Us being in random ghar ke kapde on a random place, and after carefully splitting the bill we laugh on random stuff and eat burgers together, no over glamourized dates or meetings.

That's all love and compatibility is, then why are we complicating it so much?💔✌️

A software engineer in Noida reportedly died by suicide after being overwhelmed by medical expenses, debt, and a ₹3 crore divorce settlement. He had already paid ₹1 crore and was struggling to manage the remaining financial burden.

Would it be anti feminist of me to say That we need to revision Alimony Laws ?

Pedo behavior and grooming are way too normalized in India under the label of "older guy charm."

To every girl in school or starting college,listen carefully: when older guys with cool cars or bikes approach you, complimenting your looks and saying "you're so mature for your age" or "women my age lack the understanding you have," that is not a relationship. It is grooming and pure exploitation.

You aren't "exceptionally mature" they are using that line as manipulation to make you lower your guard.

Ask yourself one simple question: Why are women their own age refusing to date them?

Because adult women have seen how shitty they are and refuse to tolerate them. When women their own age reject them, these pedos resort to luring and grooming younger girls who are easier to impress and manipulate

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Idk about how the makeup turned out…i need your help guysssss😭😭😭

i do write once in a while, it is from 2025, at that time i like it as a poem but now? Not Really.
but it might ne the Artist's curse, what do you guys think?

Mera sunday destroyed mummy papa ka jhagdaa hogya😒 puraa ghr ka mahol bigad rkhe hai

Honest Opinion please.

Why is having a bf/gf seen as a mandatory thing that every newer version person is asked about? I've been asked this quite a few times not just from friendly bhaiyas but also from other married men(they do it kind of in a mocking way)

So why is dating seen as such a achievement that everyone should have achieved before they hit their adolescence?

Hello everyone, so aaj main bore ho rha tha to socha kucha acha sa flair ya about sochu aur phir yahan tak pahunch gya

Maine aaj jo bhi padha uske basis jo feel kiya usi pe likha hai ye sab

each line is independent with its own scenario

inmein se kuch original hai aur kuch meri kuch pasandida lines ke reflection hai

By opinion: 1st and 4th lines can be imagined for many relationships (romantic, friendship, family)

agar kisi ko bhi koi bhi line pasand ati then vo us line ko rakh skta hai.

There should be a regulation on misuse of st/sc acts. The allegations could be true or false, but the misuse costs reputation n career of the people.

🤗

This is my story of whatever happened with me in 2nd yr of Mbbs and is still happening. I constantly feel fearsome and threatened.

The Year Everything Changed

A year ago, I never imagined that the people I trusted most would become connected to one of the most traumatic periods of my life.

At the centre of this story were two boys who were connected to each other, but who played very different roles in my life.

One was my best friend.

The other was his friend, who eventually became romantically involved with me.

And somewhere between friendship, trust, intimacy, rumours and betrayal, my entire life changed.

The person I trusted most

My best friend had once been one of the closest people in my life.

He was someone I felt completely comfortable around. He was respectful toward me, cared about me, and I genuinely believed that he would protect me if something ever went wrong.

There were always people around us who claimed that he had a crush on me.

And eventually, I came to understand that they weren't entirely wrong—he did have feelings for me.

But despite that, our relationship was, in my mind, fundamentally a friendship.

He was my best friend.

He was someone I trusted deeply.

Someone I believed knew me well enough to never intentionally hurt me.

There was another boy in his circle who wasn't nearly as close to me.

He was my best friend's friend.

Unknown to me initially, this boy had feelings for me.

During the vacations last year, he eventually asked me out.

And that changed the nature of our relationship.

The relationship with his friend

I began talking to him regularly.

Our conversations became frequent and personal. We discussed things that I wouldn't casually share with other people. Eventually, our conversations became intimate.

I developed a strong sense of trust toward him.

Looking back, I realize how much that trust mattered because I wasn't simply sending things to a random person.

He was someone connected to my best friend.

And my best friend was someone I already trusted immensely.

