Story of my life!

I had had a really long day and all I wanted to was, hit the sack. So sympathising with my tired eyes for having subjected it to hours of incandescent radiation from the mobile screen, I took off my glasses, when I caught sight of a lone strand of white hair on my head peeking out from behind the stiff black locks. And then, all hell broke loose. I began tugging at it in an attempt to see the last of it – when my mother caught me in the act. What followed was an hour long sermon (on how if I pull this one strand out, a hundred more will take its place), stern reprimands (for the rustic state of my hair.) and my incessant bawling (Because I clearly couldn’t stand the shock).
As I googled for remedies that might help put me out of my misery, I carefully tucked the reason for it beneath the still, seemingly dark mane, in a belligerent attempt to shield my age along with the other insecurities that threatened to oust my reality.

Cheers!

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Of shooting stars and fairy dust ✨

She wakes up to her heart seeking rainbows and sunshine,
Searching the skies, amidst clouds, for a ray of hope to bask into the soul benign,

She wakes up to her brain chock-a-block with anxiety, with answers none but questions crystalline,
With dreams of fairy dust, of stars, of success, of impeccable shine,

She relentlessly pushes boundaries, desperately marches ahead –

To carve her own path to tread,
To prove to the world her stand, the strength of her spine,
To pursue what matters to her, no matter how infinitesimally bovine,
To compete with the world, to give herself an identity,
To break all chains and become who she wants to be,
To impress the wayfarer, the belligerently unknown,
To make up for everything that she wants to atone,

Disappointed, she returns, as twilight strikes,
Yet, with experiences enough to help her realise –
The regret, the failures, the fears, the flaws,
The light, the silence, the mess, the farce –

They haven’t let her down, they are the reason she steps forward to try,
They give her the strength to flap her wings, they propel her to fly high!

Cheers!

Are we asking for too much?

I have been meaning to write this for the longest time now but found the time and the temperament today, so here goes.
We ain’t ambitious to ask for Gender Equality and Women empowerment in the society we live in. In a society where the women are catcalled no matter what their attire is. In a society where the boy and his family find it difficult to accept a girl who is more educated. In a society where it pricks the husband’s ego if his wife earns more than him. In a society where the husband decides how and on whom his wife must spend her income. In a society where the woman isn’t entitled to an opinion; In a society which isn’t accepting enough for her to put forth her thoughts, her differences, her arguments, and her NO – because guess what, if she does she is either scarred for life or stabbed to death. 
We live in a society where the girl’s parents bear the expenses for a marriage both the families partake, give dowry (yes, the practice sadly still exists), sell their heart and soul to satisfy the guy’s family with the hope that their daughter is happy there. We live in a society we don’t bat an eyelid before blaming the woman, and this has been the practice since eons (Draupadi is even today touted to be the cause of the war).
In all probability, we can bring in change in such a society, if and only if we broaden our mindsets to – 

Treat kids of both the genders the same way. Educate and empower them both equally. Teach them both how to cook, wash, sweep and sew. 

Make them both strong and independent and capable. Help them understand that no job is too menial or too high for anybody, be it a man or a woman. Remove patriarchy at its very roots. Instill in them that both of them are equal by birth and neither, in any form, is superior to the other. Give them both, the freedom, the wisdom and the choice to choose, so they grow up to be each other’s support and strength and, above all, learn to respect each other. Stop giving the men in your family the sense of superiority, the space for authority and begin to be inclusive.
Because at the end of the day, man and woman, they are meant to go hand in hand, as equals. 
Cheers!

The impending need for Gender Equality.

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when,

I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention –
Why do you throw the girl child to the ants, why are you so pained by her presence,

When would you understand that SHE, is the reason for your very existence?
Why does her attire become the reason for your prejudice,

When her very being is always subjected to insurmountable injustice?
Why does it irk your ego if she wants move higher up the ladder, why do you expect her to compromise?

Why should she always be the one to sacrifice?

Wouldn’t her hard-work, her commitment, her passion for her work, just suffice?
Why do you advocate to her something, what you wouldn’t for yourself, find appropriate?

Why, despite being born an equal, do you expect her to be servile, to be the subordinate?
Why, when both are to blame, is she alone forced to mend her ways, is asked for a character certificate?

Why, what she brings with her, always seems to the world, a tad too inadequate? 
Why is there still, such deep rooted misogyny and patriarchy, why is there no space for gender equality?
Why don’t we understand it’s #HeForShe, and that’s exactly how the world is designed to be?!
Cheers!

Happy Diwali! ❤

A very happy Diwali to all of you out there. May this Diwali bring lots of happiness, success, peace and prosperity.

And I take this opportunity to present to you a YouTube video where I talk about Superstitions and the need to follow your heart, and pursue your passion. Do check it out and lemme know what you think, because, it’s absolutely relatable to all of us and it’s something each of us have gone through

P.S. I’m a bit worked up and my pace is too fast. There’s noise in the background too. But don’t give up on me yet, will you?

Love

Nostalgia – memories of a lifetime ❤

No matter how much things change, no matter how many new things come up, no matter how much the world we live in modernises, what we grew up with, will always remain super close to our hearts. They’ll always have a special place in our lives, a place that’s irreplaceable. 

Because, this feeling is something that each of us can relate to, because I feel so innately nostalgic about it, here’s me sharing a post about one of my favourite places in the city I live. Do read it and share your thoughts, similar memories and experiences. I’m looking forward to read each of yours.

Read it here 👉 Nostalgia – my city, my home.

To you! ❤

To you, that makes mistakes. To you that cries in fear, in pain, in agony. To you that reaches out for help. To you that makes the choices and stays by them. To you, that sticks to the choices that’s been made for you. To you, that dreams. To you, that doesn’t want what the rest of the world does. To you, that chases what nobody else does. To you, that perseveres and pursues. 
To you that has flaws. To you that is impulsive. To you that repents. To you that has awkward conversations. To you that jumps in happiness. To you that falls and fails. To you that picks yourself up and tries again. To you that hesitates. To you that fumbles. To you that isn’t perfect.

To you that has a bone of contention about every micron you see. To you that commits a faux pas every living second.
To you that wakes up each day to make a difference. To you that faces disappointments. To you, that believes. To you that inspires.
The universe, looks up to you.
Nobody else can be you – your blemishes, your blunders, your choices – They make you, you.
You, are the star of your life.
Cheers!