Feminism and Speaking From the Heart

It has been over a year since I lasted posted something here. And I have wondered about that lack of interest periodically, until one day it dawned on me why.

The Spyglassviewer was begun at an age when I was very much a wide-eyed child. And though there are some posts that have a lot of thought-provoking content, most are rants that do not bring anything positive to the table.

I have grown a lot as a person over the last five years, and therefore, it seemed like the right thing to do to start a fresh blog. Only this time the focus will be on topics that truly matter. And what better way to do that than focus on feminism?

Feminism and the Death of Chivalry talks about the story of Feminism, its origins and subsequent evolution, and the changing dynamics between men and women.

Do give it a read and join in the conversation at the end.

Until I meet you again…


P.S. I am writing under the pseudonym of Valerie Black, which is the name I wish to be known for when I finally become an author.


The Terrible Muse – Pain

Come pain, consume me,

Fill me with thy fire,

Let it burn through my veins,

Let it burn higher.


The sharpness may shock at first,

But its aftertaste is sweet,

Come pain, embrace me now,

For I don’t fear defeat.


Be my friend, O mighty foe,

Free my soul from its prison,

Set me afire, turn me to ashes,

Engulf me from within.


For the phoenix does not die,

The ashes simply come alive again.

So come pain, bring me death,

For I want to be reborn again.

– R. M.


I never really got it when people said that the best kind of music comes from a place of great suffering. Until now.

Every form of creative expression, be it music, art, or even writing, comes from a place where feelings reside. That’s why the works that truly move us are the ones that are born from pain.

I know this now because I have finally realized why I have not written one meaningful word in the past one year. I had frozen my heart so that it couldn’t be hurt again. And that inevitably froze my words. But just when I was thawing out, heartbreak struck me once more. And then the words came. I have not been able to stop writing since that day.

And I shall go on. I always have. And this time I am not going to freeze out. I shall pay the terrible price, because I care more for the words that flow from a place deep within my soul than the pain it causes me to create them.

Anyway, I won’t promise that I will blog again, for this blog is primarily a humor blog, and I do not feel humorous right now. But I shall definitely poke my head up every now and then, just to let you know that I am alive.


The Different Types of People on Facebook

There is a reason why Facebook is the world’s largest social networking site. From a solid profile that gives you center stage attention to a thousand different features to keep you entertained even if you have nothing on your mind, Facebook has everything! And I absolutely love it.

In fact every time I log on to the internet I always hop over to the site to see the latest scoop before I move onto the real reason why I came online. But Facebook is ultimately about the people on it. Therefore, today we will be taking a look at some of the weirdest folks to ever walk the Wall Continue reading

Hogwarts is Here

For those of you who do not know about Hogwarts is Here (a.k.a HiH) it is a website developed by Harry Potter fans to give all those of us who always wanted to study in Hogwarts a feel of the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or the way they put it – a Hogwarts’ education for aspiring witches and wizards thanks to the Wizengamot, the British and American Ministry of Magics and a handful of tech-friendly professors from Hogwarts. Continue reading

The Bold and The Brave

The bold once asked the brave this question:-
“We are but one, my mate.
Then why do they name us so differently?
Aren’t we twins by fate?”

The brave looked at the bold and replied thus:-
“That’s because we are not one, my dear.
We may seem alike but we are not
For unlike me you lack fear.”

The bold contemplated this and asked the brave:-
“And what of fear does thou know?”
The brave smiled at the bold and said this back:-
“To rule it is to be unruled.”

The bold fell silent for a while and then asked:-
“So I am not free, you surmise?”
The brave shook its head and answered thus:-
“Yours simply come at no price.”

Severely confused, the bold hedged again:-
“Do clarify, Brave, this point of yours.
If I am priceless and you come at a price,
Then why is your worth always more?”

Brave grew sad at this and said:-
“You always champion the ones who are free
But you know not the ones that I house
For they fear deep but they can still see.”