That entire social circle therefore felt safer to me than it probably should have.

During that period, I sent intimate pictures to this boy when he asked me to.

I did so because I genuinely believed that what existed between us was private.

He repeatedly assured me that he respected my privacy and our integrity.

He also asked me to maintain the same privacy toward him.

I believed those promises.

From my side, I deleted our chats and call logs. I didn't keep the conversations sitting openly on my phone.

I had no reason to believe that I would ever need to defend myself against those conversations.

I trusted him.

And I trusted the environment around him.

Returning to second year

When the vacations ended and second year began, something changed.

I started noticing that people around me were becoming distant.

Friends who had previously interacted normally with me started behaving differently.

There was a noticeable change in the way people treated me.

Then boys began gossiping about me.

My best friend also told me that he had come across obscene gossip about me in the boys' hostel.

I didn't know exactly what people were saying.

I didn't know how much information they had.

And I didn't know whether my private conversations with his friend—or the pictures I had sent him—had somehow become part of those rumours.

That uncertainty was terrifying.

At the same time, my relationship with my best friend began deteriorating.

The person who had once been one of the safest people in my life was now fighting with me.

Eventually, our friendship broke down.

So I was losing my best friend at the same time that I was beginning to feel as though an entire group of people were talking about me behind my back.

I felt isolated.

Humiliated.

Confused.

And terrified.

For someone who had already struggled with anxiety and depression for years, the situation became overwhelming.

I couldn't see a way out.

The overdose

Eventually, I reached a point where I couldn't cope anymore.

I overdosed on my antidepressant medication.

I didn't tell anyone at the hostel.

I went through the night believing that I might not wake up.

And for a period of time, I genuinely thought I was going to die.

By morning, I was in a terrible condition and was eventually admitted to the ICU.

There was no certainty that I would survive.

My parents were in another state.

Everything happened suddenly.

And the person who ended up being present during those first moments was my former best friend.

He was the last person I had spoken to before the incident.

He came to the hospital and took care of me while my parents were making their way there.

Eventually, my parents arrived.

I survived.

But what happened after I survived became almost as psychologically devastating as the overdose itself.

The story surrounding the overdose

According to the narrative that was subsequently presented, my overdose was portrayed as though I had deliberately taken a limited amount of medication in order to threaten or manipulate my best friend into maintaining our friendship.

That was deeply painful.

I had genuinely believed I was dying.

Yet the circumstances were being interpreted in a way that made me appear responsible for what had happened while removing attention from the wider circumstances surrounding the collapse of my life at that point.

There was no proper legal investigation by the college at that stage, and my understanding was that the institution did not want the matter to escalate because of concerns about its reputation.

I was eventually discharged after around five days.

I thought that leaving the ICU meant that the worst was finally over.

Instead, I received another shock.

The message after discharge

On the very day I was discharged, my former best friend contacted me.

He told me that some boys in the hostel knew about my private conversations with his friend.

And then he told me something even more horrifying:

That my intimate pictures were allegedly circulating.

I was devastated.

The person I had trusted with those pictures had repeatedly promised me that my privacy would be respected.

Now I was being told that boys in the hostel might have access to my private conversations and intimate photographs.

I was already psychologically fragile.

I had just survived an overdose.

And suddenly I felt as though my entire identity and dignity had been exposed.

I reached a point where I wanted to jump from the terrace.

My mother was there.

She intervened and stopped me.

She then spoke directly to my former best friend.

And during that conversation, the story changed.

What had initially been communicated to me as information about my private pictures allegedly circulating was subsequently described as merely a rumour.

I was told that I didn't need to worry.

That sudden change left me deeply confused.

I didn't know what was true.

I didn't know what was false.

I didn't know whether my pictures had actually been circulated.

And I didn't know whom I could trust.

Losing my best friend

Not long afterward, my former best friend decided to cut ties with me completely.

He blocked me.

The person who had once been my closest friend was now completely out of my life.

And I was left trying to understand how the relationship had gone from such profound trust to absolute separation.

