"Anitha suicide: Death of innocence busts NEET myth as the great leveller of India's medical education" said the FirstPost. "Dalit girl S Anitha, who filed a case against NEET, commits suicide" said The Hindu. I'm not here to argue or justify either headline. My qualm, however, has always been about whether or not to identify... Continue Reading →
"I think I'm sad." "Why? You have a happy family, a good job. You're following your dreams. How could you even be sad! Stop overthinking." And I did. Stopped overthinking. Tried to shut my thoughts. My mind, like a puppeteer, kept controlling, overpowering, and diminishing my every last ounce of sanity, self-worth, strength, and energy. ... Continue Reading →
It's almost midnight. The rain still softly falls on the windowsill, the blades of the ceiling fan turn slowly just enough to keep the buzzing mosquitoes away. The trivial noises fill my ears for they don't know my thoughts are narcissistic. My thoughts demand to be heard as they keep getting louder with every spin... Continue Reading →
Who is a feminist? Women who hate men? A male basher? I don't know what other crazy definitions there are out there. But I do know that feminism is not any of those.
As I sat alone in this lonely, dingy office away from all the action I was missing, my new boss calls for me from his oh-so-huge cabin. And the first thing he sees, are my breasts.
Insults, rudeness, sadistic sarcasm, personal attacks, incivility, yelling, belittling, and demeaning remarks at workplace can hold back anyone who's otherwise a hard worker. The self doubt ritual that arises from the aforementioned behaviour of a leader or a boss, overshadows all the confidence one has accumulated little by little over a period of time. A... Continue Reading →
I am a millennial. One of the loathsome, entitled, rebels born in the ‘90s. And in the Indian context, I'm the most conniving, self-indulgent adult-kid (one who's not allowed to make decisions but is expected to decide and not be taken seriously all the same) who knows not to respect people, let alone money. According... Continue Reading →
I'd just finished the work my boss had assigned me to. "I terribly miss you, sir... the newsroom isn't the same without you in it now. Nobody yells at me anymore," I said. He smiled and said, "Shall I ask your new boss to yell at you?" "Oh, she does yell, sir. It's just much... Continue Reading →
As I read about the ceasefire violations along the LoC, militant infiltration, army retaliation, thoughts ran wild. I had just finished reading Curfewed Night by Basharat Peer. The average Kasmiri days are filled with events of civilians getting killed, pellet wounds. The 'heaven on earth' where normalcy is crippled and loses all meaning with curfewed... Continue Reading →