Thousands of trees were uprooted, cable and electricity wires snapped, windowpanes of tall building shattered, hoardings were ripped apart, signboards crashed to the ground, traffic was paralyzed and about 3000 street lamps were brought to the ground on the wake of the Vardah cyclone. About 40 trains were canceled and people were stranded in the… Continue reading Warm(ing) Chennai
“Love is unconditional” they say. I disagree, for love comes with a lot of expectations and mutual agreement. If there is one kind of love that is unconditional, it is the love between friends. Friends come in all shapes and sizes. Some are sweet and some are sour; with some, you don’t need to be… Continue reading My best mate
Monica is right. The beginning of the second quarter is indeed a roller-coaster ride. I was skeptical while watching the popular American sitcom ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S’. How could a bunch of adults, possibly be this reckless? But I realized that they are as real as you and me. No matter how much we try to be in… Continue reading F.R.I.E.N.D.S Forever!
After innumerable discussions about objectification, I contemplated the foundation for objectification in my life. I turned back a few pages to check how I have been a victim of objectification and it resulted in conflicted emotions. The fundamental problem that plagues our Indian society is the highly biased social construct of Patriarchy. This misogynistic approach… Continue reading 50 Shades Of Patriarchy
Last night, I dreamt that I was raped and murdered. It didn’t just end there, I was a ghost. That was the most disturbing nightmare I ever had. Dreams and nightmares are the mind’s way of conveying something to us. While I was reading about the interpretation of dreams, I came across this: Dreams can… Continue reading Am I a cola can?
A friend once asked me “Why do you feel so uneasy when men stare at you? I thought you were a feminist. Isn’t it a compliment? I feel great when people stare at my muscles. Girls wear clothes that reveal their cleavage but get so worked-up when men stare at them. I don’t get it!”… Continue reading Quit staring!
The little me and I are sitting on the porch and as the little me tries to make small talk, she gets a taste of post-modernism. Jumping across time and space, here is an imaginary conversation between me and myself. Little me: Hey don’t you think Sandra looks pretty in that pink dress?? Adult me:… Continue reading Me and Myself