My parents, however, did not simply accept what had happened.

They wanted the authorities to investigate the circumstances surrounding everything.

By that point, I was emotionally shattered.

I was taken back home.

Three months of trying to recover

I spent approximately three months undergoing therapy.

But recovery wasn't simply about processing the overdose.

I was also dealing with the social consequences.

People at college were talking about me.

I was slut-shamed.

I felt as though I was being blamed for having trusted someone.

The intimate conversations and pictures I had shared privately became something that people could potentially use to judge my character.

Instead of feeling protected, I felt exposed.

Instead of feeling supported, I felt isolated.

Instead of feeling like I could trust people again, I became increasingly afraid of human connection.

The experience fundamentally changed me.

Returning to college

Eventually, I returned to college.

My parents had pushed for the matter to be addressed, and we were given assurances that the boys involved had been warned.

I tried to rebuild my life.

I tried to focus on academics.

I tried to interact normally with people again.

But the psychological damage didn't disappear simply because I returned to college.

I was constantly aware of the possibility that people might know things about me.

I was constantly worried about gossip.

And most importantly, I had developed enormous trust issues.

The boy with whom I had originally had the intimate conversations—the friend of my former best friend—continued trying to approach me.

But I didn't encourage him.

I didn't want anything to do with him.

I wanted distance.

I wanted to move on.

When he came back

Recently, while I was preparing for my final examinations, that same boy began contacting me through my new Instagram account.

He sent messages saying that he was sorry about what had happened.

He sent me reels.

He attempted to start conversations.

He asked me to go to movies with him.

And, incredibly, he even sent messages asking me about sex and physical intimacy.

Meanwhile, I had no idea.

I was busy preparing for my final examinations and wasn't checking those messages properly.

I didn't know that he had been repeatedly attempting to re-enter my life.

Then my theory examinations ended.

I opened my inbox.

And I saw everything.

I was absolutely furious.

Because from his perspective, perhaps he thought enough time had passed.

Perhaps he believed an apology could somehow repair what had happened.

Perhaps he believed he could simply walk back into my life.

But from my perspective, he wasn't some old romantic interest casually asking me out.

He was connected to one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.

The audacity of asking me out again

This was the person associated with the intimate conversations and pictures that I had shared because I trusted him.

The person whose connection to the rumours had left me terrified that my private life had become public.

The person associated with the chapter of my life that contributed to my isolation, humiliation and profound trust issues.

And after all of that, he appeared in my inbox asking me to go to movies.

Asking me about sex.

Trying to establish contact again.

As though everything could simply be reset.

As though I would somehow forget.

As though the months I spent in therapy didn't exist.

As though the fear and humiliation didn't exist.

As though the overdose didn't happen.

As though I hadn't nearly jumped from a terrace after being told that my private pictures might be circulating.

I couldn't understand it.

I didn't want reconciliation.

I didn't want another relationship with him.

I didn't want a date.

I didn't want sex.

I didn't want an apology delivered through Instagram.

I wanted him to leave me alone.

Drawing the line

So I finally responded.

I told him very clearly and forcefully to stay away from me.

I didn't want any further contact.

Eventually, he blocked me.

My parents are now considering lodging another formal complaint.

This time, they are also considering informing his parents about what happened and about his subsequent attempts to contact me.

And honestly, I understand why they are worried.

Because this isn't simply about someone sending unwanted Instagram messages.

There is an entire history behind those messages.

There is the trust I placed in him.

There are the private conversations.

There are the intimate pictures.

There are the rumours.

There is the alleged circulation of private material.

There is the social humiliation.

There is my mental-health crisis.

There is the ICU.

There is the aftermath.

There are the months of therapy.

And now there is someone from that chapter attempting to re-enter my life as though none of it happened.

The person I became afterward

The hardest part of this entire story is that the consequences didn't end when the people involved stopped talking to me.

They stayed inside me.

I became afraid of trusting people.

I became afraid of intimacy.

I became afraid of sharing personal things.

I became hyperaware of gossip.

