Sayat.me

My experience with SAYAT.ME

Hello, people. Stranger is here with a new experience of Sayat.me.

I think everyone reading this blog have used this app or right now using this application or website.

Firstly, I was in against of this app. Secondly, I avoided it. Thirdly, I laughed on those people who have used this app and-and fourthly, I took an experience of this app so that I can express it better.

So, what SAYAT.ME is? 

Sayat.me is a free service which enables you to gather sincere and honest feedback from people you know or give feedback to others. Create your personal feedback URL and spread it via Facebook and Twitter to your friends and colleagues so, that they can give you anonymous feedback. Haha, honest and sincere reviews annonymously, it sounds too weird. Do we really have honest and sincere people to give their honest reviews and if we have why we need them to review us anonymously?

An application or website which provides a platform for the people who want to say, deliver or express something but they fear of people, they afraid of what other will say, they are frightened of other’s judgment and anyone can use it to say the things they actually mean it but actually don’t mean it. There is a small area or error between both where these people belong to. 

They say, now you can find out what other people think about. Do we really need to think about what other people think? Yes, in some sort of. No, in the other remaining. Over dependency on the people changes with our position and situation in life or better I can say our need of people in life.

When I was seeing people who were using this I felt like why they need it. Why we need a platform to say something and that too anonymously. Like hell, now we need a platform to confess our things anonymously. The company got the neck of our generation; which is fear and lack of guts. 

And most of the people who used this app when got the reviews they took the screen shots of it and posted it on Instagram, facebook, snap chat and blah blah… asking everyone to message them and open their identities.

If they wanted to open their identity why they used SAYAT and made themselves anonymous for you??? Or you are the same student of every class who always be there on the crime scene and swears that “I will not tell anyone” and then go to the principal’s office and vomit the whole scenario?

What actually SAYAT.ME is providing?

If you are trying to be smart and thinking like dude everyone knows about SAYAT.ME, let me tell you one thing, it’s not the platform they are providing. They are actually making you bind in your comfort level and giving you the opportunity to say anything you want to say and you can say anything which you can’t say on the person’s face. It actually makes you a loser and coward and they are introducing so many.

So, the tagline of SAYAT.ME should be…” If you don’t have guts to say it on my face, do SAYAT.ME”

I haven’t posted a single review about any of the SAYAT users because I feel like a looser. Am I so wrong that I need to be anonymous to say the right thing? 

I don’t need to be a coward and hide my name before showing my feelings, telling my views and expressing my idea about something. Actually, we don’t need SAYAT but we do because we all are coward, we all are frightened of others and moreover, we are afraid of our thought, other’s judgment is a far cry.

So it was all about SAYAT.

Thanks for reading.

Now it’s time to give the answers of the comments or better I can say the SAYAT reviews, i.e. anonymous reviews. One of my friends adorned the answer box with abusing words and then asked me if I want more. Probably, it was their eagerness about how frequently I posted the SAYAT stories and if it was not and their personal feeling then dude thanks, I indeed appreciate you because words are like the mirror they reflect your personality and you don’t have one.

And a girl lost her temper after going through so many of my SAYAT stories. So, it’s humble sorry to you anonymous.
One called me his/her best friend and then asked me to f*ck off. Well, I don’t know you so how can I f*ck off.
The last one is for my EX who thinks I left her. So, first of all, you can’t be anonymous to me. You can’t be hidden from somebody in whom a part of your memories lives in. Secondly, it doesn’t matter what I think or says because my words don’t matter to you.

And at last thanks to everyone who thinks or feel like I am a good person. Lots of love to all of you.

Thank

Don’t SAYAT.ME but say at me.

