Ode to Instagram

Published February 7, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo


The day starts with the beep of an alarm

Snooze the alarm and switch to Instagram.

So what was the post you last checked?

Scroll down till you find the red hearted.

It has been six hours since

And too many photos to examine.

So Shelly bought a red shoe

‘’Lets heart it cause it’s new’’.

OMG! Amy got the latest iphone

It’s true because the box is shown.

Tia bought some exquisite Chanel

Perhaps that’s what the hastags tell.

So many posts to see….

Oh it’s time for my morning selfie.

Nvm, yet

Still in bed….

I’ll just post my morning coffee

And later my #ootd.


#quoteoftheday what a start!

It nearly, nearly, nearly touched my heart.

Today is THURSDAY….. you know what that means

You’re under attack

with Thursdays throwback.

Just counteract

And post your own throwback!

One follow request…

I am totally on top of Everest.

Two unfollows!

Damn you bitches! Karma knows to deal my sorrows!

Home is where the new posts come

I’ll again like some.

He’s somewhat a photographer and this post is his art

The trees look beautiful….here (double tap) just take my heart.

‘Likes’ now is the new game of luck

Especially if you aren’t holding your starbucks.

All that glitters are surely gold

Thank the edits the secret lies untold.

Caleb and his everyday celebrity crush

Manages to post despite all his rush

                                                A picture says a thousand words

What need of hashtags? That’s so absurd.

Instagram defy it all

The very reason why you are installed.

My profile is described as me

Cool or uncool ‘’followers’’ mark the decree.

We say we don’t want be judged but we do it everyday.

Unintentionally or intentionally we don’t want to fade into gray.

Trying hard to fit in is now our motto

Along with words like swag and Y.O.L.O!

Not our fault though

Even saints had follows.

Imagine if Jesus had Instagram!

No blasphemy intended but visualize the swarm!

It’s all what we live and do

Rely on other’s view too.

Insta’gram’! In pictures you weigh our lives

And on it, I guess, we thrive.

‘’Simple living high thinking’’- said the sage

(LOL) but everyone wants to make it to the popular page!

Think high and live high

If not… you’re assumed dry.

Tomorrow is another brand new day

Monday or Friday there’s post for all days.

Post anything and keep calm

Ready and steady be the ”infinite I am”

because now YOU are instagram!


13 Reasons why you are not studying

Published January 27, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo

13 Reasons why you are not studying

After my ‘assumed’ success of my first article you guys gave me a ‘Go-For-it’ sign and suggested I should attempt these non-poetic stuffs more often, so here I am bored again and its midnight so what’s next? Am I to tell you what’s next? Next is your freaking exam! Be it next week or next month or next next next month or next year or even next life…every single one of us who can read this is bound under its sorcery and we not only become the victims of the traditional sacrifice of common sense but also continue it as our legacy simply because it is inevitable. Whatever the cons maybe, education has played a pivotal role in shaping humanity and we are who we are today because of it. Just because I said ‘’whatever the cons maybe’’ doesn’t mean I don’t wish I was a reincarnation of a parrot at times. Sometimes it is honestly depressing to not be able to concentrate on books and all that I can recall is what I was thinking after opening the books for five minutes! So if you’re in the same boat with me read on ……….. This article will not help you but if you still prefer to read it instead of reading your book… you’re always welcome….. or maybe I am making it worse



                                                                 So you do chose to read it the reason why you are not studying…..hmmm

  1. First and foremost is the internet and its wickedies . Facebook and twitter for example, you would actually want to stalk your friend if he/ she is studying  and end up being updated on who’s freshly single and who’s currently dating Or in depressing case update your own status /tweet and ask who is studying and why aren’t you being able to- hello! Facebook isn’t the book you should be studying.


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2. You love to chat, you love to talk and being hyper active has always been your forte and you think it’s ridiculous to study because you cannot chat with it. So I made little sense but what I meant was you become this in front of your book


And your reaction is


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3. You love to diss teachers and the reason why you attend your post-school necessity aka tuitions is because you still don’t want to obey your second teachers


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4.You are constantly distracted by your own hands. If your hand is autotelic  and reaches out for a remote or a cellphone whenever you open a book sorry to say you have an ‘idle hands’ syndrome.