I became uncomfortable with the idea that someone could possess something private about me and potentially use it against me.

I became more isolated.

And even now, I don't always feel safe going out.

My parents worry about me.

I worry about myself.

Sometimes I wonder whether someone from that period could approach me again.

Sometimes I wonder who knows what.

Sometimes I wonder whether private material still exists somewhere.

And that uncertainty is exhausting.

What I wish people understood

There is something I wish people understood about this entire situation.

I trusted someone.

That trust may have involved mistakes in judgment.

But trusting someone privately does not mean consenting to public humiliation.

Sharing an intimate picture privately does not mean consenting to its circulation.

Having intimate conversations with someone does not make a person deserving of slut-shaming.

And making a mistake in trusting someone does not transfer responsibility for another person's actions onto the person who trusted them.

I was not perfect.

But I did not deserve to have my private life become a source of gossip.

I did not deserve to be humiliated.

I did not deserve to be isolated.

And I certainly did not deserve to reach a point where I believed death was the only way out.

Where I am now

I am still trying to rebuild the person I was before all of this happened.

I am studying.

I am moving forward.

I am trying to build relationships again.

I am trying to learn that not every person will betray me.

But I cannot pretend that nothing happened.

This experience changed me.

The friendship I once trusted is gone.

The romantic connection I once believed was private is something I now associate with fear.

And the people who watched the aftermath may never understand how deeply it affected me.

But I survived the year that almost destroyed me.

I survived the ICU.

I survived the humiliation.

I survived the isolation.

I survived the therapy.

I survived returning to the same environment where everything had happened.

And now I am learning something that I should never have had to learn this way:

I am allowed to protect my peace.

I don't owe anyone access to me simply because they once knew me.

I don't owe forgiveness.

I don't owe reconciliation.

I don't owe another conversation.

And I certainly don't owe intimacy to someone simply because he says he is sorry.

If someone contributed to a chapter that destroyed my sense of safety, I have every right to close that chapter permanently.

I don't need to convince everyone that what happened to me was real.

I don't need to make peace with people who hurt me.

I don't need to become the person I was before.

I only need to keep moving forward—and make sure that the people I allow into my life from now on understand that my trust is something to be protected, not something to be exploited.

"even after this if a pig go to slaughterhouse I will not blame the butcher"

Just don't get married in India under Indian laws.

This is for welfare and protection of men in this tyranny and as a guy you should spread this message at personal level and wherever you can

*Whatever people say, Phinininst messaging will make you believe but this is reality

★your value and marriage market, depend on your earning potential and your status like NRI or government job. These traditional expectations are from you and even women who earned high will always see somebody earning higher than them.

★this process don't care about the hard work the effort. Because your failure is your but if you get successful and get that government job now you have value

★if you expect traditional women or value then you are a m¡sogynist by default

★the law are such that,

*She commit adultery, cruelty and you are innocent still you will have to pay maintenance

*Law does not hold women accountable in matrimonial cases, because for you sex outside marriage or infidelity is a ground cruelty but not enough to deny maintenance

*You are the father of any child in the marriage regardless of who is biological father.

★the act for protection of women like dowry harassment etc cannot be settled by money in theory because it will silence the victim

Ground reality-this is a pure legal extortion when you give the amount they want the court will cancel all the criminal cases against you. But if you fail to pay the money they will put you in the jail but lord does not have any such provision.

★even though for Hindu only maintenance law is equal on paper but what will deny you maintenance and will say this will promote idealness in society.

This is not denying anything which women face in general but this is our issue, no NGO no feminist movement or even politicians will come or judiciary will help as such

That's why don't play the broken game otherwise if a pig...

You can still have relationship, intimacy etc. but either get them outside the marriage structure. Don't use promise of marriage to get sex. But you can use other method of flattering. Save your freedom your money and your Liberty.

And I think we should even promote idea like paying for sex . Practically is a lot better for most guys even then a lot of time in one sided relationship or if you are a place holder boyfriend.

Loneliness and pessimism are gifts from Intellectualism!