In Love with my Demons..

I yearn for somethings that I have a legitimate right to criticize, and thus, bring my fellow bloggers together on what’s important. My ramblings range from about the government “taxing the periods” to male celebrities pouting for silly selfies. I fear those in whose connivance massive trampling of women rights are happening, let’s face it, day after day… My favorite punching bag as my family calls it are always looming in the distance, be it the misogynist men who crack anti-Female jokes or ‘starlets’ and “Socialites ” with the uncanny knack of making episodes of their regular and oft-exaggerated life incidents. It makes sense for me possibly since forever to make the guys sit up and take notice of us girls’ feats, like sexy legs, high heels, dancing away the blues, lots of unbothered foodieness, even management of a bad-hair day!!

My journalistic background and stints alongwith multi-cultural backgrounds, diverse ways of life, have not succeeded in making me feel out-of-place OR unevolved, despite their inhospitability, indifference and haughtiness. My hailing from a small yet glorious town as Indore has made mingling with anyone v. unabashed and easy. I am not the one who doesn’t acknowledge the domestic helper, cabbie or the liftman, just to feel important! I can and like to converse on virtually anything..

Having said that, my penchant for being in the eye of a storm is higher than most others. I always wonder and ponder, to satiate my appetite for opinion-forming . I am still reeling under a disgusting fractured leg that struck my poor, unsuspecting soul 2years ago,thanks to a rash-driving uncle. My father has believably given up on asking me to get my graceful gait back, and to walk to rid myself of limping. You can imagine my horror when I have finalised and choreographed my grooves-to-be in a very close friend’s wedding I have been waiting for. My solace is my little cocoon, I have beautified with many months of trying for a really bad self-image. And still, I am too velli to hate anyone I don’t like. My sprouts, cut Fruits & multi-grain-breads have given its way to wolfing down biscuits, and sweetmeat and what not !

But, the point I am YET AGAIN trying to make, with the risks of being a self-serving person, is that ‘Main apni favourite hoon’, (yeah, like Geet of “Jab We Met”.) something that amazes even me. My critics may well understand that, please. And no, I am not high on anything harmful. I happen to be my kind of nutty, bratty, catty, witty and hotty (!) and, no amount of disagreeing can help actually. It is worth it to be lost, but of course in oneself! Try, and be you, do what makes you ‘You’, and let your drama go on. . . ✌I cross my fingers and bless you readers. 🤞