 5. You are playing ‘candy crush’  like a barbarian who just discovered fire.



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And so like me if this is one major problem out of the 99 other major problems then you need to get a life.seriously.



6. You have too many social and virtual friends. You need to check your whatsapp /wechat/line frequenly because you’re in over 20 groups and pending thousand covos to read!




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7. Your imaginations unfurl at the wrong time ….let’s just say you have the ‘’fifth sense’’ like ESPN or something and its so flyImage


  1. Your imagination starts twerking you know… Valentines day is coming! Enough said as to why you aren’t studying . (oh that rhymed) 


 9. One primary reason why you cannot study is because you are plain STUPID. Sorry for breaking it out to you but your iq just wont process what you are reading


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 10. You are that ‘’snoozy’’ person you wish you weren’t , a lazy bum and you have posted them

And you actually like it and think it’s rewarding



Well it’s not and a sense of guilt hits you. You ought to mend your ways but then again procrastination comes along as the flower girl of the bride i.e laziness.

11. You’ve tried too many times to give two pence care but you just don’t care addaallll!!

And there’s the problem …..


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 12. You have this ridiculous habit of instagramming all that you do and besides not sparing the horror of selfies and foods, you have to take an instshot with a ‘’study mode on’’ and insta it to see who likes your studious look. Guilty? Noway is that your vote on exam prep.


 13. Lastly the most common problem of all… you decide to study with your friend/s because we were taught to believe that discussions are rewarding. Well… you end up discussing?


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 So now you just wasted your five minutes and if you can identify yourself in any one of the above mentioned points you know what to do…… I mean you figure out what to do. If not, do comment below the points I’ve missed and let me know. Adios get back to your books cuz you still can be a champion being an all-nighter


”We start it slow but we beat you in the finals”.

 All the best. Try and break it. Be a Samurai XD


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Thanks for reading

XO Regina.

What’s so special about Darjeeling Girls???

Published January 23, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo

I am dying of boredom and despite of having tons of business to mind about esp. my upcoming exams I choose to start doing something that I have never attempted before. Actually I have but very few of you know that I am/ was a freelance writer and I love writing but I am hardly passionate about (anything). My honesty won’t be the best policy it seems. Getting to the point, today is one of those days where you hardly care about anything and you just want to twist and turn and sought your way out of the life that hardly seems moving. I’ve been irregularly sharing my personal poems and thanks to around 20 followers who read it. Well, today I decided to actually write something non-poetic. I KNOW I KNOW! I’ve been writing about Darjeeling like gazillion times and if it was legit for you, my readers ,to shoot me every time I mention ‘Darjeeling’  I’d be a living crocs by now or perhaps dead. But the place is such, my hometown is such that it has bewitched me and I am nothing less than fascinated, so here again I choose to write about Darjeeling….wait! Don’t quit reading! I am here to write about Darjeeling ‘Girls’ get your interest stimulated.

It is so easy to identify a girl from Darjeeling even if you’re in a crowded market place five or five hundred thousand miles away from hometown and you’ll have no clue she is Indian. Hold your breath I am in no mood to sing praises because only donkeys do that neither am I going to mock because only bitches do that, I’ll simply state the truth with a little bit of exaggeration because I can do thatJ.

  • Darjeeling girls complain about ‘’tan’’ but when a third pair of eyes see them they’re remarked to have a wonderful (mostly) fair skin.


  • They’ve heard it once, they’ve heard it twice. How the hell can cheeks look like apples?

When you hear that people are complimenting your natural blush…. I hope and not the round or heart shaped face structure. :p .


  • And there are those times when that natural blush turns into a catastrophic situation in an extremely hot climate….siliguri for example and every single pair of eyes simply ogling at you
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And you’re like what are they THINKING?

  • When travelling beyond the realms of familiarity people start addressing you as Chinese, Japanese and everything non- Indian but pro- Asian ( okay that came out wrong, but you get it right?). Tired of explaining and tired of hearing the traumatic response …. You just play along!


