, how detailed is the 10 lined summary from the back of the book compared to 3 minutes trailer?

Not much, yeah? Just predict the unpredicted when you read books.

Also, the soundtrack is whatever you want it to be and you aren’t being constantly forewarned of any actual tension by a spike in the music so you can genuinely be surprised by the next plot twist.

 

 

Last but not the least,

5. You can take the books anywhere, everywhere.

   

Books, they are your forever partners. Books are so portable.

I remember when in school days, in almost every class, we used to hide our Princess Diaries or Nicolas Sparks’ book under the table and escape the classes. Lol we would rather be reading Mia hating Algebra, than learning algebra in class.

How would have the teachers reacted if instead we were watching the movies in class? Haha

Here is a free advice for you, cover your novels like a regular textbook and Bingo no one will suspect!

 

LIke, if you agree with me and SHARE if you are a BOOKOHOLIC!!

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XOXO,

Rizasa ❤

 

Always? Always!

 

“Always?”

“Always!”

He remembered their promise.

 

She was a piece of bright sunshine, shining bright even on the gloomy days, with a spark always on handy.

The day she was born, was the happiest day he ever came across. From then, laughter and cries of the little one echoed in the once upon a time, ‘silent house.’

The time which seemed impossible to pass,  passed in a blink of an eye with his daughter by his side.

She was inquisitive and curious like any other child.

“Father, Preeti Didi is not in her home for a long time. Where did she go after her wedding?” She had asked when she was five.

“Oh baby. She went to her own home. Girls need to leave their parents’ home and move out to their spouse’s place after marriage. You’ll also move out to your spouse’s house some day.”

“Why only girls? Why can’t boys leave their home and move out to ours?”

He smiled at her.

“Because girls are strong, strong enough to leave their parents and start a new life in a completely different world, strong enough to balance two families and strong enough to handle things more cautiously.”

“But I am not going to leave you, Father. I’m taking you with me in my spouse’s house.”

He couldn’t help laughing at the solipsism of his daughter.

“No dear. I won’t be with you every time.”

“But I want to be always be with you, every time.” She blankly stared at him.

“Always?” He carried her off the ground.

“Always!” she answered.

 

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Now, 20 years later she was lying in bed inside the ICU, with incubators.

“We are waiting for you to say ‘yes’, sir.” He heard someone say.

He turned around to see the nurse.

His eyes had filled up with tears.

“How can this happen to her? She just brought me lunch this morning and I put a Dashain tika on her forehead just few hours ago. Why didn’t maa Durga protect her?”

“I’m  so sorry for your loss sir, I don’t understand why god does this to beautiful souls.” She tried to console him. “But like this, she is only going to suffer more, let her rest in peace.”

“How can I say ‘yes’ to take the life of my own daughter?” he cried.

“My heart sinks to tell you that she is not your daughter anymore.” She paused. ” The person you knew is already gone. Her body is only breathing because of the machines. Let her go, sir.”

He closed his eyes. This was the toughest decision of his life; to let the most beloved one to let go.

“Okay.” He whispered silently.

“But I don’t want her heart. Give it to someone else.” He muttered with hesitation.

“Sir, I know this is tough. But you are on the top in our donor list and you have waited for over 5 years for a heart transplant. Sir, please! we are never going to get a better match for you.”

He looked at her frantically. “How am I going to survive with the heart of my daughter beating inside me? With all day and every day, only with regrets and reminiscence of her! Every beats telling me that ‘I took the life of my own daughter to give a life to myself’. No, I don’t want her heart. I can’t be selfish.”

The nurse approached him cautiously, “Sir, I won’t say I understand how hard losing a child is for a parent but I understand how hard losing a parent is for a child. I lost my mother 2 months ago and it was the most difficult period of my life. Her death was sudden. If I had known about this earlier, I would have done everything to save her. I would have even given my own heart to her. Because she was my everything.”

She glanced inside the ICU.

“And if now, your daughter was conscious, she would probably want to help you, because you were her everything and she made a promise right? ‘always!’ ”

He stared at his  daughter who was covered in incubator.

“But I will always be with you, every time.”  He remembered her saying 20 years ago.

“Always?” He asked.

“Always!” she answered.

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XOXO,

Rizasa 💝

CHROMOSOMES: Part 2

 

 

I saw my mother on the bed, looking at me with a permanent smile on her face.

Her eyes were filled with tears and I wonder if she realized it or not that the tears had rolled down her cheeks and touched her lips, giving more perfection to her smile.

This particular happening took me back 20 years ago….. when I was just 7.

It was the time of April. Spring was at the peak and happiness was in people but at the same time, I was there; completely unaware about life and happiness.

Now and then, I used to wander, in search of food, in search of compassion. My clothes were ragged and I couldn’t remember the patterns of my red skirt or last time my white shirt was white.  My hair was a mess and there were countless allergies and wounds on my body.

It felt as if I was a living dead because no one even cared to notice me.

