Song of Perfection

Poem and artwork by my fabulous teammate, Drishhti Mangar. More on our Instagram handle, Body+ve. Go follow. You’re welcome.

And I bet it hurts not much

For it pricks you no more

We’ll hum the song of perfection dear

Until they all march out the door,

The insecure have named,

The jealous have framed,

All of them had put you through shame,

The heartless yet “faultless”

Were the ones who tamed.

We’ll paint you perfect honey

We won’t spare a single freckle for sure

We’ll hang on you a price tag too

And you’re ought to be allured,

We’ll dig you a deep grave

And you can toss your soul within,

Forget not to embrace it with all your flaws

Lastly to strip down

Your namely “faulty” skin

Oh wild creature of the cosmos

Swaddled in the shimmer of stars

Your quirks and untamed beauty

Are a crime here

And they’ll attend your funeral with

Plastered smiles and paper flowers


What I’ve Learnt After Deleting Instagram 5 Times

As a self-proclaimed novice at social media (cough), I feel like I have enough experience to write my own guide to using social media the right way. But if we’re being honest here, the first and most important thing to remember is this:

Do not delete your social media accounts. Trust me when I say it doesn’t help.

Trust me.

Make others hold you accountable.

If you have an iPhone, god bless you, your social media life is about to become way easier. Just download iOS 12 if you haven’t already, and go to Screen Time, and add yourself a daily social media limit, and ask your mom to type in a password, preferably not your birthday.

If you don’t, no problem! On Android devices, there is the Digital Wellbeing feature to get you through this.

The good thing about other people holding you accountable is that it not only reminds you that people care about your screen time, but it also takes away the pain of self-restraint. If there’s nothing you can do to clock in 5 more minutes on social media, you’re less likely to feel bad about it.

Find your purpose.

Find out why you’re on a social media platform. Is it for personal growth? Is it a de-stresser? Is it to stalk your crush? Find out and stick to that. Don’t say you’re here to follow the United Nations and then just look at Avengers: Endgame memes. I’m not saying you can’t or shouldn’t do both, but you definitely shouldn’t forget what you came here to do.

Take it easy.

Take a chill pill! Relaxxxx. Your main purpose in life is not to make sure that your stories are beautiful, your posts are tagged right, your tweets are grammatically assured (but a soft reminder that they SHOULD), so stop fretting about trivial things that you’ll end up losing sleep for. Don’t push yourself to try and control what your public image looks like. Instead, strive to be the most real version of yourself. If you want to share with people, share both your good and bad sides.

Get on Twitter. It’s better.

no offense, Instagram.

Vox — Part 1

April 15th, 2019.

It’s the morning. I wake up at about 7:30, and with this unfazed focus in my head. I guess I was expecting it, cause it had been on my mind for quite a long time. I was going to get off of Instagram. Completely, permanently and indefinitely, quit social media.

For what must have been the 50th time.

In a previous post, I think I briefly addressed my love-hate relationship with Instagram, but this is probably the first time I’ve taken the time to actually write about it. I don’t hate Insta. I love that it has connected me to my friends, given me a platform to share my content with a wider and more vibrant audience, and I love, love, love the memes that bless my feed.

However, the constant flow of information, that Instagram as a platform so happily and overtly encourages, is what often throws me off my balance and sense of self-integrity. I am happy to interact with people over the internet, as long as I know that this is only a secondary form of communication with them, and that the dynamic we have created is solid in real life. I enjoy finding out what’s going on in other people’s lives, as long as I don’t feel any obligation (consciously or otherwise) to do the same.

In a nutshell: I like sharing with the world, but only in small amounts. That’s how much my brain can take before my teenage self-image starts to shatter.

As a teenager, there are some expectations placed for me that I gladly exceed. I do impeccably well at school. I am kind and helpful and considerate and understanding towards everyone, irrespective of whether they reciprocate those traits or not. I stay within the limits set by my parents, my immediate society, and even myself, because I know that there is a lot of time for me in the future to break those limits and go beyond them. I don’t even consider them expectations anymore, rather just the basic rules of my life that I choose to live by.

What I don’t understand is when people place teenagers as nothing more than a liability to the greater good of the “stability of society”. It’s almost as if we’re expected to mess things up. And the only two ways to resolve this conflict is either by telling teens to hold back their feelings, or punish them afterward.

Where is the space for me to make mistakes? When is it okay to say “I did something wrong, I hope we can make it right”? How is a growing child expected to do anything of purpose if there is absolutely no way for her to find out on her own? To mess up and still recover?

Is this all we are, as teens? Problems that need to be fixed asap, or even worse, problems that shouldn’t exist at all? Is anything we’re doing worth it, or is everything, by default, just wrong?