  • People suddenly get so curious about you! I mean about your hair. ‘’So what shampoo do you use?’’ “Your straightened hair is fabulous!’’ “How did you curl your hair like that?’’. Oh I use kalo saboon and everything in my hair is au naturale… even if it is not.. So what? The secret of the hills are not meant to be shared.


  • The ones who are above 5ft 3 inches are considered tall. Not just tall in D-town they are considered lucky and every tall girl has her air hostess or modeling dream achieved. Rest of us…..well sigh. I was reading Paradise Lost book one and I wondered if the dwarfs of the Himalayas was referred to us  :/ oh nvm didn’t mean to depress you. If you are above 5 ft you’re okay and if not… the secret why Darjeeling girls wear heels –revealed.


  •  You go on a first date :- climax is…..


  • Nevermind any of the above things mentioned. Don’t you think Darjeeling people in general  are ferociously talented? There is nothing called mediocre here. You can dance so captivatingly or even sing putting nightingale to shame (told you I would exaggerate)  and be a metal head rocking the Chowrasta festival or leisurely serenading on your guitar ? Often being the subject of envy of others. No offence but  I know you agree.


  • So I drifted a bit from my topic…. Where we we? Ahh yes. Why are Darjeeling girls special?  They say three W’s of Darjeeling aren’t to be trusted ‘’WEATHER,WINE and WOMEN’’  I guess a loser said that because the ‘weather’ of D- town though unpredictable is enigmatic and phenomenal because everything that is predictable is boring. ‘Wine’ well about that I do not fairly know much because we drink wine that is imported along with the rest of the world so I don’t know why Darjeeling’s wine in particular is not to be trusted? As long as it is not ‘Raksee’ they were referring to, my point seems valid enough. And ‘Women’… now what do I need to fathom or justify as I know a loser made that up? The letter ‘D’ itself define a woman of Darjeeling – Desirable yet Dignified.


  • Though referred to as a small town girl, do not mess with her, do not underestimate her and do not provoke her. Reasons?


  • Sometimes a misfit but definitely not a loner. Darjeeling girls are cheerful, pretty and nice though I cannot say that for some psychopaths , like every case here too lies an exception. Hey! I was just kidding. Daughters of the queen irrespective of all social evils that envelops our country are to be respected no matter how different or unlike we look. We are Indians nevertheless and have pledged the same National pledge calling ourselves as an ‘INDIAN’ . Darjeeling girls and people in general are special and feel special no matter what the circumstances are because we are one of the reason  why India is known as a ‘Diverse and multi-cultural’ nation.


And you make all the difference. 🙂

So it took me two complete hours to write this and I hope I made you smile and made you feel special. This is a locally based article(as if you couldn’t figure -_- ) so let me know if you liked it or hated it and give me your opinion if I should do these non-poetical  stuffs more often and I believe I missed a lot of points so do share your idea below. Thanks. Love you if you read this far Xo
I know the title is sexist…..but that is how i got you to read all of this 😀
– Regina Gurung

ON Having a Hair-Cut

Published December 24, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo


I couldn’t change my life

So I cut my hair….

Resulting to odd moments who’s the man and who’s the wife?

I still cut it all out and was credited with weird stares.

                                                   A girl should have her ‘‘ornamental’’ hair-LONG!

I had it and it was blonde.

They say gentlemen’s prefer it….

Oh right! So did King-Kong!

I wore blue contacts too

Blue eyed blonde guess who?

A girl and Darjeeling her location

A not so typical yet typical victim of westernization!

Yes monkeys fell not so hard to tell

A trashy blonde and a fake blue eyed

Cut her hair and the superficiality died.

The fake colored hair with split ends

Who’d want that except fake friends and boyfriends?

Blue Barbie lenses overshadowing my natural brown

Walking in heels all over the town.

Oh! That was so me

And now tis Miley.

Except she’s cut her hair,

Poor soul under speculation and glare!

People don’t know

How much a girl has to think to and fro

-her life changing decision

About her hairs division!

                                                                   Hair-cuts equals to the body-cuts.