One day, I was punished and beaten just because I had touched a ball of a rich kid. Though I was small, I has understood the code of the world, “money is everything; a key to contentment as well as callousness.” Because whoever had money was definitely happy; but they lacked the vital feeling of humanity, compassion and love.

I couldn’t remember the last time I ate properly. My body was weak and it felt like it hadn’t received nutrition for weeks.

I went inside a restaurant. If I was lucky enough that day, I would get some leftovers.

As the waiter saw me, he yelled, “You again? Didn’t I say you to never come here? This place is for decent peoples not filthy child like you.”

I stood there, staring at the heartless person before me. I tried to beg and cry for food but I didn’t have energy.

I joined my hands and closed my eyes. I could feel my tears.

Then after some moments, the waiter said, “Okay I will give you the leftovers but only if you wash those dishes on time.” He pointed to the piles of dishes in the kitchen.

I nodded.

 

The hands of the clock where continuously changing, but the piles of utensils didn’t decrease. I wanted to weep but I knew there was nothing inside me, not even a drop of tear to come out.

I saw the waiter on the kitchen door. He was apparently angry. “You filthy child! Only 6 plates in two hours? Now you are not getting the leftovers.”

After saying this, he grabbed the tray of leftovers and threw it on the street for dogs. I wanted to run for the breadcrumbs but my tiny thin legs didn’t help.

I managed to slowly walk till the door but by the time i got there, the dogs were already enjoying their meal.

The dogs usually stared at me and begin to growl with anger reflecting on their faces. That time I realized that a poor human is the poorest among all living beings.

I once again opened the door of the restaurant to go inside because I still have loads of utensil to clean.  Though now I could get nothing in return but I must need to keep my words.

When I opened the door I saw a lady blocking my way. She was tall, brunette and dressed in red. She had big almond eyes, same as mine, slim nose and thin lips which was painted in red. She was elegant with a perfect smile on her face.

For the first time, I had seen someone smiling at me. She didn’t speak a word but instead grabbed my hands and took me to the nearest table.

She gestured the waiters to bring foods and the waiters lined up with beautifully decorated food trays.

The waiter who had scolded me before and didn’t let me eat breadcrumbs was bringing me a whole piece of beautifully decorated sandwich.

After the foods had arrived, the lady said with a soft voice, “This is for you.”

I was particularly amazed to hear this. These four words literally changed my perception towards rich people. That day I realized that god actually sends angels for help.

That day, I ate like anything and everything and the lady was simply smiling at me.

After I finished my meal, I mean I huge meal; the lady asked, “what’s your name?”

I blacked out for a moment because it had been months that I hadn’t been called by my name.

After some time, I answered “Alison, my name is Allison.”

I found my voice to be louder than ever.

She introduced herself as Rachel, the owner of the restaurant.

She again inquired me, “Where are your parents? Where do they live?”

Even though I knew the answer but my voice began to shake, my lips were trembling. The bitter truth which was buried in my heart was finally making its way out.

“I don’t have parent and I live on the streets.” I stammered.

I saw Rachel’s smile fade away which was being replaced with compassion and sympathy.

Her eyes were filled with tears and I wonder if she realized it or not that the tears had rolled down her cheeks and touched her lips, giving more perfection to her smile.

“May I have the honor of being your mother?”

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Heyyy! so here is the story of Alison’s past… her struggle with life and how she met her mother.

But still the mystery behind Rachel’s  attempt to commit suicide remains unclear.

Stay Tuned till Next FriYay!!!

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XOXO,

Rizasa ❤

10 things I learned from YHRI- International youth forum.

Hey!!!

It’s not friYay yet and I’m here with a post! Wondering?

Well, I had to share something of worth and I couldn’t wait until friYay!

And also, this is not a story.

If you’re following me on Facebook, snapchat; you’ll know that I attended a program on human rights and sustainable development goals.

“International Youth forum on human rights and UN SDGs” was a two day program organized by “Youth for human rights Nepal.”

It was a really effectual program with the most passionate, like-minded people from different corners of the world, driven by success and with a vow to change the world to make it a better place to live in.

Here, I will be sharing the top ten things I learned from the event.

1. Learn to learn.

Simple but meaningful.

One thing you were never taught in school was: how to learn. Most of us really never did get taught evidence based learning techniques. What we were taught probably wasn’t actually backed by any research evidence, we were told to use techniques such as memorizing, copying and rereading that have been handed down obediently from generations to generations and been shown to be comparatively ineffective.

So, Learn To Learn!

2. Protesting is not violence, but instead it is standing up.

Till date, we have always misinterpreted protest as violence.  But actually, protesting is standing up for what you believe in, standing up for what is right.

 

3. Youths have ideas, olds have experience; and when they come along, great things happen.

“When the old are not allowed to tell their story, the young grow up without history. When the young are not listened to, we lose unique ideas and have no future.”

Youths are creative, energetic and enthusiastic but on the other hand olds are rich in experience and knowledge, they know how to do things and how not to do things. And with fresh ideas and remarkable experiences, great things can happen.

