Category Archives: Spilled Ink

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Rebel, with a cause

There are so many amazing, virtuoso, brilliant people out there who are doing great in their respective fields. You can look at them and feel beneath, jealous, timid and lose your confidence OR take inspiration. It is so easy to give up, so easy to think you cannot do it, so easy to feel scared and worthless. But it takes plenty of cojones to stand for what you believe in, to keep doing something that you love and enjoy, to walk against the direction of the wind, to face opprobrium, and to continuously try to create an identity for yourself in this big world.

I have been a rebel and an obdurate kind of person and all these years the world tried to convince me that these are the kind of qualities I should get rid of. Over these years I started listing them under my bad qualities, right under laziness and above irresponsible. But lately, I realized that they actually deserve a respectable place in my strengths. I feel so stupid that I let the world make me believe that being rebellion and being stubborn made me a bad person.

Rebel; someone who does not obey, someone who rise in opposition.
Stubborn; someone who does not give up, difficult to move, dogged determination not to change.

You are wasting your life if you are not doing what you love, if you are not being who you are, if you are not chasing the dreams you have. You need to look for the light and then follow that path. Yeah, go ahead be a rebel, it takes fortitude to be one, to stand against the odds, to fly in the face of normalcy, to talk about things they don’t want to hear. And once you have found your art, my dear, be a stubborn heart. Deny to give up no matter how hard it gets, accept the criticism, the failures, the bruises and the pain. Work hard to keep that fire alive, that desire alive.

And most importantly, don’t apologize. Don’t apologize for your belief, for your grit, for your devotion, for being insanely frenzy about your art.
Yes, I am stubborn, yes I am a rebel, and I am proud of being one.
Who are you? or shall I ask are you happy with it?

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Look 1:
Distressed Boyfriend jeans:Roadster (Myntra)
T-shirt: (Men’s section)Lee Cooper
Leather jacket: Vero Moda
Jootis: Jaisalmer local market

Look 2:
Skirt: DIY
Crop Top: Local market
Boots:Bruno Manetti (Myntra)

Behind the lens: Chintan Suthar

Loads of Love,
Peppy Chics ❤️


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HER || SHE || WOMAN

I met a woman in the hills last year, Kind and gorgeous. She ran a small cafe and worked as a porn artist. Poured her heart out, over a cup of coffee on a winter morning. She chose to pose nude, not because how things stand, but because she enjoys that. It’s just a career choice, not her Dignity.

I saw a woman on the highway the other day, chit chatting with the truck drivers and exhaling smoke as she sipped her tea. The guys on the left giving her dirty smiles and the elders on the right looking down at her disrespectfully. It’s just a cigarette, not her identity.

There is a goth girl next door, who hangs out with a bunch of guys, gets drunk sometimes and stays out till 3. Not just the neighbors, her own family looked at her as an ignominy. It’s just an hour of the clock, not her personality.

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That shy girl from my school, who fell in love with a guy from a different continent. She now shares a house with him. A human loving another human, regardless of society’s acceptability.

There is a woman I know, who was always forced to cover her body and even the face when she stepped out of her room. Years later saw her picture on a social media in sheer sari on a red bikini. She captioned ‘Hey!! It’s just a piece of cloth to cover, not a necessity’.

That woman who is always treated as untouchable every time she stepped in a Temple, Mosque or a church. She cried out one day, ‘what’s caste and creed?’ The society divided Gods in the name of religion, she dared to disagree.

There is a kick ass woman I know from work, smooth with excels and people. Loves sleeping in the jungles and waking up on mountain peaks. Often shows her indifference towards cooking and house cleaning activities. Not a good wife, they assigned the guilt when she asked her man to share the responsibilities.

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A woman in my family, declared her wish for child-bearing. Her mother joyously inquired, ‘so you are ready for matrimony?’ She tried explaining, ‘A woman can choose motherhood, bridal vows are not obligatory’.

That woman who hides away from everybody like a crook. Raped in her teens, is now rejected by every male of our community. Her parents tired of defending, Somebody else’s monstrous act does not define her purity.

We live in a century where women travels to moon and other planets and here we are still judging her on the basis of the career she chooses for herself, the time she comes back home, the gender of her best friend, the number of guys she has dated, the age when she wants to marry, the inches of skin she chooses to reveal, her cooking and house cleaning skills, her decision of marriage and kids. Almost EVERYTHING.

Guide her if she is about to fall, and even if she does, sit down with her, laugh it off and help her get up. Don’t force her to follow the rules and the classification of right and wrong set by the society. You can’t always protect her, it’s not possible. Don’t expect grace and elegance out of women all the time. It’s UNFAIR. Tell them it’s okay to be goofy and messy and clumsy and that it’s okay to fall down trying to walk in those sky-high heels.

Give her the freedom to make her own choices, let her gather the courage to accept the mistakes and failures and the sagacity to learn the lessons life has to offer.

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No this isn’t about feminism, this isn’t about being treated as equals, it is about accepting and loving HER, SHE, THE WOMAN OF THE SOCIETY. Whether she is slim or Fat, tall or short, has long hair or is completely bald, loves a male or a female, Sot or sober, fair or dark, coy or cocky, a housewife or ruthlessly ambitious. No matter who she is and how she chooses to lead her life, she is BEAUTIFUL and COMPLETE and she deserves to be treated with respect as much as she is expected to give respect.

She is ME,
She is YOU,
She is a Woman,
But first, a HUMAN.

Loads of Love,
Peppy Chics ❤️


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Goodbye….

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Struggled throughout the night, kept looking at the window waiting for the sun to come out and shine.

The darkness started to fade, I put my old torn shoes and decided to go for a walk by the sea-shore.
6 a.m. in the morning, yet the place was full of people. Couples, friends, family, tourists, everybody looked so happy and fine. A small kid selling newspapers, a man asking people if they want to click a picture and make a memory, an old man requesting passersby to get their shoes polished so he can buy himself some food.

Some boats in the sea caught my eye and suddenly I felt my world coming to a standstill. Suddenly I wanted to turn blind towards all the happy faces around me and I wanted to turn deaf towards all the conversations and laughter around me. I felt envy and rage.

Hundreds of people around me, yet I felt all alone, scared, legs trembling and body cold. A huge wave of agony came crashing towards me and I lost my balance. I did not feel sane anymore. The boats going farther away in the sea and I heard his voice. Those words that I was always afraid of hearing. His voice sharp and piercing.

‘Goodbye my love, its time for me to leave.’
and I felt my heart bleeding inside of me. I have seen movies and read books about love and heartbreak and all that pain of losing the one. But nothing can ever describe the void and misery that I feel within. Its like the lyrics left the music. Now the music is sad and incomplete for some, while for others it’s a beautiful melody.

And I stand there, wondering, what hurts more?
When a person leaves you without a single word, and you wait there at the edge of the cliff, not knowing what went wrong, why did he leave, where did he go, is he ever coming back?
OR, a person saying that most painful word, ‘Goodbye’? Is there anything good in a goodbye?

Destiny can be a bitch, I think to myself. Sure it has the power of taking apart two humans unconditionally and insanely in love with each other and throw them in two such corners of the world that they never see each other in their lives. But what it can never do is separate their hearts and souls.

I heard the words he never spoke, and cried the tears I never could. Miles and miles of sea for as far as I could look, the boats were gone, out of my sight.

‘Wherever you are, I hope you think about me just like I do’, I sighed. Closed my eyes and finally made peace with the fact that he is never coming back.

Love,
Arch ❤️