I am a feminist.

I am a feminist.

I identify as a feminist.

Feminists are often unfairly labeled as individuals who harbor resentment toward men. They are frequently stereotyped as lacking a sense of humor or sporting a particular hairstyle. Let's clarify that a feminist can be male too and still champion gender equality, advocating for women's rights.

I stand firm in my beliefs, influenced by a classic example—John Gray's "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus." It's unjust to categorize individuals based on gender stereotypes. Men can express vulnerability, gossip, and cry, just as some women may not conform to traditional expectations. Kindness isn't exclusive to men, and some women can be strong and assertive.

So, what sets feminism apart? In Katy Perry's words, "Being a feminist simply means you are an advocate of the rights and equality of women. You don’t have to be anti-man to be pro-woman."

You can recognize a feminist by:

- Embracing the autonomy of women who manage their own households.

- Questioning why there's still a gender pay gap.

- Disapproving of jokes that perpetuate stereotypes, like those made by Kapil Sharma.

- Paying attention to how media portrays gender roles.

- Preferring acknowledgment for talents over appearance.

- Feeling offended when assigned tasks based on gender.

- Strongly disliking "Women Driver" jokes.

It's essential to note that sexism works both ways. If a man is expected to provide, women should equally bear responsibilities. Feminism appreciates gestures like having a door opened for you but rejects the expectation that a man must give up his seat solely because of his gender.

India is undergoing positive changes, celebrating girl children, redefining dowry, and rejecting physical weakness as a criticism against women. Women embrace independence and support their partners as equals.

Let's strive to be humanists and feminists, putting an end to patriarchy. If you proudly call yourself a feminist, you're not afraid to do so.

India's Daughter- Open letter to Leslie Udwin

We Can Do It!

An hour ago I watched the documentary "India's Daughter" by Leslee Udwin.

Leslee, thank you from the bottom of my heart, and this country's heart. Please do not feel bogged down by the over-whelming response to it. Please feel free to reach out to any human-being ever to exist to help you pull through anything, ever, for you have done a 'bravo' job. 

The Rapists' lawyers- ML Sharma, AP Singh- I have nothing but rage towards you. I curse you more than those murderers, and you know why. If you do not, let me explain why i write "Rosify Yourself". For a simple fact that you do need to. In order to do so, you will have to think from a woman's perspective, the lady you resent the most from her perspective, the woman you love the most, from her perspective.

"Mindset needs to change". Is it that simple? yes, its what we need but then how does the society's mindset change overnight.

Why is it that only a few protests that were vocal enough, why not all of us, why not everyday.Why was it only JNU to protest the very next day, why can't we have a JNU in every human. why wasn't there a Jagrata in every society for her. Why candle-march when we can stop this NOW!

Dear Leslie, how do i help you, how do i help the world, tell me.

I fight for my self-esteem everyday and so does every woman. 

Dear Mothers, thank you for always being there.

Dear Fathers, we love you for feeling protective of us.

Dear Brothers, thank you for being the best friends.

Dear Sisters, I am with you.

Stand with me, if all of us can't change the world, change yourself at-least, change our hypocrisy to honesty for the sake of humanity. That's what we can do overnight.

Rest in peace you brave souls.
Stay in peace you all.

With Love and Hope

Woman!

How not to be a Fashion Criminal?

Fashion Faux Paus

WARNING: Please don't hate me, I hate the sin, not the sinner. It's not the fashion, it's the personality.

My guide to all the women and men out there who think that they are doing it right.

1. Too many fancy clips in your hair, too many bobby pins. AVOID!!

2.Overdoing the BeeHive. Not everyone can be Amy Winehouse now.Can they?

3. Powder face-too much Powder on face or neck. AVOID!!

4. There is thing called Smoky look, but what is with the Racoon look? Avoid the smudge. 

5. Please do not put a darker Lip liner on a Lighter shade of lipstick.

6. Please do not put RED/any-dark lipstick with a heavy EYE make up, until you are Angelina Jolie.

7. Please put nail paints on both the hands. Keep your nails long or small, (Try Small) but do it evenly. Same goes for Toe nails. Same nail paint on all 20 nails, or nothing !! If its art, swag it sweet!

8. Don't Show: Butt Cleavage, Muffin Top. 

How?
-Wear a long Top, wear a belt, wear a jeans of a good brand, avoid buying top with the size your wore three years ago. 

9.  Sandals and socks???

     Ballerinas and Socks?

    

What are you, A three year old barbie-crazy girl, An old man,  Homeless Drug addict or Sarah Jessica Parker?

If none of the above, Don't wear socks with any one of them.

Summary:

Say NO To:

• Socks with sandals - especially Jesus sandals 
• Nylons with open toed shoes 
• CROCS! 
• Clear bra straps - they just look cheap.
• Stripper heels/Baby killers - I love wearing heels, but it's really hard to find normal heels that won't kill small children were you to accidentally step on them

Now some reality check for Men.

1. You wear White socks with your running shoes and your Jeans, to your office? 

Spoiler Alert !!

You are a loser. (At least as long as your fashion statement is concerned.)

White socks are only meant for a sports day out. Period.
Sneakers are meant for the same, as long as you don't confuse them with Running shoes.

Understand the difference.

