Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

The Fear


I think we tend to put a lot of pressure on ourselves to find the one or someone. It kind of sucks. We try and find people we want to spend a lifetime with; but in all honest, I don’t even know what I want to eat for dinner tonight and I can’t decide between Bob’s Burgers or QI. How do I know what I want for the rest of my life?

People keep saying “you'll just know” but, I really don’t think that’s the case. Especially, these people who are either serial daters, or those who think they’re going to marry their childhood sweetheart. How do you know tomorrow that you wont get bored of his incessant babbling about the Man Utd match, or the way he shakes his knees when he’s sitting at the table for dinner? How could you possibly know that all the things that are sweet and congenial right now won’t be the most displeasing traits he possesses in just a matter of years?



What is truly frightening is giving yourself to someone. Giving all of you to someone for them to just leave you. Making all these memories, going to all these places, doing all these firsts with someone you can’t imagine yourself functioning adequately without, then in no time at all, they decide to leave you. What then? How do you recover from that? Surely, all those things would haunt you. Every time you go to those places how do you prevent all those, once so happy, memories surfacing? For me, it’s genuinely incomprehensible. I'm pretty sure it’s a large part of why being so involved with someone is a daunting concept for me.

I can’t imagine creating something supposedly magical with someone could later cause me to turn all those rose-tinted memories to black ash. How is it okay that something at one point in time could cause you to be the happiest person in the world, to then later cause you nothing but overwhelming pain?

It’s not that I don’t want someone to create amazing memories with; believe me I do, I just can not imagine that person knowing me and being the reason for my smile whilst simultaneously being the sole reason for my tears. How can you walk away from the person who knows you better than you know yourself?

I get why people do it. You grow. You change. You aren’t those teenagers who fell in loved when you were 15 anymore. You’ve both changed. Your goals aren’t compatible. You want different things. The list of reasons is never ending. It must be so devastating. It is possible to die of a broken heart. It is possible to break a heart string.


That’s what I’m really afraid of. No, not the dying. That, as Peter Pan stated “would be an awfully big adventure” but, the fact someone I LOVE could be the reason for my sadness. And from what I can see, heartbreak sounds like one of the deepest kind of sad. I don’t think I'm ready to surrender to the possibility.

Remember, I've never been in a relationship, so what do I know?!


Until next time, remember I've said it so it must be true....



Chantelle7

Friday, 13 November 2015

Diamonds really are a girls best friend...


Okay, please don't hurt me? History is not my area of strength. I love it. But I study law, so be kind please? 

Ever heard of the Kohinoor? Probably not. Neither had I really, until recently. 

Well, it’s a diamond. Not just a diamond, but a big one, worth £100 million. So, some might say it’s a bit of a big deal.



The word “Kohinoor” means “Mountain of Light” which is actually really pretty. But, according to historical documents it might not have been called this forever. Let me tell you the story of the diamond as I understand it:

The diamond is potentially 5000 years old, it was actually called the Syamantaka jewel as written in the Sanskrit scripts. It was said to have been mined in the Kollur mine in India during the 13th century. Apparently, the diamond was put in the eye of the Hindu goddess in the temple during the Kakatiya dynasty. There were invasions, a lot of people were killed and the diamond changed hands to the Khilji dynasty.

This isn’t just simply a diamond, apparently it’s cursed! (This story gets better and better right?) So, in 1306 the diamond was said to be cursed and the curse states that “He who owns this diamond will own the world, but will also know all its misfortunes. Only God, or a woman, can wear it with impunity.” (Personally, I think they decided it looked better on women, or a woman put the curve on the diamond because she though it would look pretty on women, magpie-syndrome?)

Of course, over time the diamond moved through the Raja’s successors, eventually falling into the hands of Babur who is the man accredited to establishing the Mughal Empire in 1526. Being such a proud man he named it “the Diamond of Babur” (modest, I know). Time went on and Shah Jahan, the man who ordered the construction of the Taj Mahal (because if you're the king, why not?) placed this massive rock on the infamous peacock throne. His son, clearly not his biggest fan, imprisoned him; and later went on to lose the stone and the throne as it was taken to Persia by Persian King Nadir Shah. He was the man who named it the Kahinoor in 1793 (it kinda stuck).



