#thapad

[aahanna]

Cr- (insta) @/girlsbuzzindia

[j0shuasw1fey]

yeh toh muh par thapad ke equivalent tha

[slicedblackolives]

Omg for the picky eating thing - my dad does the same thing 😐😐 we live in the US and he acts so weird abt eating food that’s not Indian, even when going on trips. Yet he calls me a picky eater for not liking 2 vegetables 😐

indian boomers who will not touch 99.9% of world cuisines, any form of meat, eggs 3/7 days a week, meals from any restaurant that isn't pure vegetarian or sarvanna bhavan, and will take pressure cookers on vacations because they can't consume food that isn't exactly cooked to their palate for even one weekend, about their children who refuse to eat karela: arre itne spoiled ho hum ko jo milta tha khushi khushi khate the meri hi galti hai Maine thapad nahi maara tumhe bachpan mein

[yehuserdumbhai]

Jaagi jaagi soyi na main saari raat,

Tere liye

Bheegi bheegi palkein meri udaas,

Tere liye

Akhiyan bichayi maine,

Tere liye

Duniya bhulayi maine,

Tere liye

Tere liye

🫀🤌✨

Crush ko bheja ye song abhi,lodu ko ab bhi hint nhi mila to ghr jaake thapad maarke aaungi🗿♿

[bollywood-actors]

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[starburns]

one time i heard the phrase "pro marna" like 'proposing' (meaning around here as confessing a crush) and i think thats when everything went wrong

[inlovewithfictionalbeings]

Me to me: Thapad khayega ek?? Pagal insan!!! Sudhar ja abhi bhi time hai bewakoof!!

Not me laughing at this still for past 15 mins!

[elif-ants]

"mere hobbies hai... chocolate khana! ladko ko thapad marna!"

same anjali, same.

[space-cowboy-po]

Tujhe dekha toh ye jana sanaam thapad marne ka hota hai munn

[lubdubsworld]

Personal / Rant.

tw : physical abuse

I’ve been thinking of people who fall in love with the wrong person. 

As in a person who will not return your feelings or even if they do, it isn’t as much as you feel for them. 

When I was in high school, I was ...to be honestly, borderline obsessed with a guy in my class. He was your typical rich kid, except he wasn’t rude or arrogant. A very smart guy, good looking, good at sports...the works. We started dating when i was around fifteen and dated for about two years. 

Looking back...it was such an unhealthy imbalanced relationship. He was perfect on the outside, but in private , i spent every second of every day trying to prove to him that i loved him. ‘ Do you even love me?’ was a phrase he used to use on me so often, so much so that i began to doubt myself. I began thinking that the only way to show you love someone is by doing everything they ask you to. I had a terrible relationship with my father back then and i was desperate for this guy, Let’s call him K, to like me.

K understood early on that I was starved for affection , so he drowned me with it on occasion and then began to withhold it as ‘ punishment ‘. Silent treatments, ghosting, ignoring me if i didn’t do exactly as he said. Worse still, he convinced me that was the way love worked. You do the right thing you get loved, you make a mistake you don’t get love. 

It took him punching me in the jaw so hard, I split my lip , for me to wake up. 

I talked recently about watching an Indian movie called ‘ Thapad’ which is about a women wanting a divorce because her husband slaps her. There’s this dialogue she uses there, “ It’s like with that one hit... I saw everything that I’d been ignoring and setting aside.”

Something like that didn’t happen to me actually. Sometimes one hit isn’t enough to knock sense into you because you’re just too broken to understand that you deserve better. And the worse thing is women like this, women with such self esteem issues, they don’t stand out. Like if you looked at me back then, the way I carried myself, you’d never guess that i was in an abusive relationship. 

i was vibrant and charming and I would be up there on the stage at every single school festival, with a microphone because i loved being the MC. I was so good at it, so prolific with my words, just so in control...you know.? I have these memories of being the one announcing all these awards for my boyfriend and the giddy pleasure of being admired, of being envied by your peers, it can be so addicting, it blinds you to everything thats glaringly wrong. 

Even back then, at fifteen I was writing for my school magazines and taking part in competitions. I had met a lot of women , both my age and older and I put on this front that I was a staunch believer in being just as good as boys. ( Remember this was fifteen years ago , feminism wasn’t really a thing and neither was social media ) and i would sit around with these girls my age, and talk about never putting up with mistreatment but deep down I knew that it was all a lie. 

I was putting up with it. I didn’t know how to stop. Worse, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to stop. 