Guts my dear girlies, guts.

If fairly done, won’t hurt

If badly done no cute guys near to flirt.

If like me you used a razor!

Bravo girl join the club of (not necessarily a fundraiser)

Don’t mean to imply on local politic

Sincerely not my topic.

My hair! Who’d thought I’d ever look like this?

My long long fake blonde I sometimes miss.

When I cut my hair…

A part of me did care.

But it’s over and it’s gone,

So what even if it is all wrong?

The best part is being you.

Living your life anew.

It takes courage to live ‘’Aloud’’

It takes more to love yourself and be proud.

Beware of the girl who cuts her hair

She’s killed her past and is becoming a new debonair.

Her story will unfurl as the girl who cut her hair.

Haters be like- bitch please! You shaved your head!

Yes I did. Can you do it instead?

People be like- why’d you do it?

I hate to answer a stone-age question

But here’s it-

I couldn’t change my life so I cut my hair.

More people be like- has it changed the mess?

Damn! Nerve-wreckers mind your own business!

–         Regina Gurung

(A satire written on todays

Superficiality based on my opinion.

There is no reference to anyone

in particular.

If you feel so then it is a

sheer co-incidence

so do not take

It personally. This is a poem

About me in a satirical way and

Is not intended to hurt anyone. I am not saying

I’m great or anything but please don’t make

Me a victim of plagiarism, I already have been.)



P: s- if you liked it enjoyed it or hated it leave a comment below and let me know 😉 


Published October 15, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo



A reality has shot my mind

The truth, that we are all blind,

We only see all that is shown

We know no more than what is known,

Having two eyes…………

Neither makes us efficient nor wise.

Had we only one eye

What difference ? Only the same thing and the same lie.

What is the use of having two

When the old things are nothing new.

Shut one eye and open the other

Open both the eyes you see nothing another!

Oh we! The human-kind

All so privileged yet so blind!

What difference between us and the savage?

What positive advantage of our privilege?

As to reap is to sow

…as one eye to see the other to know.

Open the eyes that is not just in your face

Open the eyes that belong to the human race.

Reap and sow

See and know.

The value of our eyes is beyond than to just see .

Know the bonds manifesting mortals and eternity. 


Published July 16, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo

ImageThey say the spirit and the body makes a man whole…

But what if I want to be free and live my soul?

What if the beautiful things are not seen

What if there’s an exceeding unknown beauty within?

What if the living so called is not living but dead…

And dead rather awake.

The soul lives and the body lives,

The body dies but the soul still lives.

What is anything divine…beyond creation?

When everything is an assumed illusion?.

Dust am I to Dust I return

But I am a soul…where do I belong?

The Earth and the Paradise

Have been shuffled by the wise.

The attributes of a man and all those courage

God himself said was made in his image…

If literally , was that his goal?

To make a man physical with a soul?

Why couldn’t He make or remake

A wind like soul widely awake…

Like invisible seasons coming and going

Not leaving us wondering but rather a feeling.

That way Adam and Eve would’ve no fall

No sin, no lust, nothing corporal.

No fever and no fret

But only the serene God’s breath.

No face to judge, no physical fall

Graceful and living, yet invisible.

Jesus wouldn’t had to be betrayed

Lord Buddha, at home could’ve stayed.

There would be no blood nor murder

Nor anything amiss the shatter.

Distance wouldn’t matter for nothing would be far

Nor could the physical eye witness the horror of the war.

Living body-less

Even Devil couldn’t possess,

No treachery, no lies nor good-byes

No hollow meaning that we are born to die.

But life half-imagined

Is fully challenged.

The superior voice decides

And we mortals do abide…

The body and the soul

As the holy communion is one whole…

For body is it’s own heaven

And in the death of which we find salvation.



Published July 1, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo


The grey walls I am writing about,

A cemented block and of course the color grey….

A gloomy color no doubt

But not a tragic story to say.

You can be familiar

With the same faded memories,

Life of difference yet so similar

For even inanimate things have histories.