• These are Sneakers:

Them, you can wear them with Jeans or Chinos(Casual or Formal), Khakis.

• These are Running shoes, Wear the white socks only with them.

You cannot wear white socks with Trousers, or Office cargo/chinos or whatever it is.

Wear them only for one purpose, SPORTS.

2. Wear the same color belt and shoes,.

They cannot be of  separate colors, brown belt won’t go with black shoes and vice versa.

3. Stop wearing those flat front jeans with your tee shirt or shirt tucked in. No one is interested in your ugly groin.

4. Please don’t get your eyebrows done to a level that a women complements you for them.

NOTE: I will keep updating this list, as long as i see you criminals out there !!

Who am I ? A pencil !

Hey there. I am self- consuming as I speak my heart out. I burn myself every day to spread light of knowledge. Well, not everything written is good but almost. I can move in a straight line till infinity and I can sketch contortions.

I can solve complex equations and convey simplest of truth. I help write literature, influence culture and burn midnight oil. You must be wondering who I am. I am a pencil. Sleek, round and with a dark core. I get cut and grilled to deliver crisp and sharp outlines.

I am a writing implement. I help in writing and drawing. I leave a mark on a paper, wall or any surface. I was gradually discovered in the 15th to 16th century in the roughest and the most innovative form by humans. They used chalks (limestone), graphite and coal to write or draw what they could make a note of. Then England and China tried claiming the inventions and discoveries and it is still controversial. I am now used in a form of hard clay or wood case with graphite/ lead stick inside it. Whoever invented me, forgot to mention his name.

I can easily be removed using an eraser & over a course of time and I lose the darkness as well.

Today, I am available in the simplest of the forms and in the most creative way. I am not used in space, because humans fear that if the lead breaks it can hurt someone and that is true because lead is toxic. Artists use me in many forms, charcoal pencils, 1b, 2b, HB, 3b etc. This “b” denotes the width and darkness of the lead. When artists make sketches, I am the most important tool they use, after Paper. Ah, Paper. Paper is my best friend; I work the best on it, but only if it is dry. Basically we both are partially made by a tree. That reminds me, Grow Trees. I will be more readily available.

My Idol

My Mother is my Idol.

That woman is not just my idol but everyone who meets her and knows her. You can admire her in an instance. Her serenity, her endurance, her friendliness and her commitment to life is not commonly found in one person altogether.

She is a simple woman and yet the classiest one. Studied from a reputed college, born and bought up with 7 other siblings, and still managed to be the most amiable of all. She never worked in an office but still knows and understands the work environment better than someone who does work in office. That makes her a very easy person to talk to.

She is punctual, hardworking and has a fixed schedule since years. She prays but is not illusory, she studies a Hindi newspaper but you can talk to her about any world news and she will have enough material and facts to have a discussion.

When she falls sick, she never asks for any help, it makes her weak, she still tries to manage everything on her own. My father has lived abroad for years, and she managed all the bank work, property deals, house hold work, every cupboard in our house on her own, but of course I was there to help her sooner or later. Perhaps, could not give her as much attention as she deserved.

Her presence and her brass tacks of life are my most prized possession.

I am sure everyone’s mother is somehow similar to what mine is.
We all treat her critically in our teen years. She makes every meal with lot of considerations and we rush out of the house without even admiring her effort and her lip-smacking dishes.

Nonetheless, I always made a point of appreciating everything she cooks.

But a few years ago, I felt like even she could not help me, I was dreamy and I left her alone to pursue my selfish dream. That gave me nothing, because I caused her pain. However I came back before it was too late. Perhaps the anxiety will never leave my side. I wish I could turn back the time.

I am an agnostic, to me my god is my mother.

#100HappyDays

 At least i will try....Day 1

I read about this challenge in Medium

In all honesty, i do not want to post just another picture of sunshine on a tree or, a good nail paint( i hardly paint them), or just about anything to finish this challenge.

Understand this, this is FOR YOU not for others. I want to see if i can keep myself happy, gay, content, peaceful, a funperson, with whom people would want to hang out or not.

Simple & Respectively smaller things makes us happy.

I love isolation. I love the fact that dark places exist, where i don't have to explain my unnecessary emotional turbulence. Lately i have been thinking of coming out of this, some people try to push me back into my shell but i a taking up this challenge to see if  i still have the life in me or am i just living the counting Numbered days.

What made me happy today:

This #HashTag #100Happydays.

Last Weekend

The day didn't start off as well as it normally did. My pay check was an ignored question, due two months.
I had a Buffet Voucher, we utilized it to get out of the blues.

We reached Hilton, The buffet looked pretty cramped. The first thing I wanted to take was some bread with Soup, but the soup looked bland. So I started with main course perhaps tempted for Dessert. So I ate *that Pic*. Choices were less. Bland Soybean-Tikki, poorly-fried rice and my baby "Fried Fish".

The Vegetarian's choice.

Darshan tried everything he could get his hands on, Beef, Barbecued Honey-Chicken, Soup, Salad, Some more chicken Salad..

The Non- Vegetarian's delight.

Then came another plate.

Then it was my chance to enjoy the Desserts. hurrah..

The Sweet Tooth's Fairy.

Followed by a stroll under sunlight in an early-winter walk near the infinity pool where our hearts were light enough to proceed to our next destination.

A Lunch Date