Magical Realism vs Fantasy

Magic Realism and Fantasy.

Reality is a word every individual has to face and accept in their day to day life, and understanding the cause and effect relationship of life and death is complicated as it is embedded in science, religion and History. The term Reality check is what separates reality from fantasy or the virtual world as life is a constant struggle and it’s very vital for being sound enough to know when to draw the line so your survival is not in denial.

Fantasy on the other is the world of liberation where you can break free from the mundane living and there are no restriction and everything is a cakewalk and you are always happy and contend. The fantasy sphere varies with different age group, for a new born baby it will be wanting to drink milk, for a child it will be a world filled with chocolates and toys and superheroes, for a teenager it surely is love where the other gender becomes a major part of their life and impressing them, writing poetry, listening to taylor swift are all what matters.  Fantasy for an adult is being popular enjoying with friends and planning long trips, stayovers and partying and the list goes on, the one thing we’ve understood from this is that fantasy is something we are born with and reality is something we are born into.

Magic is something that has triggered us since a very long time, be it the famous Harry Potter series or those fairy tales we grew up watching or got attracted to Netflix and started watching Vampire Diaries, Stranger things, Breaking Bad and Supernatural. These are escape mechanisms or more or less the train we take to go to the fantasy world where it’s all Lilli’s and Roses, Magic Realism is more or less a movement that started in most part of the world which has no time period given where witchcraft and other types of magic started flourishing an gathered attention. They vary into small communities or children who’ve been abandoned by their parents due to being something different from human beings, just like how many of our previous births have no evidence on it the same applies for magic and the only difference is Magic is alive.

There has been a widespread literature and art under both these genre and Magic Realism has seen some great authors like Haruki Murakami who believes that Magic is created from Mood and atmosphere and The House of Spirits by Isabel Allande who believed that Magic is intrinsic and these writings speak about the true and underlying aspect of Magic Realism and how important is it for oneself to understand it.

Fantasy on the other hand is our top favourites among our stress buster list where it helps us in reducing the stress level that’s seen in the world today and fantasy also recreates beliefs and stimulates our mind in opening up to new ideas and visions where it’s a paradigmatic understanding of the world. We all remember our fifteen year old self who got so moved by the idea of love and the purity of love where we had butterflies in our stomach and all of us became Shakespeare and Alfred Lord Tennyson and never gave up on the love we had and the period one fell in love it feels like the entire world stops moving and it’s just that person you see everywhere and that’s what fantasy does to you. It gives you hope and faith so strong that you don’t feel like doing anything but be consumed by it all night and day, where you lose a lot of things in the long run like Time, Education, Friends, Money and Family.

Fantasy is good only when you know you can walk out of it and feel normal again, it should never become an addiction which stops you from growing and learning better things. We all have our fantasy stories like The Twilight series, The Wizard of Oz, Narnia, Marvel Avengers Cindrella and the Oscar winner of 2018 the shape of water. Fantasy helps you with pleasure factor of your cognitive self and helps your relax as it triggers you interest and you tend to start imagining and relating it all to you.

Reality is having the heart to accept that neither is fantasy nor Magic Realism a possibility in the todays worlds for normal human beings and thus we have to go through heartbreaks, deaths, pain, grief, sorrow and turmoil. We must render ourselves into earnestly fighting through every difficulty life puts us through as we are the survivors of the fittest and finest diamonds among the coal.

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The Uncommon pain

If I give you ten minutes to explain what pain feels like and what would be your explanation? We all have our own ways to explain it don’t we?

Pain can be anything that’s got to do we a formation of a sudden pit inside your heart. We must learn to differentiate the feelings revolving around pain like sorrow, grief and sadness. It’s simply not okay to go around using words like I am depressed and my life is a wreck or such terms you read in a social media. It’s not a sin to relate your feelings with these things but it surely is to romanticise it and start to believe like it’s happening to you and worsening the pit that’s formed already, so don’t damage the damaged.

Pain doesn’t really have to be something that pulls you down it can also be something that makes you a better person from what you already are as good things are learned the hard way and the pain mechanism is what builds your values and your underlying abilities that you never thought you were capable of until pain knocked your door.

Pain can beat you down to such depth that you may think it’s all the end of the world. We all have our own stories to tell and scars to hide but life has to go on as it always has you aren’t what you were which is like a constant reminder that life isn’t constant. You may choose to be a couch potato and sit brood into your sadness or dust it off and be a Phoenix that rises from the ashes, remember the choice is yours at the end of the day. You should be like water which takes up the shape of a container and yet doesn’t stop moving, learn to accustom yourself to the environment and grow with it. All of us tend to find ways to mend our hearts some physical and some mental what’s important is you should learn to conquer it every time it gushes up and damages you.

I am not asking you to control it because it’s not going to get you anywhere so learn to accept it because the only way to let go is to accept it. Pain is a driving force according to me because only with pain we tap in our inner potential to work and conduct ourself better.

#what you do in the dark must never come to light.

Your hardwork is something the world should never know, your success is what they should get to learn.