I am not talking about the past, for all it brings is plague

Nor of the people remarkable or hardly remembered

But those long-gone days so precious and vague

Of tales forgotten the service rendered and non –living life treasured.

The look on your face—-

The confused look that my lines seem a riddle

Not and clear defy time and space

The grey walls I am talking about just recall….

Years ago add or divide the ten

A privileged eyes to enter the magnificent gate

The same hands holding a beloved now holds a pen

Recall those days and count backwards till date.

You and I share the same story

maybe not the same memory.

The days of innocence-yes my topic

A young old grey walls a total nostalgic.

A cartoon bag did you have it too?

Being so tidy just to be untidy

Did you realize we are the privileged few?

To be loved when returned with a bruised knee.

The colors painted the gray classroom

Just to match the new souls so bright

Ravages of time we couldn’t half assume

The gray walls turned bright or bright souls gone white….

Imagination too painted the grey classroom

The question why my blackboard was green

One loving matron coming to broom

The dirty floors magically clean.

The cruel mates who stole the favorite toy

Pencils and sharpeners the latest accessory.

Homeworks would hardly annoy…

as Teachersto tell our favorite story.

Where are those days now?

Could the cycle of life or the parallel universe get it  back?

Gone are those days and facing it with ignorant How’s!

Today, yesterday’s tomorrow goes back to black.

Many words,lyrics and poems emerge

Of memories,childhood etc by the greatest poets.

I, a no-one yet, writing a dirge

Not of the dying year but of the dead walls and chalk baskets.

When the world itself chooses to lose it’s value

Or a woman herself willing to give up her virtue

On what absurd subject could my poem be ranked?

…when I simply want to Thank the un-Thanked.

–         The grey walls that I recall

–         The greatest friends I’ve made

–         The place where I learnt my prayers

–         And also to tie a shoe lace

–         The stories that you and I can share

–         -the place where I learnt to love and care

–         The unthanked walls still there…………….

XO Regina.


Published June 17, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo

The twisted roads and the high cliffs,

The blue sky kisses the mountains stiff.

From a distant afar the green or the blue

(I do not know the colour to describe that hue)

The colour of the emerald embedded hunchback

That dawns with blue, reigns in green till swallowed by the power of black.

Or could it be the angels mirth

To carve Heaven in the womb of the Mother Earth?


The beauty of the hills to see

Is such another ecstasy!

The hypnosis of the fair to know

The allurement starting from the sky and ending on tea gardens below.

The joy of nature plays in the eye

When trees begin to ‘illusionise’ in contrast to the sky.

When over the crown shines the golden fire

From Heaven looks like topaz shining above sapphire.

When Eos arise to mark another day,

One can hardly know the difference in May.

Four different seasons in the course of calendar

To this beautiful hills do the weather surrender,

Could it be summer without a heat

Or a winter with it?

Could it be the rainfall accompanying the spring?

Oh! The mysteries of a beautiful Darjeeling.


When the chaos of Heaven’s pour down transparent blood

From within the windows do people hear the heavenly sod.

Who knew the battles of the invisibles could be cheated

When God himself uses the lightning against the undefeated.

The heavenly blood pours down

In the closest realm of the crown.

The skiey battlefield gets cleared

And mortals and subjects arise no more feared.

With the mortal eye look at the queen!

Shining in glory as though it was her victorious win!!!

She stands tall and proud

The mountains behind are her enemies shroud.

She stands distinct from the rest

As she is the blue-blood of magnificent Everest !


When the Golden object reaches the west

Had it’s authority nearly under arrest

The tired fire is the brightest thing

To see in the surreal evening.

The clouds are golden and so is Heaven

The evening blessed by the beauty of color seven.

The crimson light from the golden overflows

And to the plains,the hills, the mountain’s bestows

Arm in arm do they unite

To bid goodbye and welcome the night.

To break the friendship of Heaven and Earth who dares?

For they preach love and beauty are greatest when shared.


The tiny stars appear

In the sky and hills as though a reflection in the mirror

The darkness cannot consume Darjeeling

For in this town the stars share it’s siblings.

Tokyo,New York or London

Could ever witness this phenomenon.

