Complicated thoughts in a simple mind

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