EXPLORING THE LURE OF SUPERHERO MOVIES AND WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH THOR: RAGNAROK ASAP.

Yes, I know. It’s been a while since the movie was released but you should give this article a read anyway.

So, you might never confess it but as you were growing up, you definitely had a phase where you wanted to be a superhero of some kind. Whether you desired The Dark Knight’s pricey automobiles or his bat-shit crazy strength (See what I did there?). Or, you could have wanted to fly like X-Men’s Archangel.

It doesn’t matter, though. Because you have grown up now and you have given up on becoming a superhero. So what do you do? You watch Superhero movies to satiate your power-hungry self. Marvel and DC are to be thanked in this department. Especially Marvel, because over the years or from the beginning of time, it has rolled out some tremendously fabulous movies. Guardians Of The Galaxy, Iron Man, we are looking right at you.

But apart from the fact that we all love our superhero fantasies being played out on the big screen, why do we watch superhero movies, anyway? After all, there must be a valid reason why my 26-year-old brother was practically bouncing to watch Thor Ragnarok weekends ago.

For example, I watch Superhero movies because I love the before-story that has been attached to it. How the superhero became one or specifically their Origin, who their nemesis is and what their weaknesses are. In short, you love the trivia that makes these movies what they are.

Also, trust. I trust Marvel to present its viewers with hilarious quirks and memorable punch-lines during the movie that also stay with me even after it’s been fifteen days since watching it. And, exhilaration. Being energized is so important in life. Whether you carry out any small task or a big one, energy is paramount in every one of your actions. These movies are guaranteed to give you the enthusiasm you need. 2 hours and 10 minutes of it and you are pumped for three days or so. Why? Because it’s so fictional that you start believing and enjoying it. You start believing that somewhere out there, there’s a race called The Stark that worships Tony Stark as their God. So these movies
help you glorify the word “NERD.”

Thor: Ragnarok is in the theatres right now and if you are a fan of the Marvel Comics, then I suggest you get off your bum and treat your eyes. It’s not about watching every Marvel movie that comes out. It’s about how lively it makes you feel after you have watched it. I bet that you will come out of the theatre saying-“Ah, what a great time to be alive.” Chris Hemsworth’s portrayal of Thor, Tom Hiddleston’s or better, Loki’s mischief and Cate Blanchett’s Hela’s evil antics will have you chortling in no time. Go watch Thor and feel refreshed. Action-comedies like these don’t come around often.

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Dangerous Epiphany Of The Present-A Memoir.

Evenings scare me these days. The retiring Sun, the rushing movement of birds from Colony wires to hidden nests and the ever-changing sky scare me.

It’s not like the darkness scares me, no. It’s just what it represents. It can be beautiful to those who choose to see it that way. But these days, darkness is a choker around my porcelain neck that turns it shades of awry black and deep blue. It sits in my room every night, waiting to halt my breaths and endeavors to suffocate me until I can’t see straight or think coherently.

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If My Body Talked To Me One Day, This Is What I Would Ask It.

What do you want to be in the future?

I want to be thinner and slimmer-

Stop right there, body. Why can’t you be

anything else? Why can’t you be a

bucket of sunlight that splashes us with

happiness every morning? Why can’t

you be a spring in someone’s step?

Why can’t you slither on someone’s mouth

and play as a soft grin? Why does a

decrease of fat appeal to you?

Why don’t you take a deep breath 

and enjoy the plump curves that

you have? Become comfortable

with this gift sans wrapping.

Become happy to be in your own

skin. Become wary since you must

treat it all like an exhibit in a glass case.

Become someone. Become you.

Be you, body. As hate kills love. Love

kills hope. And, hope kills all, sometimes.

Body, be everything but thinner and slimmer.

Be who you would like to be.

Be a sack of potatoes. Be the ballerina

who swings with grace and self-assurance.

Be someone else, please. Be who you want to be.

Is My Poetry Powerful Enough To Possess You?

There’s an endless satisfaction in seeing one’s poetry splayed over parts of the Internet. And, this blog post conveniently links you to some of my works. I constantly try to outperform myself and I should just put it out there with as much candor I can-I don’t know whether I succeed or not.

