Thursday, March 9, 2017


● changes her name
● changes her home
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● leaves her family
● moves in with you
● builds a home with you
● gets pregnant for you
● pregnancy changes her body
● she gets fat
● almost gives up in the labour room due to the unbearable pain of child birth
● even the kids she delivers bear your name
Till the day she dies... everything she does... cooking, cleaning your house, taking care of your parents, bringing up your children, earning, advising you, ensuring you can be relaxed, maintaining all family relations, everything that benefit you..... sometimes at the cost of her own health, hobbies and beauty.
So who is really doing whom a favour?
Dear men, appreciate the women in your lives always, because it is not easy to be a woman.
Being a woman is priceless
Happy women's week!
Pass this to every woman in your contact to make her feel proud of herself.
Rock the world ladies!
A salute to ladies!

WOW! Indeed a touching message sent by a friend on this Women’s Day. Before I begin to celebrate the day/week of the “fairer” sex in my distinct way, I would like to wish all my readers a very Happy Women’s Day.

Since morning, I have been receiving messages and even calls from both my domestic and exotic friends reiterating the fact that how beloved and different I am, how special and strong I am, how beautiful and supportive I am, how caring and sacrificing I am.

And when I say “I”, I am referring to all my female counterparts who are loved and seen differently by every person out on streets: through the lens of jealousy, rage and lechery. My specialty and strength is reinforced by strangers and family who force themselves on me, without my consent. My overwhelming beauty deliberately kept in check through acid attacks. My sacrificing nature kept in check constantly by asking me to give up my dreams.

I didn’t know that I had such superpowers. Or if I consider it the other way round, are they all telling me that I’ll be a woman only if I adhere to these adjectives repeated again and again in these messages which are celebrating my apparent existence as a woman. Then, I am boggled by the fact that what parameters are set up for those brave men trapped in the body of a woman who are finally going for gender reassignment? Who say they are independent now as they have finally found their existence but their lives have taken a 360 degree turn because they have a new concept introduced to them: restraints and constraints, the added advantage of being a woman.

Everyone is receiving such messages and men are actually told to respect women for these reasons. Isn’t this a conspiracy? According to me people are being fed the false image of a woman. I don’t say that these are not a woman’s traits but I do contest the well-known but ludicrous fact that she is a lesser woman if she is little less loving, caring, sacrificing etc.

I am perplexed by such quantifications. What is the parameter to judge the womanly nature of a woman? What is the benchmark? Who sets it? And most importantly who is authorized to make such judgements?

Is woman a lesser being because she loves herself along with her independence, takes her decisions and speaks her mind? Is she a lesser woman because she challenges the age-old concept of “Woman for the hearth” and stands tall in professional workplace, a conventional/so-called man’s world? Is she a lesser woman because she celebrates her womanhood by not cringing at the mere mention of menstruation, doesn’t shave her legs or wears a red lipstick.

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Some people might think that I am being a feminist. Instead, I believe that I am being thought provoking. I assert this because had women possessed such Olympian potential and hardihood, none of them would have been subjected to discrimination, violence and exploitation.

I read an alarming fact online that the unpaid labour and effort that a woman puts in at home surpasses the collective GDP of various sectors like manufacturing, retail etc globally. And all this while we have been shouting our lungs out for the rights and wages of poor/unskilled labour. Pity! Women Empowerment? It’s just a “beautiful” word that looks good in election manifestos and the conciliatory speeches of “men of honour” when some untoward incident takes place.

Sigh! All I can hope now is that the stereotypes are challenged and the gender gap at ‘Work’ (home or office) place is addressed by some supernatural power so that the efforts of United Nations that is celebrating the theme of “Women In The Changing World Of Work: Planet 50-50” can cut the mustard.

Saturday, January 7, 2017


Whenever I am out for a walk on the road or taking a stroll in a garden, I find at least a dozen pair of eyes staring straight into my face. I guess this does not happen just because of my charms but also because there’s nothing more soothing (or beautiful) to watch.

We all have been harping that “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” for ages now. Agreed. But when the eyes view shades of yellow, blue, white and black; would they still continue be the beholders of beauty? Don’t look confused! These are not the rainbow hues but the colours of litter or garbage in various forms spread all around. Be it a journey to the nearby park or the travel to the office, my eyes get violated on a daily basis. Yes, you read it right! Alright! You want me to close my eyes? Done! I tried that too. But then my nose has another story to tell with the malodour it smells or even the air it breathes in or for that matter the tarred mucus it generates due to smoke in the air.
Don’t tell me that it’s just me who is privy to this fact. You all have “been there, seen that”.

My fingers are crossed for the success of the “Swachh Bharat Abhiyaan” for which I unfailingly devote a part of my dear salary as cess. It might bring some respite to my lungs, no sooner than later.

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An unprecedented phenomenon is sharpening my brain on a daily basis, that is, “the traffic”. I use all the formulas of time, speed and distance to calculate the shortest route possible in a limited timeframe also using technology, Aka, Google maps in the entire process. But this year, I noticed something new during the wedding season. Every time I saw a new car decorated with flowers, my heart ached and my brain reckoned because that single car meant a soon to be formed “convoy” with each car having one passenger, that is, the driver. It seems they have literally taken ‘Mein aur meri tanhayii’ way too seriously. Another din which causes ear barotrauma to me and makes me think aloud is the loud DJ song and people shouting at the late night parties. I wonder if the high decibel hullabaloo which causes noise pollution is to express surprise for “the chosen ones” (The bride and the groom) !! Gosh! Excuse me if I sound like a party pooper to you but requesting “the DJ wale babu” to play your favourite racy number in a low decibel would also do the magic! Just give it a try. Thank you!!

I know this blog is not a forum to change the world, for better or for worse for that matter. And you got it right, there is a “but” coming. “BUT” guys and gals! Please gang up, drive together and cleanse the environment and bring back the natural colours of likes of lush-green, sky blue and transparent air back to eternity.

It’s been quite some time since I wrote something. There’s a serious reason for that. I was stuck and choked in the traffic and breathing a comatose air until a friend gifted me an air mask (to breath in my own CO2 though) and then found the courage to pen this out.

I guess we all can do our bit or more importantly, not mindlessly go about our daily business of ruining our surroundings, mindlessly. I hope the nature police pays heed to this chronic situation of natural elements and help us all to live’ not survive on what’s left.

Fingers crossed till then!