Complicated thoughts in a simple mind

It's Diwali eve. I come home from my workplace,cook meal for us, have dinner and lay down on the couch, looking forward to a holiday. Yes, you read that right. Tomorrow is just a day off for me. A break from office, a day I look forward to to catch some sleep and watch a few extra episodes of FRIENDS. I wonder where did all the excitement of celebration go ?? I also wonder if it's just me suffering from this disorder or are there others like me ?? There used to be a time when we eagerly waited for festivals. Right from New Year's picnic till 31st Night celebration, we would be busy round the year. Every year Holi celebration began weeks before with kids throwing water balloons at every passer-by. Raksha Bandhan meant searching for the perfect gift and rakhi as soon as the rakhi stalls came up in the locality.. New clothes had to be shopped for every Durga Puja. The 10 days long festivity always ended with a sad note on Dashmi evening when we had to pack our bags for sch

A very weird thought came into my mind while I watched 22 women struggling at Lord's for the ICC Women's World Cup today. Instead of thinking about India's winning chances or if Harmanpreet Kaur gave another stellar performance today, I was wondering if any of those women out there was bleeding,rather menstruating... Apparently,quite an unusual thought. Right? But not really. Last month I came across an article about a media company in Mumbai providing menstrual leave to their women employees on first day of their periods. Many women had wanted their company to follow the suit. To be honest, I myself was one of them. However, the feeling just passed away after I switched to the another article. What followed in this one month was my coming across n number of such articles, quoting the example of the very same firm and causing an open debate at every media platform if such a move was rational. I thought this was just an another passing issue. What made me voice my opinion t

They say, your life is pretty sorted when you move in with a good roommate. Having shared a room a few times till date, I have never had any trouble adjusting with anyone. Living in a separate room right from the time I can recall my past, it was only after I entered teenage that I got my brother as my roommate. Being an elder sister was a bane at times, but I liked living with him. Spending time with him behind the close door, I got to know myself better. Playing pranks on him was my favorite part. His disturbing me every time I sat for studies,drove me insane.  There was a break between us once I moved to hostel. Living with a senior in first year was again fun. She was the coolest senior I could get. Loving me like her own sibling, caring for me like an elder sister, I actually missed her presence while she was away at home. Came second year and I moved to a single room, trying to live by myself, once again. Life was super fantastic at Trivandrum when I had my bestie Sugandha as a

Dearest Girlies, It has been almost 9 years and a half when I first met you in the college hostel and the pain of separation from home instantly bonded us. I remember well how during the initial days we cried and cried and cried due to homesickness. Days passed and the newly found independence made us long for more. We enjoyed every moment in the hostel to the full. Bunking college for movies, late night outings, n number of restaurant hopping, movie marathon in one of our rooms, discussing our crushes, bitching about others, ganging up against a common enemy, oh the list goes endless.   We had our own shares of fights and tears. But there were always more ups than the downs. Today when I recall our tough times, it only brings a smile on my face. Wish I could go back to that time. Four years and college was over. Ready for the separation, I remember well how much I had wailed in the train while on my way back home. Each and every day, I longed for you. We were connected by ph

I  have hated kitchen more than anything in this world. Despite of being a foodie, I never crossed the threshold and made an effort in doing something constructive in the there. Coming from a family where everyone cooks well and enthusiastically, my parents always ensured that I didn't have to spend time in the kitchen. Whenever Mum could not give time, Papu would handle it and after a certain time, if none of them could, my brother Yash, six years younger to me, fed me without any complaint. So life was pretty set. Whenever Mum Papu showed any concern regarding my culinary skills, I would dismiss the thoughts, saying I would hire a cook. Back in college, once I had a conversation with Yash which went like this: Yash: Jijji you don't know how to cook. How will you feed your kids ?? Me: We'll have a cook at my place. Not to worry. Yash: What if they want to eat food cooked by you ?? Me: Maggi always helps Yash: What if they want to eat the proper " Maa ke haath ka

Today , while talking to mum, I got to know about one of my school mate's wedding, who also, happens to be our vice principal's son. As soon as I heard about him, I was transported back to my school days in Delhi. After recalling a few memories, I decided to write this piece. For the background, my mom has been a teacher in my Alma Mater and has also taught me for three full years. The five years that I spent along with her in the school during my teenage, are surely not the memories I would want to cherish. Not because I had any issues with her, but because others had issues with me. This is for every single soul on the earth who is prejudiced against a teacher's ward. Let me clear your misconceptions... Myt h : A teacher's ward is pampered by the rest of the teachers Fact : A teacher's ward is more prone to reprimands as compared to others because it would take at least a day to summon your parents. But our parents are available in the school for the impromp

Disclaimer : This post is as readable for men as it is for women. Menstruation has always been a topic of taboo across the globe. A completely natural biological process, yet turns people redder than the blood flowing out of a woman's vagina every month. Here in India, we come across a lot many celebrations for the periods we can't even think of. Be it  Ritushuddhi in Tamil Nadu, Ambubachi Mela in Assam or Raja Sankranti in Odisha, people celebrate it with full fervor but won't acknowledge it openly. The moment a lady hears the P or M word, she'll Hush you and at the same time, men tend to ignore what they have heard. The entire Indian society deals with Periods in a very secretive manner. However, treating it just like anything else, say sleeping or pooping won't hurt much. We come across a lot many advertisements of sanitary napkins showing them absorbing some blue liquid. Where does this blue liquid come from ??? As far as I know, we have blood flowing out whic

While going through the comments on my previous blog, I came across one of my cousin's comment, stating that left handed people make good writers. Then and there I knew what was I supposed to write next. Yes. Left-handed people. Or rather LEFTIE, which they are fondly called. As per the survey, one tenth of this world's population is sinistral and I luckily belong to that part. But at times I question myself if I really have been that lucky... A born sinistral, my parents never had any issues with it. They happily accepted me as I was. However, people around me always have had a problem with my left instinct. While growing up, I discovered the same cousin who I have mentioned above was also a sinistral. That added to my happiness. I had someone else to share my speciality with now. We have spent quite a long period of childhood together and it was his mom who taught me to use my right hand while eating. It was quite difficult in the beginning, but I was able to respectfully ea