Learn to be selfish and goal oriented plant your values and opinions in places it deserves to be and spread love and peace Hardwork smartwork or teamwork at the end of the whole thing just WORK..!

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Humanity Switch

HUMANITY IS A TRICKY WORD. It plays a game where you dont get to decide
your moves.

Have you ever been so angry, that you felt like yelling
Enough is Enough, I've had it 
Every corner you turn triggers the demon inside you, 
and your happiness and peace falls of petal by petal
Summoning the demon inside you

You are like a hollow castle that shook your fragile heart
or did it bring back those memories that's simply haunting you now
The feeling has got you so numb that you are chained inside the misery
The demons inside me are waiting to be let out

All that mattered from then on was to simply accept it all like garbage
You've rotten with it and unleashed the devil inside you
Did it hit you so hard that you never got up
Were the nightmares stopping you from breathing?
Did the pain taste like bitter coffee?

The good old days are long gone
Go ahead, and find your comfort in Denial
You know its  not forever 
Drink your pain away
Let the cigarette smoke sway away your lonliness
Swith your humanity off
as there is a better tomorrow 
with no regrets,
and goodbye's for good

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Evening rants

Sometimes you just want to found happiness reading when it’s not there anymore. Whats more pathetic than feeling alone? Loneliness is a slow poison, its what kills you from inside and when you finally realize it, it’s just too late.



The rants inside my crumpled pages

has gone yellow with ages

Shadows to hide from

and tears to wipe


I am filling in these pages of time

I sip my dark coffee

pondering about who am I?

I ask myself


The unheard cries of my heart

is hard to explain

My young beating heart is shattered due to human tricks

pain is hard to fix


I am like the fallen maple leaf

old, torn, wrinkled and alone

The cold winds may blow me off

As I am too soft, like an angel’s hurt wing

Who am I; What have I become, I ask myself

I tilt my head and watch the sky

You walked in like a soldier and left like a traitor


I trace back old memories

Only to know that it’s not there anymore

I miss how you gave me false hopes

I miss falling in love with you

I miss hearing you say I love you

and I miss waking up next to you


You are not my last text or my morning alarm anymore

The tears in my eyes; is all dry

The blood in veins; don’t flow anymore

The air in my lungs; is deflated

Who am I; I ask myself


The ghosts of my past uttered

You are a dead soul

with a hurt wing, alone and dying


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His Shadow

Its always said that words are the most powerful weapon to your emotions, I’d like to differ because poetry surely is the one thing that digs deep into the soul of your readers and explains the solitude of your mind. We all have our own stories to tell and poetry is that one beautiful thing which makes us understand it in a literary manner.

The poet doesn’t always have to be so specific in his/her lines its a mere verse that can explain everything about it, and now that’s some exquisite piece you will be reading if you could establish the understanding. This small piece I’ve written was lying down in my old book that’s aged with time and is embedded with ink that had so many unanswered questions, hopes shattered and heartbroken. I sometimes wish life could just be as beautiful as how poetry is.


The dawn broke, silence paved the way

there was nothing wrong all day

The silence remained the same throughout my path

On the cedars, were sparkling dew drops


His shadow wandered in the crystal clear glen

Oh… so swift like the wind, which blew my strands of hair

I was aloof inside the dark woods

I could feel my blood becoming hot


I saw him riding on the horse

It made me drop my sack

My heart beating fast

As he approached closer to me


He lifted me by hip and took me on his horse

I felt a warmth that I’ve never felt before

Just like a fetus inside the womb

I felt safe with him

The moonlight became all dim


Will he come back for me?

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Dreams Shattered



Do you know how does it feel to be pushed to that point where you hear people say don’t worry it is all going to be fine you will be alright before you know? You know they are trying to help you out by being there for you but somewhere down the line you just feel like it is not helping you. You feel alone even amongst a crowd like you don’t belong there and the very environment suffocates the oxygen inside you and makes you choke. These are not some fancy English or fabricated words, it’s a true feeling that many of us choose to ignore for satisfaction purpose.

If you are one among those who are working or studying something you don’t like but you have to do it to please others, do take a read as this writing might just be that feeling of enjoying a good coffee after a rainy day with the sun brightening your face with the aroma of coffee in the air.

You might be somebody who is across the country reading this one morning and may find it not worth a read but this is a very close to the heart article that I have written today based on what a puppet’s feeling is if it had a real life, so without any further adieu lets begin.

When was the last time you smiled like there was nothing to worry about for real? It’s a tricky question actually and the answer is quick for the majority, it was a long time back is what we’ll say and its fine. If you were one among those who have to accept away saying yes its okay “I am fine” so that the one consoling you don’t get to know your unhealed scars? That moment where you become a puppet for your parent’s happiness but neither can you speak up nor fight back because you have been a submissive child. You might tend to question it was your fault to not fight back so why to bother complaining, how easy it would be right to just be rebellious and letting your horses run to achieve your dream.