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Yet I am confused

Hello, people. The stranger is here with a confused, a bit strange and a bit weird blog.
It started when I was in 6th. For the first time, I have made a science model.
Most of you guys judged me with my first sentence that how normal I am talking everyone could have done this. Yes, you all are right. There was a science model presentation for which my project didn’t get the appreciation either. I was supposed to be sad and I was. For a kid like me who rarely talk with people, it was quite unbearable but there was someone who was standing like a monolith. Who supported me through whole my journey. He was my dad. That day he told me one thing I remember the exact, it was, ‘we never fail son, we only win or get experience’. It was very deep thought for the kid studying in 6th standard. For the time, I managed to run through the time. The very next year again the competition held again my model was not selected but this time it was like normal for me to understand that there are so many people who stand above your life. Quite demotivating line but ok for the situation. Next year, again I created a model and as the last two years the thing I got was the failure but this I weren’t motivated nor demotivated, I just evolved myself that where the model is lacking. There is something which always leads me to the failure and what I found was shocking.
I failed every time because the thing I created was unique, it was enormous, complex for people and clearly not something mere. So, next time when I started working on a new project I tried to make it simple and as per the normal guidelines created by our respected freaking teachers but this time I was out from the competition because the category in which I was presenting the project was not the part of competition anymore. It took me four years to understand why I have got failed every time.
In 10th, finally, I got a chance to present my project from my school. In this attempt, I reached the maximum level of competition which was the national level science competition and secured the 2nd position there. I could be the first but there was an issue I can’t tell you right now.
If you are reached here, probably, you were thinking why this guy is spreading shit about his life. So, here I tell you my point. It took me 4 years and more to decide and clarify that I belong to the science stream. Science is my passion. I love to create, believe in practical. Yes, I do it today also. With average grades, I passed my 12th and opt for mechanical engineering.
In between those two years of life. I changed completely. A lot of stuff I have gone through. As a normal, I faced almost every situation sometimes softly sometimes hardly but it changed me again. It took me four years to select my loving stream and in 2years I got a new thing to be in. It was management and literature. I started taking part in and as managing body in events, curricular etc. I started reading novels. It was a new thing for me and I was enjoying it. As I reached the second stage I needed to decide for the next step. Which carrier do I choose? Should I prepare for GATE, CAT, GRE, GMAT, IES, etc. or should I do the thing I love the most? Again I needed to discriminate between two things management and literature.
Options always make your life simpler but in my case I want it to be précised and clear. I don’t like options but life always creates. Not everyone gets options in life. Not everyone gets an opportunity to choose what they want to do.
But it’s always difficult to choose between your priorities where you love two things the same.
And yet I am confused.

SEXISM

And after this post may be so many of you will going to unfollow me. A lot of women societies going to kill me with their feministic thoughts. But it will not stop me to deliver this because I want all of you to read this.

Today is international women’s day. Most of the TV channels are talking about the late stones made by women. The great Rani Lakshmi bai and other will be tuned for the whole week.

You have started getting so many messages praising girls and women. How they created stones and with each and every running day they make new mile stones. It’s really good to praise them and I believe in one thing that women are superior to men and I am the guy who always respects and I do it often without obliging to gender. 

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE a hot woman, hot women, even better. But the attractive thing is their confidence, their intelligence, their spirit. Just as much as their physical appearance. I have so much admiration and respect for so many women that have achieved so many things that I do take it personally when I think that someone would look down on them, or be derogatory just because of their gender. But sometimes I think either I am wrong or the world because every time when I feel like women are superior people came with the slogans elucidating praises and celebrating them as awards, inspiring them and there is a lot but I know only few will read it fully. Then also I improvise my mind and tell him that they are on the losing side but how? After all, they are superior. They are talented, they are powerful, they do have opportunities and sometimes I feel like they have more opportunities! May be I am wrong. May be the people praising them at the level of eternity are also the part of the “casual sexism” without knowing them that they are. It is not about praising or improvising them. This thing really proves that we respect them. But it doesn’t say we do because the incidences like NIRBHAYA CASE and BENGALURU MOLESTATION CASE and there is a plenty list which shows that we don’t respect them. Here, I conclude, it was done by five and or four or in some cases 10 men, in every case, they were drunk and illiterate but there are thousands and millions of literate men live in our country no one cares about. These things are not about praising women or bitching them or judging them wrong or telling them about clothes and all. It is about how do we think and now as I came on think, first of all wish you a very blessed international women’s day. And now think for once if you know about any date of men’s day. I guess most of you will come with a “no” except few and those who Google it. This is sexism.

There is nothing casual about sexism. It often happens, I know it’s the mistake of illiterate people but those who call themselves a literate one are also the one who praise sexism. All I want to say is there is no difference in a son and a daughter and if there is nothing we should treat everyone equally. Don’t’ be the part of sexism.   

I write this article knowing it’s likely not everyone will agree, but I believe that sexism is in danger of becoming ’socially acceptable’ and it should not be!                                     

