My Ode to Reality

I am worried-sick about the wellbeing of my unborn daughter, even as I try to restore my own sanity after watching news about the macabre killing of a girl by five inebriated people, who were driving with abandon in Delhi-NCR on that fateful night.. I remember an advert in which Superstar Shah Rukh Khan would voice his concern (along with a host of other persons) about bringing a child into this cruel, incorrigible world (this is before welcoming his third kid).. If my child lays his hands on the newspaper about such pieces of information, I bet even they would raise that question.. Why are we sht-scared about our children switching on the Television, and why can't we trust nobody ? Is misogyny and resultant false sense of entitlement incorrigible ? Are we at the mercy of drunkards who play music loud enough to not notice that a life is in mortal peril under their vehicle for kilometers on end ? How do we tell our children to feel secure and well-guarded, when they head out for a p...

O.K., at the risk of sounding a bit too critical, who among you agree that today's music and rap just objectify, portray in a desperate light, short-sell us women.. I mean, a tad of explicity and arousal is justified if you are in love, but why does man have to be a baddie and a cheapskate if he would want to really impress, please and woo a woman, expecting her to feel like a million bucks when you are just overdoing your idea of girl to be an object of lust.. "तुझे घर होना चाहिए, Barbie Doll के साथ,"? While this is hyperbole, the tendency to give women a demeaning treatment and to make them go nuts about you when you have no intention to catch them, is all-pervasive as per lyrics of today's songs.. As if we have got nothing else to do apart from seeking intimacy whenever and wherever we head out.. I object.. Think about what kind of impact such music when played in the presence or company of children & adolescents would have.. Incorrigible, Male-Chauvinist-Pig, ...

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 ...

I am, in general, a pained person. I tend to overthink, don’t like nonsense, feel I’M too good to be fitting in, have a big (growing) List of pet peeves, absolutely detest many people and their ideas, find this world an unfair place, with totally lost-yet-driven population trying to subvert one another. Yeah. And I like myself. If not exactly love! I tell my momm how I feel strongly about stuff ranging from food-delivery boys to Jeff Bezos of Amazon. I have an opinion on almost everything, I don’t mince words and am a judgmental woman. I cannot stand some people’s bull and give it right back! I find it hard to imagine why anybody would want to be bad..Like, we don’t need any negativity in this world, and I of course don’t want to be living just to earn a regular sum of money and not be hailed for it… So, in totality, it sucks to be where I am. I am always eating, and actually eat crappy stuff only to further worsen my body-image, and my expectations of a chocolate-only diet never mate...