Book Title: Educated
Author: Tara Westover
Have you ever sat down and thought how life would turn out if you never had any form of education?
Educated is a memoir of Westover; her life, her family and how the world unfolded for her by making a single decision; to get educated.
Tara starts by introducing us to the basic home life they lived. A family set up on more of religious beliefs, Christian Mormons. Her father didn’t open up any avenues for them to believe in anything else other than what he made accessible. The government being the main enemy, he termed the government being evil. No formal education, all there was, home school. The only literature available was the Bible and church materials. Any questions were all answered by father. As a young girl Tara grew up knowing that her father had all the knowledge and everything he said was the final truth. She introduces a case where the dad twisted a story to fit their situation and prove to them that the government was some real enemy. In a later chapter after Tara knows of a different world she realizes the whole scenario was a lie. Her mother a local midwife who doubled as a herbalist too, agreed with the father too. She could never disagree to what he said. She would help give birth to locals who also didn’t believe in hospitals and offered treatment to the sick from her herb concoctions. With the little education she had she doubled up as the home teacher. Part one, basically Tara just introduces us to the family life. Their daily duties and how life unfolded for them.
Part two and life is about to take a turn for Tara when her brother who had chosen a different path tells her she should enroll to college. With no formal education Tara doesn’t understand how she is supposed to hack it out. But with some sort of drive and curiosity, Tara registers for the exam.
No background of formal education, we see how Tara’s life unfolds in college. She is in a whole different world. Women not covering up, expressing themselves freely, talking to the males. To her this was a different world. One she wasn’t used to. Could she blend in? She constantly questions her capabilities. Her agreeing to join school doesn’t sit so much with her parents but with time they pass out. In this chapters Tara lets us in on how life unfolds and how much she didn’t know. Her view on her parents change, she often questions why they could be so ignorant. Hatred and anger cloud her, acts as some sort of fuel to her need to learn more about this strange world that had been locked out from her. Tara slowly starts adopting to this new world, drops what she knew previously and embraces the unknown. What would be your reaction if you saw someone in dire pain and they tell you they can’t visit the hospital because they will pump her with poison? Weird right. At one point we see her refusing to apply for a grant well because the government will spy on her and she didn’t want anything to do with the government. We remember her father was anti- government.
Part three and the Tara who we saw grow from a naïve lady is now a more educated and enlightened woman. She is currently pursuing her masters, she no longer subscribes to her parents ignorance. She makes her own decisions, she tackles her fears. She still visits home, though everything has changed and her family looks at her differently. Her brother who bullied her all her life dislikes her, he views her as a rebel. Towards the end we see Tara has completely cut off ties with her family, although the division is into two; those who chose to get Educated beyond what their father taught them and those who chose to stay and never leave. Tara finally is Dr. Westover. She chooses to live life by her ways.
This memoir brings out several lessons that affect us in our daily lives. The choice of making hard decisions on whether to please our family or to do what seems right for us. The price sometimes we pay out of ignorance, sometimes being not our fault. How we would argue that we know everything yet we haven’t lived beyond ourselves. Tara made a choice to leave home and a whole world opened up to her, things she wouldn’t have known. Lessons of that sometimes our parents don’t always make the best decisions for us. The memoir also brings out severe psychological disorders that we ignore among family members, in this case her father and elder brother who kept abusing her but everyone turned a blind eye. She also didn’t know this was happening. But one would also ask, is being enlightened a great thing?
Educated is such a roller coaster sets you up to all forms of emotions. A great read that I would greatly recommend. Find it in your favorite bookstores and enjoy the read.