This small town of love and affection

Couldn’t be defined less than Heaven’s reflection.

If you ask me how am I sure of this?

An atmosphere likely of Angel’s kiss?

I would not be able to tell so well

As to who else would believe in a fairytale?


When God said ‘’let there be light!’’

It turned out to be the morning, evening and the night.

All the shades between black and white

Have found its glory in my curvy heights.

What magic used in ‘’thunder, lightning or the rain’’

Or what song inspired Keats to write a Nightingale?

The best of what is known is unknown

Everything is greater than what it’s shown.

‘’….. unheard melodies are sweeter’’

And adding colours, music and hues to the picture,what we imagine is,but, half a rapture.


Come by a region where nature sings

Of people,place,tress and buildings.

The chiming clock and the bells fine ringing

You feel the place and it is Darjeeling.

The icy wind could caress your senses

And make your experience more intense.

Like the first page of the first book you ever read

Highly likely a kingdom where a Princess and a Prince would wed.

Come by a kingdom that you should see

And be amazed to find it in a democracy.

Come by to figure the warmth of the cold

And hear the stories never told.

It could be the angel’s mirth

Creating Darjeeling in the womb of the Mother Earth.

The uncorrupted serenity

Could be easily mistaken for eternity

But it is no Heaven

For Heaven is impossible to describe with a pen..

What could it be then?


The wisest would try to solve

The mysteries of love and why the Earth revolves.

As for a native like me

It is more than a realm producing tea and more than what you see.

It is not about what drives on wheels

But more about what this place makes me feel,

It is not about what to solve

But more about falling in love,

It is not about a religion or a song

But knowing where I belong.

It is all about what is real

And my Queen stands imperial,

With prisoners in forest chains

And divine blood running through her vein.

With the brightest aura and the strangest architect

She blissfully nurtures all her subjects.

I wouldn’t trade my ‘this-moment’s-feeling’

So heavenly and blissful given by Darjeeling.

She is the queen and I am the daughter

Her name and my name is pretty much not ‘’writ on water’’


ImageRegina gurung


Much little of everything

Published June 17, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo

           I am starting a blog today and I am aware that I am just one of the numbers in this virtual world of blogging. NOTHING SPECIAL.

        If the synonym of ‘mess’ can be ‘combination’ then I fit into the word, EXACTLY. You will see me as a messed up girl, very pessimistic at times and in an hour i am a jolly optimistic all ready to go out with friends. I wonder who’s in control of Me, Myself and My existence? If I were to control myself by myself (as some typical quotations preach) then I wonder what’s the tough and the tricky part where I am completely clueless and oblivious. Anyway I am talking to you ATM if you exist anyway cause now again I wonder if ‘’talking to the walls’’ is actually a true statement (referring to facebook wall, just saying it in brackets if my words fall short of wits).

       I am not a de facto writer. I am more of a desperate artist, literally sensitive but lacking a clear cut passion. If reading and writing are complimentary then I am a disparage to this notion…..i am not much of a reader but more of a writer and much more of a poet. In anyway I have not been in harmony with stratas of my self – discovery programme.

            I was postponing my idea of opening a blog because I was looking for my passion and inspiration….and as a confused mess I had to ask my friends and acquaintances in regard to the subject that I should confine my virtual boundary. I got answers like ‘’fashion’’ ‘’poetry’’ ‘’traditions’’ etc and honestly I am just average in everything and to ‘stand-out’ is the law of social excellence right? So I decided to bunk the idea as I saw people I know coming up with great blogs in their respective field of merit and arête.

               Then some kind of realization dawned on me- I have to be myself and express the way I am TODAY. No not tomorrow, not next week or next month. We fear the ‘today’s’ and ‘tomorrow’ feels safe because we don’t have to make any decisions. This thought made TODAY my inspiration For some people I am an ace in the dozen and for some I am just flawed. This link in your toolbar opened today is a ‘’half-empty half-full’’ perception. You can read/unread my blog as nothing or you can assume it as everything, a much ado about nothing or a little about everything.

                                               WELCOME to my blog

                                World Wide Web- to communicate and associate. Image