Trying to connect the dots.....

Feminism - the outcome of choosing such a topic lies in the state of one’s mind while penning down thoughts. If you are feeling good then it can motivate men to become feminists. Otherwise, it can simply turn out to be a hate speech.   This ideology has many facets depending on the societal class one belongs to or the political situation one is subjected to. While we have a section of women fighting for equal pay at work and longer maternity leaves, we still have a lot of them struggling for basic political rights & requirements pertaining to personal health. So, this topic has a wide spectrum. Therefore, I will talk briefly about only one such stigma plaguing our society that dictates traditional gender-specific roles. And, I believe its impact is mostly on the middle-class ambitious women.  The conscience is quite clear when it comes to other sections of our society. On one end, if we have women entrepreneurs paving their way to the Forbes list, on the other end the need for

As the name suggests, it’s the desire to wander which sometimes happens by choice and the other times without one. I have been a true wanderer both in terms of my mind (with innumerable questions) & my feet literally doing the city hopping. I have a few anecdotes from my experiences that I would like to share today that will hopefully give you all a peek-a-boo into my life’s journey so far. I was born in Mysore, Karnataka the cultural capital of the state as it is widely known, but I’d prefer to call it as one of the most well planned & cleaner cities of India. I received formal education till my engineering in Mysore & having born in the year 1987, my childhood was pretty much the same as that of any 90’s kid across the country. Which means, I had chances of developing cold occasionally due to playing in the mud or rain rather than developing a texting thumb syndrome due to smartphones. Thank god for that! I always thought I knew my city very well until my husband

We all have certain hackneyed phrases that make us, want to tear our hair. I do have one, “You have to balance my dear". Well, I can definitely relate to something like a controlled behaviour, but the act of balancing somehow never seemed comprehensive and perhaps, will never appeal to me in future as well. It certainly helps you get the title of a well balanced woman/man in the eyes of the society. However, I feel the need to be the saviour of this society and family that has unflattering and curbing rules is the easiest way to be a victim of “Flush yourself" syndrome. My intention here is not to sound like an anti- social body, but to raise my vote for an eclipsed behaviour rather than a guilt-tripping one because if you are not yourself you are in disguise.  There are so many times when you just want to say and do things the way you actually feel, but the same never gets vocal or applied for the greater good (at least that is what most of the diplomats feel), beca

Thoughts often volatize into dreams By thoughts, I mean the ones That I emptied myself into Before I know they are bygones I find nursing the newborns The fire never burns out It just blazes inside out My soul wants to be painted With beauty, dreams though rented Thou make me feel beautiful I am in my dreamscape Gaping at the valleys And thou beside me Your eyes speak more than your words Hoping I would unleash from the spell My eyes are now less colloquial Yet your superficial gaze Makes my heart leap few beats I am in my dreamscape Oh! I feel beautiful The music fades and I look for you and... You are gone, may be In quest of your own dreams I found seized in my own dreams Yet the fire never burns out It just blazes inside out The chase meets a breakthrough And my soul is not feeling blue Thou still make me feel beautiful For the beauty lies in the state of mind The dreamer in me is no more blind The voyage continues with hope, dreams & spirit pined!

I really think "Moral flexibility" is one of the traits which need to be mentioned in my CV hereafter along with stuff like "Responsible", "Diligent", Blah blah.... My rules were very simple before I began working. You are bad- I am bad. You are good- I am very good (I get a little carried away ;-)). This was morality to me in its simplest form. It happened so that I applied for leave last week and I had mentioned the dates denoting my leave of absence(it summed up to a week including 2 Sundays and a Saturday). But, (The volatile rules of English allows the usage of conjunctions in the beginning of the sentences provided the strong requirement of the same is justifiable and this one surely is) my boss who is so used to me not applying for leave didn't happen to see the dates and he assumed that I am only going for 3 days alike most of them in my office who are all localities, damn it. Therefore, my leave was approved! Actually only my leave was appr

This term sounds good only when my favourite people who have worked towards their relationships, use it to describe their yet-to-marry or married partners. The other times, it sounds as though they are caught bribing! After 52 days of doing nothing, this theory is another hypothesis in question for me. The first thing that pops up when I think of soulmate is apparently not my mate, but the adds for psychic readings with a big FREE tab on them at almost all the sites. You will know the reason for this anti-Mills & Boons theory if you have come across any of those. All I could sense out of that was the psychics' penchant for brain washing words! What we, the non-psychics call attraction/hormonal imbalance or appreciation of beauty(for the non derogatory speakers), the psychics name it as instant emotional connect or instinct.... Another interesting thing to share here is that I have hardly come across any couple where both have felt that they always belonged to each o

6.30 PM: Watching IPL match - Royal Challengers-Bengaluru vs Mumbai Indians at a cousin's place 6.40 PM: My baby sister(cousin/not so own..lol) tries to snatch the TV remote to change the channel 6.41 PM: My brother(own!) screams loud enough to shoo her off 6.43 PM: Dejected cousin asks, "which team is ours?" 6.45 PM: My brother gives a what-the-hell look and grins," Bengaluru". 6.46 PM: My sister further says "red or bleau?(concentrate on phonics please):-)" 6.47 PM: RCB lost a wicket and my brother gives a all-because-of-u look and my sister picks her nose and very gently places the matter found on my brother's jeans{Eeeww i saw it;-( }and satisfies her fungal revenge! 6.48PM: My sister repeats her question, "red or bleau?", this time looking at my father and my father replies "Red chinna"..pulling her nose which gave her further irritation and she picked her nose again![matter not found...phew!] 6.49 PM: My s