I sat there staring at the open window, the wind gushing in furiously blowing the sheers all the way in. The bad headache couldn’t go away well, I could blame it to last night escapades. I need a cup of coffee and some Advil too, then a good sleep hoping I’ll wake up better and not hating myself for everything.
The bar stool seemed too high for me tonight or is it that I was growing shorter, I don’t understand or it’s my 6th shot of tequila trying to build up things in my head. Anyway I still sit and remind myself that I’ll have to tell Eddy to buy bar stools suitable for everyone. He is supposed to be here already, I don’t understand how you invite me for a drink out but I end up taking more shots before your arrival. As I drain away in alcohol swinging my legs to the music playing in the background too many questions race through my mind. Like who sat down and started distinguishing glasses and what your are supposed to take in each of them? Mmmh they must have had quite some time on their hands because I still don’t get how different vodka will taste out of a whiskey glass. I will still enjoy my drink nonetheless. I feel like I shouldn’t be doing this, but there is part of me that keeps pinching me “you are already here whats the worst that can happen”
When we exchanged numbers I never really thought I’d get to see him again. They are the kind you get a glimpse at and you find yourself spilling a drink all over your blouse. And now everyone turns towards you and you’re so embarrassed. I met him courtesy of a friend at those relaxed house parties , those that are assumed to be of the “mature”- they at times turn out to be boring rather than relaxed. He was a charm and had a good tongue but I didn’t want to put so much attention to him because apparently he was dating a lady friend. It stung me so hard but we always got to maintain our cue in such situations.
So here we were on the first night in a local bar where not a soul knew him nor me. At least that’s what I convinced myself. And I had to make sure I was fully intoxicated at least so that I could later blame the alcohol for what I would say.
He finally gets here dressed in those well cut out designer coats and the shoes …..The kind that says “I am too sexy for your handling”. I have this fetish for men shoes I think it counts as an instant turn on for me. Quick exchange of a casual hug, I wouldn’t want to seem so clingy “you are already here meeting an already taken guy, you are clingy” says the mean me in my head; “don’t be so mean to me and let me enjoy the night. He orders a light beer; wow did I set the bar too high for myself here? I’m having tequila and he settles for light beer. Well ‘shrugs shoulder’. He tells me he was stuck in traffic somewhere because he got a last minute client. I’m not really listening to his excuses, who cares anyway whether it is legit or not. And chances are it’s not even legit. To my standards he fails in being a punctual lad.
The place is now getting louder and I think I’ve set my two left feet on the dance floor, I can’t impress with a dance anyway but alcohol can make you do anything and I danced. Which is triggered by his choice of few words and I keep asking my inner soul “why did we really come here?” Did we think that he’d drop that petite chic of his with a models body for some boring scientist whose idea of fun is a night out on a bar stool?’” I felt so pathetic but at the same time proud enough that he utilized a number on his cell phone. “So what about an afternoon out in our own national animal park tomorrow afternoon” he whispered to me. “Ah yes, wouldn’t mind it’s been long since I’ve been there.” I had just agreed to another hangout moment with a guy who I had barely held a legit conversation with ” ooh crap anyway let’s not judge with the first. Alcohol is now fully in my system and I steal a few kisses before realizing it’s too overboard. We talk about the city, the weather what we love and I kiss out to the stars he didn’t mention his love for the girlfriend (like I expected him to) gave me few hopes on some imaginary things. Well I think I’m getting out of hand and need to just lie down, except not in his arms at least not yet. “I’m crazily interested in you in greater ways than you think. Please purpose to show up tomorrow and don’t fail” he whispers to my ear so rhythmically. Goosebumps all over and I have to leave.
I’m lying on this bed with this headache that is so annoying not really understanding what really happened. I guess I don’t really have to call and ask about the park date. I tap his lean shoulder just next to me; “how do you like your coffee, mild strong or just strong?”


But is it really our faults????


I can not explain how he came along, I can not even begin to tell what I thought would be “our story” but this may seem like my everyday experience in love. I say this because of the striking similarities like I have been having with other people at some point. It is like a phase, they come along and it’s their turn for me to feel that way about them, and then they pretend not to feel the same, and then I have to get hurt for me to realize that they are not the ones, and then I have to struggle to let go. And then I have to swear to never think of love again.
Then another one comes along and there I go again hoping that this time I will get it right but only for it to turn out to be my usual “cycle of…