It wouldn’t matter who gets hurt in the process, what if I tell you that these parents worked day and night to give you good shelter and then the  Whereas the devil in you who are waiting to be liberated does not care about all this, the other side of you just feels burnt because you have been such a coward in letting your dreams get shattered into pieces and what’s worse is that it is already too late to gather your broken hearts desires and dreams.

You have to sit through and force down information down your throat in complete despair where every trice that passes by makes you hate yourself for existing like a soulless creature who has given up on yourself just to satisfy others? That very killing feeling that glides through your head every time you were forced to study something you don’t like by your parents who undergo societal pressure in turn, should you blame them or this very society that we live in?

You can also call yourself highly intellect by just stating out statements like “it’s all in your head”, “you have not worked hard enough” ” Stop complaining and blaming the others around you instead do something”. I respect these comments as they try to trigger the motivating factor in you by being stern in their words but does it help a submissive child? It’s honestly not going to be okay or it’s just not a phase if I tell you that travelling far one way for a something you never wanted and it was just a foreplay of forced reality in your life which you have no option but to just take it up as your options to quit are too less. That worry in you which you tend to mask how complicating it is to waste money and time going to college just for the sake of attendance and you have to put up with classes after classes and you are in so much agony where neither can you learn anything there and have to walk by that classroom which u desired to be in but couldn’t and how will you alleviate that.

You walk into the campus looking at happy faces, many don’t belong and some do we all have our own stories to tell I am not denying that but it matters from person to person on how they handle this situation, some may still be learning whereas the other might just be in denial of the position he or she is in, the next case is some may be brooding over it day in and out. In my opinion, it’s hard and doesn’t advice your friend saying its okay because the one suffering it is not you so psychologically you won’t know a thing about the suffering that person is undergoing. What you can instead do is just listen and let them rant it out completely and then go about sharing your opinion in a motivating manner saying what are all the possibilities you can take up after this and give them a skeptical understanding. Show them that their worry is among your priority which will uplift their mood and engage them into staying happy. Please don’t avoid to listen as that will put them through a lot of pain.


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The Story of a Prostitute

Were you one among those people who scrolled through the posts and came across this and gawked?

Were you one among those who frowned upon the Prostitute word or the one who has judged my writing because of the title. The proverb says “Don’t Judge a book by its cover”. I don’t want to sound ambitious here but hey just take a read and I am pretty sure you will intend to write a poem, essay or even an article for your school’s English assignment on prostitution as the first article I ever read inspired me and I hope mine will inspire you.

We all have our own set of misconceptions on Prostitutes, it may differ from person to person, the question here is are you sure if that’s what they fit under or is it that you want to frame them under your opinions?

Having opinions is not the problem make sure your opinions have sufficient facts to support your argument, else your argument is just a babble to this smart world we live in. A prostitute’s life is not all that glam and glittery like how media and movies portrays, it’s a very dark lane that has no street lights to return back or ponder upon it’s a one way path. Their survival is not for sex which the public fails to understand, it’s rather for their family and for themselves. It’s a common question we tend to ask ourselves if whether there isn’t any other occupations for them to do. A simple answer to this is that Sex workers never wanted to be Sex workers they were kidnapped, poisoned, threatened and abused to perform prostitution which is a mere money-making business by monsters around us in the name of humans.

The next time you see a Prostitute on the road don’t look at her as a sex object who looks gorgeous with heavy make-up in panty-hose or short dresses and skirts with revealing blouse. If you try looking at her as another human being who is indeed like the clown in a circus, where she has to put that up with herself and not show her true sorrow as she won’t receive customers.

We cannot tag ourselves as a modern country yet because giving identity to trans-genders and Homosexuals and passing abusive comments on them in the road body shaming them or insulting them by denying them an identity in this society is an act of shame.

How many of us actually know the inside story of the women in Red street? They go through such pain everyday due to the exploitation of their vagina and body. They have to bear the irritation while the men with lustful eyes insert themselves inside her, they then are simply left with unimaginable pain and are exposed to Sexually Transmitted diseases (STD). If they are victimized to it they are thrown in the streets to beg without clothes, food or money and eventually are seen begging in the roads, railway stations and temples their lives end there.

All of us have come across multiple cases of girls going missing, they are trafficked by dealers in sex working organisation and they go through mental and physical torture where they are drugged inside a room and exposed to pornography and these dealers get them addicted to sex so much that they don’t realise it until a point of time.

If there is a new women in the business who gives maximum pleasure to her customer she is considered to be the best one in town so they enjoy benefits like good food and other luxuries. The dealers enforce Positive reinforcements for those who satisfy their customers, and those who don’t receive punishments. It’s basic psychology that keeps them going.

You see it’s not something which that prostitute wanted to be who you must have mocked at a few days back or laughed at with your friends, she has her own story of which you don’t know even a thing about. It’s so easy for us to comment on things but if it’s something on you it’s termed as bitching so don’t complain if you are one among the bitching community.

Learn to respect the soul of another person irrespective of their looks, gender, occupation or anything all of us fall under one statement of Shakespeare “ The world is a stage and we are all mere players”. Women are the nation’s pride support them don’t exploit them.

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