It’s shameful to admit but even after he hit me ( something he never got punished for by the way. I couldn’t go to school for ten days because of how swollen my jaw was but he didn’t get so much as a reprimand ) , I kept making excuses in my head that maybe, just maybe it wasn’t  so  bad..... i mean... he was a guy and men have shorter fuses right? Like they get angry easily and he had apologized.... so...

Thank fully I had a brother who was just not having any of it. He made it clear that he would break every bone in the guy’s body if he came near me and my ex boyfriend took the warning seriously because my brother was twenty five and in the army. Also we were almost at the end of High School and we got into different colleges so he just disappeared from my life. 

But looking back, I can’t help but wonder why it was so hard to leave. I keep thinking.... what was it that made me think that I couldn’t do better? 

It was probably a lot of things. i didn’t want to admit that i had been such a bad judge of character. Didn’t want to admit I’d wasted two years on the wrong guy. Didn’t want to be the one to say that K was a horrible person when everyone thought he was great.... Didn’t want that illusion of perfection to break. 

In my fic called the Perfect husband , the oc stays with Jungkook even though he hits her. He does truly heinous things to her but she sticks around because she’s in love. i remember how cathartic it was to write that out. 

In Areum in that fic i found a friend who understood that yes, sometimes your idea of love gets so skewed you forget that you deserve better.....( Man the amount of hate I got for that fic was insane lol ) But yes, what I’m trying to say is that, people like me...or fifteen year old me.... they need to learn their own way out. 

You can say all sorts of crappy, judgmental , terribly sanctimonious stuff to people in abusive relationships. You can look at them as weak, or foolish and i think some people even feel better about themselves, seeing others make poor choices. But if you can’t understand why people stay in abusive relationships, if you can’t understand why people don’t just leave and start a new life somewhere....then consider yourself lucky . 

Because it doesn’t feel good, knowing why. 

[with-love-anu]

Thapad se dar nahi lagta saheb, results se lagta hai

[pinnacle-pixel]

I have the urge to kill my neighbours I am hearing the song 'ishq wala love' for fucking 6th time, if they don't stop i will give them thapad wala slap!

[studioalegrar]

Client - Vikram Thapad Type - Row-houses Built-up - 1390 sq.ft Location - Pusad District No.of Floors - G + 1 Status-Upcoming

[thepotboiler]

Chapter 14

The Pao Bhaji

I always feared a fight with her.

Thank fully the reason changed, as we both started understanding each other.

The reason: With every fight the thing that was common, she wanted to end our relation.

It made me feel like I meant nothing to her. Never could understand that point. I knew she never meant it but her anger was something that actually made me fear her mood swings.

The night we had a fight the same thing happened but something that hurt me more was something that made me feel that maybe this was a mistake for both.

She surely was one popular girl in college. She with many friends, both in boys and girls, I who only had her. The day she had a breakup she actually had a long list of boys waiting for her but they all had a heart break hearing about me. That didn’t deteriorate their trials to get her.

Texting was common from boys was common but trust was something that was stringer between us then love maybe. She never replying to unimportant messages and telling each and everything happening.

I actually liked the way that she told me about each and every thing that happened, till she was angry.

Then each lucky guy who used to text her would be getting a reply. Something that actually made that trust shake a bit. The same thing happened that night, with her replying to a guy who had directly proposed her earlier. Making me jealous angrier and don’t know what else.

Next day she had a date in college and I was on leave that day. She actually had fixed a time with a college friend of her's last night which she told me in the morning. I couldn’t understand that time what just happened, the only thing that I said to her “It’s your life, I don’t own you”.

Came the afternoon, it was 3 pm and her time to be on her way towards her home. That day was numb for me as I couldn’t even understand how I am gona survive the day forget the night.

My phone flashed “ Ni, milli mai us se”(I didn’t meet him). A long sigh left my mouth, my heartfelt so relieved.

I was so happy that I just wanted to see her. I asked her and went to pick her up. It was our first trip in our home town and we used to live in Ghaziabad. If anyone of you knows the place you will understand. The trip in our hometown was something we actually never did again after that.

We were the only couple in the restaurant. We had Pao Bhaji that day, with her eating and I watching her. She actually had not eaten whole day. Well it made two of us. That moment actually has a different value in my heart. However lame the thought was, it made me think that after we officially are together I want to have this moment again.

Pao bhaji never tasted so good.

That was the day a message from her flashed on my screen that woulf make me laugh, cry miss her all at same time.

“agr agli br mai breakup ke liye khu na to do thapad mar kr gale lga lena”(If I ever ask for breakup again, slap me twice and hug me)

The story continues……