Shah was assassinated (not so surprising really, maybe it really is cursed) and the stone ended up going from the Emir of Afghanistan and into the hands of Ahmad Shah Durrani. He took it to the Maharaja Ranit Singh who took it in exchange to help Durrani claim back the Afghanistan throne. The Maharaja died in 1839. After the First Sikh War, where at the Battle of Sobraon the British defeated the Sikhs and marched to Lahore without further battles; the Treat of Lahore was signed in 1846. The treaty was signed by the 7-year-old Maharaja Duleep Singh, who was later anglicised when he was exiled to England. The Treaty of Lahore, and the subsequent Treaties of Amritsar and Bhyroval, all set out India’s reparations to the English.

So, as part of the terms of the treaty the diamond was given to the British, as well as and and money and the usual reparations (you know how it goes). The stone was given to Queen Victoria in a super elaborate event in Hyde park in 1850. Prince Albert was disappointed by it’s “dull” appearance and sent the 186 carat diamond to be cut. It was cut and ended up as its current size, just under 106 carats (a 49% reduction!). The Kohinoor was actually put into a tiara for the Queen a little later, a tiara with 2000 other diamonds and is from here on considered a crown jewel. It’s currently housed in the Tower of London along with the other crown jewels.



But the story isn’t just that of the diamond. It has to be realised this isn’t the first time the diamond has been requested to be given back to the original owners. In 1947, when India gained independence once again, they asked for the Kohinoor to be returned. This was denied and they followed up with a second request in 1953, the year of Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation. Again denied, Pakistan later joined in to assert its right to have the diamond back. Again, the British keep denying the diamond being given back to its homeland, for fear of opening floodgates for other requests.

India’s colonisation meant that there was a great gain for both cultures. There was a lot shared. At the same time, it could be said India did not gain as much as it gave. When the British came to India they gained armies, land, money, spices, language and there was a fair amount of fighting done within India. India asking for it back as part of cultural heritage does make sense. The diamond originates from India, and was passed through the hands of Indian rulers throughout so many periods of time. It came into the hands of the British, and as much historical association as it does have with Britain; it has undoubtedly distinct historical significance within India and the story of India’s history.

Much like Germany, with the anger towards the Treaty of Versailles, the Treaty of Lahore does stipulate particularly harsh terms. Also, to be agreed upon with the country’s ruler being so young, it seems a particularly harsh treaty. India allowed the British to come to their country, which had been successfully ruled by Indians, for them to then come and colonise the country. To not only take land, armies and money but to also demand a diamond said to be worth “the value of one day's food for all the people in the world" is a large demand.

I think both sides of the argument as to whether the diamond should be given back is so interesting. What do you think? Who has a right to state a claim? Where would you put it? Who would you give it to?

Oh, the Kohinoor also has a sister diamond called the Daria-i-Noor (which means "Sea of Light") which also came from the peacock throne. It's apparently part of a diamond which was much larger but got split into two. 



The other part of it is called the Noor-ul-Ain (which means "Light of the eye") these two are both part of the Iranian Crown Jewels. 



India had some serious bling back in the day. No wonder they'd like some of it back. 

Remember, respect everyone's views, there is no wrong or right really, and let's be honest we'd all give the diamond to ourselves because hello...£100 million? YES PLEASE....

Until next time....


Chantelle7



Tuesday, 1 September 2015

CH- CH- CH- CHANGES...


It’s weird how little things can change a person.

For the better and for the worst.

Some things are such positive changes. They make people so happy, they increase their confidence, they encourage others to make positive changes and they are so good for people’s health.

Other things can be incredibly negative.

So, recently a few of my friends have lost some weight.

Me; I never change, it’s sad, I could go to the gym everyday and still look the same. (Although, I did tone up over the summer and am currently a huge fan of my body in all my cute underwear.)

Anyway, so they’ve lost some weight. Some did it by cutting out certain food groups, and a few pretty much stopped eating. Now kids, I think you’re CRAZY if you think that you can loose weigh by eating the tiniest amounts of food and going on a mental diet.

By not eating you're putting so much strain on your body. You NEED to eat.

So, they’ve lost it however they did.

Some of them have taken it to their heads. Get over it. Don’t be proud of loosing weight by doing it in stupid ways. Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy for you because you seem happier but I will not support you loosing it by being a twat.