So that is for you to decide.

Being relatable and relevant, especially while writing poetry is tumultuous. I hope my efforts do not go to waste and you actually end up reading texts that my eccentric mind conjures.

Love Unfounded

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Where Am i Getting Lost Today?

 

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This post reeks of grotesque gimmickry and to make it worse and potentially lucrative for you, my reader, I present to you  The Filmy Babe Magazine. It’s a digital magazine originating from the south Of Asia. It does monthly features works of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Head over and submit to see your work floating through for many eyes to see!

 

Exhale of Happiness

  1. When my father closed his eyes,
    he saw dying walls with faded paint.
    He felt the broken faucet under his
    palm. He felt the creaking floors
    beneath his feet.
    When my father opened his eyes,
    he cursed and knew that he would
    see the same. But, a hand found
    its way to his bony shoulder and
    his vision changed.
    His taciturn mouth gasped and his
    eyes bulged. Reality settled deep in
    his veins as he stood near the cleanest
    edifice he had ever seen. He drank
    the refreshing air.
    What stood athwart him was a sculpture
    of architecture. Red oak floors and shiny
    windows, a spacious kitchen and the
    God that he had always believed in.
    My father stepped across the threshold
    and his heart burst out with exultation.
    Never devoid of money but encumbered
    by the grotesque passion of his three
    older brothers, he escaped.

    What did you think of this poem? Let me know in the comments!

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Renovatio. 

Probably the lengthiest poem I have ever written! I hope you like it. Please give me your honest opinions in the comments below! 

P.S The title of the poem is in Latin and translates to rebirth. 

She was made up of words,

They all said. She was meant

To be an author, they proclaimed.

But her mother, Mrs. Smith

Cooked dreams of an early

Marriage and a crawling toddler

For her. Thus, she ran.

 

She ran, leaving a world

Behind only to step into another.

She would paint her own life,

Embellish it with colloquialism,

Flowery words and further,

In her haste, she could only

Collect what her greedy hands

Touched. A toothbrush. A

 

Satchel and not as much a

Glance to the lady who was

Constituted of belligerence and

Hostility for her shaky career.

Betty was the bird emancipated

From a wooden cage. She would

Flap her wings around a strange

 

Place. She would grasp the

Feather and let it sink into

The welcoming ink and let the

Words spill out on an otherwise

Blank page. Oh! The jolts of

The train were like droplets of

Water flicked hurriedly after a

 

Nightmare. She was in a rocking

Carriage with people carrying

The burdens of their own stories after all.

She never batted her eyelashes

At another. Her concentration

Was pinpointed on the leather

Of the ledger she had managed

 

To gather. Her dexterous fingers

Groped the skin of the new diary

And her heart beat faster by

Imagining what would go in it

And which magazines her work would

Travel to. She was the witch and

This diary was her wand. She

Would cast enchanting spells

And thrive from it all.

 

For once, she heaved and a

Bizarre fear settled in the pit

Of her stomach. She knitted

Her brows deep in worry and

Anxiety for the thought of

Starting over. But the word

‘Valiance’ quivered in her mind like

Trees from an arrogant wind

Before a storm and she felt

Bolstered again. Because, she

 

Knew that no matter how harsh

The wind howls at the tress, they

Quiver but they never crumble and fall.

What does it feel like to move on?

It feels like exactly how
it sounds. You move
three steps ahead of
a force that was once holding
you back. You break
away from shackles that
were rooted around
your wrists and ankles.
You had fallen down
and now you have gotten
up-stronger and with
much more vigor. Your
mind can conjure images
of a healthy future. And
you can actually smile
without feeling the torture.
You can look
back now, it’s safe,
because what you will
see won’t be a mistake.
It will be a lesson of a
lifetime. And you will
remember his face
without fear or tear
streaks. You are not
reading these lines. You
are reading between
them because you know
exactly how it feels to
have moved on.
Yes, you have conquered
the art of moving on
and looking back with
courage and not scorn.