4. Don’t give fish, teach how to fish.

   

Well, of course if you give fish that will be only for a certain period of time and what after that? But if you teach them to fish that will be forever.  (Or at least until the period the fish hasn’t extinct. Ha-ha)

Also, isn’t giving fish every time making them dependent and lazy?

P.S Fish is only a metaphor.

5. Leave no one behind.

   

If you are familiar with the sustainable development goals, you must know this, “Leave no one behind” which has been the fundamental rallying cry around the SDGs.

6. If you want to become a successful entrepreneur, you must follow these rules:

   

i) My benefit, your benefit equals people’s benefit.

ii)If people talks shit about you, enjoy it.

iii)IR3P

• Interest
• Respect
• Positive
• Perspiration
• Patience

7. Break the stereotypes.

Our society is based on the superficial things, from which we categorize people because of the actions of a small percentage.

Stereotypes are sometimes too stiff and when there is no room for growth, the “tag” becomes oppressive, both for the individuals who are “tagged” and for the category itself.

The challenge is to keep an open mind even for the most rock-hard “tags.”

Because if not now, when? If not you, who?

 

8. Education is the key to unlock the cage of ruthlessness, key to freedom, key to hope and key to turn hope into reality.

   

True education is not preparation for life, education is life itself. Education is not an event but a process, a process we can use to change the world. Education teaches us to raise our voice, without actually raising our voice.

9. Certificate; more like a piece of paper?

   

You don’t need certificates and degrees to become innovators. What you really need for innovation is surprisingly simple. Identify what you are passionate about — which is almost always what you’re good at. Then find an accessible and reasonable way to be the best at it, or at least the best at a part of it.

10. You don’t need a penny to create an impact.

    

If you want to change the world, but you don’t have money to take actions, chill! Actually there is an easy way to do so without costing you anything.

You can share; share anything worth you find in social media, share all the good deeds you are doing in the society, share  new things you get to learn (like I’m doing now). And by doing so, at least you’ll be impacting 1 out of 100 people who are scrolling their news feed.

Besides, the share button in Facebook or the retweet button in Twitter does not come with a price tag!

P.S You can start it by sharing this post 🙂

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Thanks for reading 😀

And please do comment if I missed out anything important from the event.

XOXO,

Rizasa ❤

CHROMOSOMES- Part 1

How can she do this to me? I just can’t believe it.

First of all, she taught me to dream, I dreamt. Then she taught me to live in those dreams, I lived. And now without teaching me to quit those dreams, she is just trying to run away.

I gave her my love, I shared my courage with her and I was always a company to her. And now, I am hollow. Because whatever that I possessed are being taken. Now, I have nothing.

My mind was blank; completely blank. I felt as if my heart had stopped beating. There was no more sensation that trapped me and leapt into me.

A sudden wrench brought me back to life. The phone had fallen from my grip.

I stared at the phone for a while; the phone which changed my life.

I was senseless, emotionless and overall: lifeless. Because the person who gave light to my life and glow to my memories is now hanging between life and death.

I didn’t want to know what will happen nor was I aware about what was happening. But I knew, all the omens which were around, were predicting a horrible end.

I wanted to see her and ask her, “Mother, what compelled you to drop this down?”

When I had no hope, she was there. So, she is my hope. When I thought that my world has end, she introduced me her world. So, she is my world.  She is my family, my love and my every possible thing.

She knows that this little girl of hers cannot survive in this lonely world without her. She knows it!

So, I wanted to ask her what compelled her to take this step.

I have always priortized her, always. But she priortized drugs more than me.

She always used to talk about destiny and fate. Now that I am remembering her words, I once again had to console myself that I was still alive cause the feeling had been so intense but empty.

I wanted to see her and ask her, “Mother, was this your destiny?”

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I was unaware that I was already seated in my car. I wanted to start the car, or maybe not; but an invisible load on my head didn’t let me take decision.

My mind was going through all those moments spent with her.

The last time I saw her was in the rehabilitation centre. And the only face I could remember of her now is the one where her eyes were covered with tears and her lips with unspoken words.

I heard a woman cry with all her might. I was shaken. I realized that I was actually driving and I didn’t even know.

It took me seconds to recall what just happened in my life.

I saw my phone blinking. I grabbed it and saw 6 missed calls from the hospital. I feared to call back.

After some time, I reached the hospital. When I was heading towards the reception, I could hear my heart beating erratically.

I could feel a bitter cold grabbing my legs and trying to pull me inside the ground. The coldness became more intense with the passing of time.

I looked down at my feet. And then I realized I had no shoes nor was I in a proper dress.

I ran towards room no. 606 where my mother was. It felt as if I had been running my entire life.

“After the darkest hour of the night; there comes a beautiful dawn.” People say.

But what if sun refused to rise?

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My heart beat again, but this time, it was a pleasant one.

I saw my mother on the bed……….

 

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YO! the story is vague till now, I know.

But as the story proceeds, more secrets are bound to be revealed and a ravish truth to be discovered.

Stay tuned!!! Until next FriYay!!

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XOXO,

Rizasa<3