~3 Special OSs~joint effort against bashing VD/KAS/VM

Vrinda Dawda : hatred

It isn't about how many hate you, it's about many really love you.

You are here to achieve what you have always wanted. You aren't here to sit and sulk because

some people are being unfair and bad to you.

In the end, it is all about how you take it. If you pay much attention to the hatred, you won't be able to move forward and attain the heights.

Hatred eventually ends and it is the love that you get remains with you forever, without any fail.

These were my ideas. I was strong since the beginning. I knew that when we get love we are bound to receive hatred too. Hatred - I thought. I never knew it wasn't hatred but loathe that I would be getting.

I am here to achieve something. Make my dreams come true. To enjoy life. To be happy in what I am doing. No doubt, I have done it. But now.. It seems as if I can't take it anymore.

I feel like I used to when I was a teenager. My mom used to scold me and shout at me again and again when I thought that I had done nothing wrong, but she held me guilty. There are only a couple of differences now - Today, I know I haven't done anything to be held guilty of and the

feeling is ten times stronger than the teenage years.

Too much of anything is bad. Too much of hatred is the worst. It feels as if everything is running out of my hands now, just the way sand slips out of a closed fist. How long can I bottle up my sadness and hurt in a similar fist? How long can I be positive and pretend not to be hurt? How long can I sit back and see people throw those horrible words at me? The hurt and the sadness -

it is bound to slip away from the fist. I am bound to break down any time.

Sometimes, the comparison between the love and hatred I get is not enough to satisfy me. Sometimes, hatred really does win over love. Sometimes, things go very wrong and... They remain the same, always.

Kunwar Amarjeet Singh: Hurting

I came to win...to fly

I summoned every single bit of my remaining energy to muster that final jump which eluded me right now.

To conquer ...to rise

You can do it Amar... you can do it...

I repeated those words like an ill fated prayer as I took that final jump.

I came to win ...to survive

As I neared the ground I realized I was headed for a tumble.

To prosper...to fly

I hit the cruel tiled floors as I stayed down for a while hearing the remaining lyrics of the song.

I believe I can fly

I let the melody mock me.

It wouldn't be the first thing that ever mocked me would it...

I work hard at doing better.

I work hard every day.

Some days I don't feel like working at all.

The plain truth was that I am hurting...a lot.

All I thought of that moment was the reason why I was doing this.

Passion...passion for dance.

For my fans.

For me.

Then what happens when you finally run out of reasons?

Do you just give up or find more?

You know what hurts the most?

Finding out the very reason you work so hard, has a problem with your very existence...finding out that the people you love are in pain because of you and most of all searching and searching for the reasons they hate you .so much so, you don't seem to believe in yourself anymore.

I don't want to give up...I want to keep doing what I do because of the people who love me.

You know what hurts the most?

Finding the right motivation and realizing it might not be enough...realizing that nothing may ever be enough.

Vrushika Mehta: I am only human

When you receive so much love you are bound to receive a little hate.

That was what Palki ma'am had to say when I finally told her what was bothering me.

What am I doing?

Have you ever felt the need to question your every move, to make sure everything you say and do is correct and acceptable, to smile through your pain just so that you can look strong?

I grabbed on to the rag next to me and patted my forehead dry as I played the music again. I was determined to make sure that my every movement was perfect.

As the music started playing I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes.

As I moved along to the beats I thought of that feeling I got when I discovered that I was the brand new Sharon Rai Prakash.

It was pure bliss.

I opened my eyes as I looked at myself swaying to rhythms of each song with precision, a wave of confidence kicked in as I quickened my pace with the beats of the music.

I thought back to moments when I actually realized how difficult this was going to be and how much hard work I had put in to get it right.

My moves had become sharper and more aggressive.

Those sleepless nights, those late night shoots, those unyielding pains.

I recalled every single one of them.

I also recalled those unending gifts, those over the top appreciation and those fans whose sincere messages were engraved deep into my heart.

I loved every single one of them.

But no matter how much you try to ignore it, the hate stays.

Those personal attacks, those people who chose to defile my character over a television show and most importantly those people who try to convince me that I am worthless and almost succeed.

I wish... I can only wish that I couldn't remember them.

I finally had lost my balance and plopped to the ground as I bit back my lip and held the tears in.

I was just a normal girl trying to do the best I can but somehow it had become a spectacle for some people.

When you receive so much love you are bound to receive a little hate.

Sometimes, at the worst of nights, the hate becomes a little too much too handle and you only got that love to go by...

You just have to remain a little stronger each and every time you fall.

But like some people tend to forget... I am only human.

writer's note: Angel

res/unres

ANGEL AND SHREYA...A TIGHT 🤗...

this was needed...many people are bashing actors too...i also bashed but not actors...they are humans and they have their own life...we r no one to comment on their personal life...

i really loved this 3 OSs...awesomly written...

great post... 👏

awsum dear...
u have written every beautifully every one feelings..

I know I shouldn't be commenting here but reading the OneShots was well-written but the one pushed me to comment was the author's note :)

I completely agree with you.

Actors are Human Beings too.

I hate to say this but I have been a part of bashing too but hopefully I have put it to an end n really want it to remain the same.

- Snigdha.

Finally hope now
Other stop bashing

Originally posted by: _Chocolate_

I know I shouldn't be commenting here but reading the OneShots was well-written but the one pushed me to comment was the author's note :)

I completely agree with you.

Actors are Human Beings too.

I hate to say this but I have been a part of bashing too but hopefully I have put it to an end n really want it to remain the same.

- Snigdha.