I am talking to you. Yes, YOU. The beautiful woman who fell head over heels over someone who does not give a damn. I want to help you move on. (I rhymed here too. Give me a cookie). If you are feeling down for any reason (related to boys), feel reassured after reading this poem because you can do so much better.

Personally, I never moved on because I have never fallen in love, (But does falling for Nutella count?). And, this was only my imitation of a sanguine woman who feels that she is strong enough to forget.

Thanks.
Good night.
I love you all.
Stay blessed.

The Time Oxford brought out the poet in me.

Incredibly short verses of poetry written by me while doing a short summer course of Creative Writing at Oxford University. It sounds fancy, I know. You can also catch all the highlights of my expedition on Jaipur Women Blog. The blog name will be ‘Velvet Eyes’. 

  1. Of an arm
    Coyly placed on my
    Shoulder and a smile
    Plastering his face,
    He breezed away into
    The arms of another
    After treading on my already broken heart.

2. Teardrops fell
Slowly but surely as the parents distanced
Themselves from their only offspring and
Ventured off to a world of modernisation
And Ignorance alone together.

3. The sun is my continual nemesis
And it destroys me in more ways than one.
Silent questions are raised eternally and
Will not die down until I stop concealing
Myself from my own bright demons.

4. There are pictures sketched on the
Concrete that the law abiders despise. They
Condemn them because the depth of the paint will
Never rest comfortably in their eyes, like it does in mine.

5. Shaky hands
And a sweaty forehead, a heartbeat faster
Than a bullet train’s speed is all that takes me
To saunter over to the podium and spill
Meaningful words that reach every ear, move
Every heart and propel them forward in their life.

Have a great day and don’t forget to smile, Netizens!

Avantika.

My first ever poetry slam! 

Stop.
Did you hear that?
It was the sound of your fear.
In the form of short breaths and tiny beads of sweat.
You are terrified. And you are foolish.
For you binge-watched Criminal Minds for two hours straight.
In the middle of the night.
And now, your primary fear is a fast approaching attacker.
Hidden behind the curtains or huddled up in your attic.
You contrive plans to beat him. Beat him with all your strength.
Until your fist is tainted blue from the punches
And cheeks ruddy from all the rush
But wait!.
All of this is fictional and inside your head.
For you had bolted every door before
you made it to bed.
But some woman out there screams with a
clay tongue as the ingress to her innocence is shattered by someone.
And here you are, lamenting about gender bias, confined within four walls.
I have faith in challenging.
So challenge the age-old convention of casting women as  Mary Janes with doe eyes in those horror movies and drab shows.
The fear that had blanketed you earlier should be gone by now
You should be able to get up and adorn the cape of bravery
And stand up to these loons while spewing profanities at them articulately.

Hi! Did anyone miss me? No? I figured that out by myself. So yes, I participated in my first EVER poetry slam and this was the poem I performed. Like it? Hate it? Tell me.

Read the interview I took of the organizer here-  http://jaipurwomenblog.org/post-jaipurs-first-poetry-slam-vriddhi-plans-to-have-a-comedy-night-soon/

THAT’S ME.
Bye!

Palatable. Also, collaborate with me?

There is a resplendent sight
below the blue sky. A
flower blooms from a
shy bud, scared to be
exposed to the world.
Its petals enlarge and
soon, it can be ogled
At. The succulent and
the stiff stem of the
flower painted green and seen
from afar brings a smile
to his face. But the world
burns in all types of ways
Yet, Nature never
turns its back; it beckons
him forward and envelopes
him in his arms. No guilt. No regrets.

As a writer, I am seeking more writer friends to collaborate with me on my upcoming projects. If you are interested, please drop in a message either in the comments section of this post or message me on my E-Mail-avantikasinghal216@yahoo.in

Go ahead and say Hi. I don’t bite and I don’t make people cry. I help people. I am kind, you guys. All of that rhymed.

Also, if you are simply copying my work or someone’s else work, for that matter, STOP IT. I am watching you. I really am!

Have a good day.

Lots of love,

Avantika.