I am my own savior. My spirit ran ahead to beam the light of hope as my weary body and mind struggled to catch up. It was this light that kept me alive as the piercing darkness around me spilled into my soul. The tunnel was akin to a birth canal, destroying every lie, facade and […]
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Category: Freefalling
Feminism: How Much Is Too Much?
Feminism is evil. Feminism destroys families. Feminism is anti-men. Feminism teaches women to see men as perverts, bullies and misogynists. Anyone who has had anything to do with feminism has heard these sentences being repeated again and again in different ways. A cursory search on the Internet for the memes on feminism throws up […]
A Very Personal Ode To Love And Loss
A few nights ago, I was counselling a friend of mine who was grieving the end of a two year relationship. My advice to her was to put herself out there. Embrace singlehood, get on Tinder and meet some good looking (?) men. Her expression told me she didn’t take me seriously, but she then […]
Raising Motivated Children Is The New Challenge
A 13-year old school girl from Bangalore went missing recently and was found in Hubli. I do not know the family personally, but the incident had me thinking really hard because I too am a mother. I feel, today all stake holders in the education system are facing a serious challenge. Parents, teachers and the society have […]
So Hard To Give A Girl Her Due
Yes, it is just so hard. To not appropriate her success. So recently there was a Facebook post by Loyola students about how PV Sindhu’s father’s education at Loyola had something to do with her recent triumph. Another FB page dug out a picture of Sindhu in traditional regalia to show the ”feminists” that she could […]
The Bluest City
I am sitting by Lake Shore Drive on my last day in Chicago. A woman is sitting by the shore, sketching the long skyline of Chicago. A gay couple kiss each other. A group of girls celebrate their friend’s birthday party. And a naughty Baltimore Oriole chases me. I sit there for hours with my […]
How Wild It Is, To Let It Be
Boo is resting after her morning walk; her head is on her favourite panda and she seems to be half-asleep, as though she is reluctant to slip into slumber because she wants to include herself in my parents’ conversation. My parents are having their breakfast, listening to some devotional songs, and discussing the beautiful, mundane things in […]
When We Connect…
From a very young age, I was terrified of dogs. This continued till I was in my mid- thirties. It would annoy my husband when refused to walk further if a dog was spotted at the end of the street. One day I noticed my neighbour struggling to feed her new dog. I discovered that […]
The Trusted Time Keeper
‘‘It says willing or not. What do I opt for?” asked my mother, then a mere 18- year-old girl. The question was aimed at her brother who had accompanied her to the Employment Exchange. “Not.. means no. Negative. So say yes. Choose Willing,” was his advice to her and perhaps the most valuable one that […]
When Food Becomes A Jimi Hendrix Solo
Creativity has been an intimate part of the way I interact with the world. It isn’t forced. It either “clicks” or it doesn’t and when it does, beautiful things can happen. My earliest memories are of abstract ideas that just appeared out of the smallest parts of my surroundings, allowing me to view things in many […]
Yes, Ms Aniston, We Are All Fed Up!
In a country where a mother of three babies is a five-time World Amateur Boxing champion, has represented India at the Olympics and won a medal, we recently had the director of Sultan defending his decision to show a pregnant wrestler meekly giving up her Olympic dreams while her husband hops from one international success to another. Because, […]
Walking Into The Unknown
It’s a scary place to be. The vast openness in front of you. Myriad intertwining paths stretching across the horizon as far as the eye can see. Fear immobilizes you. One wrong step and you think all will be lost. How sad it is sweet child that you have forgotten where you have come from. […]