Also, remember; its very easy to spot girls who aren’t used to being called attractive. I'm not sure a lot of people, especially girls, are aware of how obvious it is when someone has changed and think they're more attractive. Because their confidence has increased they think they’re it, but this also means their insecurities are more obvious. It happens a lot when people have surgery, like a nose job, or get braces, but also when people lose weight.

So, if you have lost weight, don’t go on about it. Don’t talk about sizes. Don’t talk shit about your former body size. Don’t talk about these things CONSTANTLY. Obviously, comment on it when necessary but people aren’t particularly interested.

Don’t ever be ashamed of your former self either. Just accept it. You weren’t happy so you changed but do not be horrible to yourself. There are enough people in the world who will talk shit about you, so there’s no need to become one of those people.

The key is subtle confidence. If you can be confident then do it. Own it. Work it. You be you. But don’t be an ass-hat. If you treat people badly it reflects how truly insecure you are. So be happy, be brilliant, be you.

I'm so happy for all my friends who are happier with themselves now. I love you all to bits, no matter what you look like. But yay! PROUD OF YOU.


Until next time, remember I've said it so it must be true....

Chantelle7


Song of the post: Changes - David Bowie

Monday, 10 August 2015

Things I’d tell my first year self


Oh my gosh! Second year is ridiculously close. I'm actually insanely happy to be going back to uni. I feel lost without structure in my life, I don’t like not having to be places, I miss having things to do. I actually miss learning new things a LOT.

The more I reflect on first year the more I miss it. It's gone. I can’t get it back. But, I can learn from my mistakes. In all honesty I don’t regret ANYTHING from first year because at the time it's what I wanted, I enjoyed it and I soothe it all over in my head by calling it all BANTER.

But, here are some things I would tell my self a year ago:

Study hard. Make your life easier in the long run. Actually go to ALL your lectures and tutorials. I know Alan hates you, but I do genuinely think he’s secretly in love with you and when you get a first you’ll be glad he tortured you. Enjoy the times he picks on you when you’re definitely not listening because that’s the stuff that came up in the exam.

GO OUT. ALL THE TIME. Go to new places. Visit old places. Go to good places. The shitholes. Everywhere because there’s only so much time in the world and you’ll have a great time wherever you go. So go to more crappy fresher’s events, but maybe don’t get too shitfaced and miss lectures, because after all you did meet most of your best friends on your first official fresher night out.

Get to know a few promoters. Most of them are hot. Why not?

Go to more gigs. Its fun! It’s a break from the usual night out.

Uber everywhere. Always. It just makes sense.

Always take a road bottle. Night out essential.

If possible always have a bottle of vodka. You never know when you’ll randomly have a flat party. Or when you'll seriously need a drink. Life got pretty stressful sometimes....

Chill out more in a group. Have movie nights. It’s cute. How great does a pizza party sound?

Host more parties. Considering you refused to go to other people’s parties, throw your own. Also, when you do you have the most amazing time. Dictators birthdays, total winner!

Do not waste time on boys. They’ll come and go. Do not let other people be the reason you’re happy or sad. You’re at uni to meet people. But do not allow boys to be important. I mean you did pretty well, no serious attachment or upset but, just enjoy yourself. Flirt. Have fun! You won't be young forever.

Revise a little earlier. This has nothing to do with anything but your laziness. LAZY SHIT.

Jack has a really fun game on the Xbox so get him to show you that earlier. Maybe you won't be so rubbish at it if you have more practice? Hahahah, we can hope I guess......

Go out and dress up for cute dinners out. Its fun. Also you can take some super cute photos. INSTAGLAM, am I right? Also, photos to use for #tbt.

Do NOT rely on everyone else. People are flakes. Go out regardless of what everyone else are doing. Don’t let other people let you miss out.

As the great Miss Montana so accurately stated, "everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those day...."

P.S. Why was your room ALWAYS a mess? Get your shit together woman, mum isn’t there to clean up after you anymore!

P.P.S. Also maybe drop your laptop on the floor less….

I asked some of random people who have also done their first year, and here are their wise words:






















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INSERT NAME OF HUMAN YOU SHOULD NOT SLEEP WITH EVER EVER EVER. 

Until next time, remember I've said it so it must be true....

Chantelle7