Udit Gour

Colors of life

Hey guys, after a long span of time stranger is here with a new poem “COlORS of LIFE” 

Looking at the sky wishing for my angel I scorched my eyes by the tensed light of the sun…

When I woke I found myself tangled in the blue,

In the dearth of joy, I started looking for the red love…

No green in the life but behaving like the dove…

Engraving for the food 

I found Black and got banished for forbidden fruit…

Shaping the path again, I fall down to the earth. 

Kissed the dust and felt the gray…rising up after the failure I found the indigo.

It filled me with the zeal and powered me to let my falls go.. . .

While trying to fly, the shine bleached my eyes often. . .

But as the cloud appeared the darkness of shadow made it soften. 

Like the yellow, they supported me in my rise… 

Like a drastic thought of solitude, never to materialize.”

Description: It is a story of a bird who wish for his angel to come to him and adore him but while looking he faces the tormenting shine of sun which burn his eyes. He found himself in tantrum and sadness but with a desire of love. There was no greenery near him from which he can fulfill his life. Things he founds were not worthy enough. He didn’t give up and started looking for a path but he loses the battle again and touched the ground. Again sadness kissed him hard. He lost his small wings but he was determined to live and as get motivation from the shadows of cloud he founds solace and with a new zeal he starts trying to find out the reason for life. It is just a thought of aloofness.

Now stories on Whatsapp

There was a time when people loved to make portraits willingly. They were used to pose for a quiet long time to get an image and adore them till the last breath and after that leaves it for their sons and grandsons. It was a time when people were patient. The people who believed in stuckness fo the life and the rituals. Nowadays, people like to change. Yes, it is good to change but they change they believe in temporariness of life. They don’t want anything for a long time. They believe in short term happiness. lives the life for moments without caring about the life.
Even the technology is providing us short term happiness, the captures, the shots, the pictures were for life to have a look on them when we get tired of life when we will be aged.
After Snapchat, Instagram, Hike, now Whatsapp also provides the feature of stories taking a new step for temporariness.

“from the life of portraits to one-day stories, somewhere the life became shorter, people impatient, accustomed to vacillate and high for evanescence.”

मैं लेखक हू …

मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हूँ, लेखक मेरा नाम है…
भावनाओ ओर कामनाओ से मुझ ग़रीब का क्या कम है?
फकीर हू . लफ़ज़ो का, न्योचछावर जो शब्दो मे कर देता हूँ. . .
जब देखता हूँ तो बोल पड़ता हू… बोल कर फिर लिख देता हूँ…
पर जिसस दिन इस दिल ने बातों को सोच लिया…
ठहराव को अपने ज़िल्मे कर भावनाओ को समझ लिया…
कलम ना उठेंगी लिखने को…
मेरी बेहया कामनाए ही मजबूर करेगी आश्रूवो को बहा दे ने को…
ना पिरो पौँगा उस दिन मेरे लफ़ज़ो को,
लफ़ज़ो को कलाम की श्याही मे बहा देना मेरा काम है..
भावनाओ ओर कामनाओ से मेरा क्या काम है ?.
मैं लेखक हू ..बस लिख देता हूँ…
रोखना न्ही श्याही को मेरी, क्यूंकी लिखना मेरा काम है…
देखा जो पंक्षी को, उसकी उड़ान भर ली,
ठुर्थुराति सुबह तो कभी नारंगी शाम अपने नाम करली,
मिला जो मुझे कुछ तो सही जो ना मिला तो शब्दो मे बयान करदी. . .
लोभ, माया, तो सिर्फ़ दर्शक है मेरे, न्ही तो इनसे मेरा क्या काम है,
ज्ब मिलेगी मंज़ील तो खुश होजौंगा अगर ना मिले तो पन्नो के सहारे उसे अपना कर जाऊँगा..
सहम के कभी, कभी नासमझाइश के चलते अपने इरादे पेश कर जाता हू..
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हू.. लेखक मेरा नाम है..
सहारा है कलम ज़िंदगी का मेरी, ओर सिर्फ़ लिखना मेरा काम है…
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हू लेखक मेरा नाम है, अगर इतनी भी ना पहचान मिले तो इन शब्दो को क्या काम है….

Thank you so much Bhuvnesh for sharing this great idea with me.