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Knowing yourself

Clearly this is the first time i am doing this and I think I’ll just make my way through it the best way i can…..Here goes…
Making: woolen sweaters
Eating: lots of ice-cream
Drinking: Extra dark coffee
Wanting: travel and just go
Playing: Word puzzles
Creating: memorable moments
Enjoying: the sunset
Loving: the sound of the wind chyme
Hoping: to get a job
Smelling: possibilities, opportunities
Wearing: shorts,shorts and shorts
Eating: an apple every day
Following: my guts
Noticing: the good in everything
Knowing: that I am a dreamer
Creating: more frenemies
Giggling: when watching shameless
Cutting: onions in tears
Opening: a bottle of wine
Feeling: philanthropic
Listening: to Sia on repeat mode
Thinking: why did I get myself into this
Wishing: I could go on a great adventure
Drinking: more whiskey
Obsessed: with books and books
More: hiking
Enjoying: the gift of life
Wondering: where is this wind of change
Loving: a good laugh
Noticing: other people’s house arrangements, the decor
Opening: up to new ideas
Will it be easy? i don’t know



It’s been long since I sat and decided to sit down and type something. This post though is one of the craziest I would think of and I must say it’s not really my original work but somehow I have been ticking what has been done and what hasn’t been done. This are the 25 things I think one should get done before one is 25yrs. Enjoy the read and tick off what is done and what needs to be done :

  1. Apologize to someone you were mean to in your previous life.
  2. Make a real guy who is really just a friend.
  3. Get a job working with food or working with clothes.
  4. Live in another.
  5. Confront a fear.
  6. Travel on the cheap.
  7. Do an illegal drug.
  8. Have a really good one night stand with a gorgeous guy.
  9. Learn to depend on God and nobody else.
  10. Splurge on an awesome pair of jeans.
  11. Figure out what kind of wine you actually like.
  12. Take a road trip with your friends.
  13. Try an exotic food you can’t pronounce.
  14. Go to a college football game and go all out.
  15. See a broadways show.
  16. Go 24hrs media free
  17. Skinny dip.
  18. Give back to the community.

Learn to do your own taxes and how to manage your own money.

  1. Take your parents out to a nice dinner.
  2. Start a blog about your life and update it regularly.
  3. Go to pride parade.
  4. Visit to a town and make sure all the craziness that happens there stays there.
  5. Learn to drive a manual car.
  6. Donate blood.
  7. Love like there is no tomorrow.


Loving You

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I love you like the morning sun
Like the glow in the moon when the day is done
You’re set in my soul and you give it rest
You’re the light in my spirit and the fire in my chest

I love you like some old time blues
Like my favorite hat and my best-fitting shoes
My heart holds you close in the beat of its song
And I know this is right ‘cause love can never be wrong

I love you like the still of the night
Like the life beneath rain and the thrill of the fight
You’re the laugh in my joy and strength through my pains
The constant in storms and the gift of my name

I love you like the warmth of the flame
Like the cool of the cube on a hot summer’s day
You’re the chill in my spine when there’re no words…

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How to be an idiot (Part 1)

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Allow me to warn you. Being an idiot is not as easy as you may think. In fact it has taken over 15 years to perfect the art. 15 years of constant practice. So one may wake up and decide to be idiotic but stakes are quite high. But hey fellow men, you have a better shot at this. First, because it is somehow encrypted in the Y chromosome (I cant scientifically prove anything) ,and secondly because few ladies are willing to try their hands in idiot business. The fact that I am writing this post shows how far I have come in this field. And the fact that you have read this far is quite empowering. No offense, of course.

Look out, Watch closely

I have fought battles in my life. I have burst my ass trying to be a nonconformist. I digress.. but I am a guitarist, an…

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My Paranoia Confessions.

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There are approximately 1100 active satellites orbiting the earth. This is  total number that has both government and private. I do not know which to be more wary of. The former maybe. But latter catches the eye as well.You know what, fuck it.There is reason to be wary of both. This is why I am paranoid. No word could be more accurate. You may live there fearing nothing but hey, myself I do care a lot. I am willing to admit much than any other man would. These things make me shake with paranoia. Not many of you will verbally admit it but you also care, deep inside(No pun, Jesus!)

Laughter is the best medicine. Even in literal form, it lets more air into your lungs and this in general good. Today I wont mention the liver. But context of laughter introduces a twist to the whole thing altogether.Laughter is…

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