Holiday season has always been special for me. And being in India means the last quarter of the year is full of festivities and celebrations. For me, this has been the time when my regular job becomes less hectic and I find some time to take the next step towards my dream, of becoming a published author. However, this year was different. With most of … Continue reading Whose holiday is it? The entire family or a few privileged members?
Someone told me- depression is like the Dementor in Harry Potter Series It wipes out all your happy memories It sucks away your vigor for living But to me, depression was a cruel friend that took off all those swanky masks I bought from the world in return of all the worldly adjectives I earned It left my soul- naked, alone on a cold street, … Continue reading Poem on Depression: I’m okay
I gained two kilograms in the past week, thanks to the cold weather. I wasn’t allowed to venture out to exercise as Bangalore climate has never been kind to me. As I spent hours sulking this morning, I remembered the exact reason why I pushed myself to lose weight in the first place. It was a day when my mother-in-law told me how one of … Continue reading How do you handle toxic people? Comply, confront or cut off?
What defines Bharat? My teacher would ask and we would scream in chorus- “Anekta me Ekta ”. In times like now, in this pandemic, when the only one thing we require is unity and compassion, when a brand comes up with a collection that is a mixture of all the traditional forms, what can be a better messaging than showcasing the harmony that exists among … Continue reading Tanishq Ad Controversy: A religion issue or a gender issue?
Crawled up in a corner, In middle of a panic attack, Comes an imaginary flashback My father tearing up the letters In more than a thousand pieces And yelling on my mother, “Now, this is your only family.” When she was about to post Some handwritten letters Scribbled on a scented paper The letters that never reached Her family and friends Who might have been … Continue reading My Mother’s Curse
Oh My Monday! Okay, we all agree that Mondays are difficult. And in my last therapy session, I actually made a self-deprecating joke on how I am jumpy on all Mondays. But jokes apart, today is Monday and I could not even dare to log in to work, even from the comforts of my home. Weird! Isn’t it? Isn’t this Monday blues, Monday Motivation etc, … Continue reading Monday blues or distress calls? Go ahead and take that leave!
As a part of my job, that is writing, I imagine a lot. Today, I would like you to imagine- life of a kid, not very old, about 5-7 years only. What do they do? Well, they just exist. Everything else is done by their parents. From making sure they eat on time to take care of what they wear and also who they meet … Continue reading Indian Matchmaking: Oh no, did we forget something? Oh yes, growing up!
For years visiting home during summer and winter breaks seemed to be a lot of tasks. Reason? My parents’ dependency on me for getting their stuff fixed. The demands varied from setting up online banking to sending out bulk emails. Every time I visited them, I had to teach them from scratch and yet during the next visit, I would find out that they have … Continue reading Parenting your parents: What did you teach them today?
SPOILER ALERT!! For some reason, while writing this one, I am reminded of a dialogue from the Hindi movie Tanu Weds Manu: “Bhaiya, kya hai na, jo aadmi hota hai wo marne ke baad bhoot banta hai lekin jo aurat hoti hai wo chudail ki chudail hi rahti hai.” (A man turns into a ghost after death but a woman is always a witch, dead … Continue reading Bulbbul: Narrating Indian misogyny through an old folklore
She was born & cursed, insulted restricted, abused and, exploited but she thrived coz she was created with a piggybank of courage Every time she sees her mother smile while weeping in her sorrows Every time she is able to drive away the bullies inside and outsside Every time she turns a deaf ear to all the taunts and doubts Every time she lends her … Continue reading Piggybank of courage