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When we were "hip" and could "hop"

“It is never too late to be what you might have been”. I realized my childhood dream of learning the basics of at least one dance form during my adolescence. Thus, enrolled to a one month salsa class organised at our college. According to me, there are two types of dancers, one that dances like no one is watching and the other kind who dances like every living or non-living organism is watching. My Capricorn husband who was my then and the only boyfriend I have ever had belonged to the latter kind. “When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change”. Alas, that challenge doesn’t look like one when you are in love. Capricorns always like to know everything about the territory they are entering into. So, my Capricorn boyfriend decides to watch a video of the dance form and asked me “what if you don’t have a partner? To which I replied casually “they will assign”. And, he immediately enrolled to the class, who until then enjoyed dancing

Thank You God for This!!!!

Today my research based article is based on something that is an undisputed favourite of all Indians, few of its neighbouring countries and all the food connoisseurs from across the globe; something that unites people beyond cultural and social barriers. Yes, I am talking about Pani Puri!                            Whenever I get Pani Puri attacks, My husband gets a panic attack because I need to have at least one come what may, to tackle it. This lip-smacking savoury consists of a crisp sphere made using either wheat flour or semolina that is stuffed with a variety of fillings depending on the place where it is being served; then generously dipped in flavoured water which again varies from place to place. We all have something that we secretly or not so secretly hate to share. For some, it might be your louis vuitton handbag, your Kanchivaram saree or your Apple products. However, for me, it is my plate of pani puri so much so that I cringe with pain even when my three and a half-

The Angry Eyebrows!

A few years ago, while I was still recovering from my cesarean delivery and had barely analyzed the features of my one-day-old baby girl, I could hear only one conversation running in the room, "Whom does she look like?". It was of course only my husband who had contributed to her genes according to his kith and kin. The twentieth time I heard that question, I frankly wanted to scream that, she looks like a boiled potato right now! I love my daughter but how can a day old baby resemble anybody! I think clashing of ideologies began that day and doesn't seem to cease anytime soon. Child rearing is like those baby soap ads, which looks all glossy and glamorous only on Instagram and Facebook and that too when others post them.  Parenthood is already imposed with so many practical hiccups that, sleepless nights are just too mundane to talk about. Your toddler wants to poop only when you are having your food. These two activities have coincided so many times that I n

A Feminist's Confessions

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

WANDERLUST!!!

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

The Balance Act!

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

Breakthrough!

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!