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February 3, 2015
Censors, Controversies and Notoriety
Fact : Non readers did not know who Chetan Bhagat was until he created a huge ruckus when 3 Idiots was released. I admire him, no not for his writing talent but his impeccable business sense and street smarts. Like all authors I find my writing talent superior of everyone else’s. Believe in thyself and diss the others is the modern mantra and I heartily endorse it.
Now Mr. Bhagat is the Man-the-Nation-Wants-to-Know. And even Alia Bhat knows him. Don’t you my dear? He is the writer type who wrote the book on which the script of your movie 2 States is made.
I did not know who this Ashok with a silent E Pandita guy was until he opened his mouth and put his sandal shod foot into it. Oh I see, I’ll ditch the silent A. One gets confused. It is A s h o k e and P a n d i t. Have I got it right?
Fun Fact : The dude is a member of the Censor Board. And he is a BJP man.
What? How can you not know what the Censor Board does Alia? My dear child, the Censor Board is a vestigial organ just like film actor Manoj Kumar. They exist. No one knows why, but they do. It is made up entirely of self entitled people who get a kick out of deciding whether movies can be watched by adults or by children or by both. I wish it also decided to can movies that are unwatchable. If it did that Aiyya would have not existed. As it is, it came and went without anyone noticing.
Fun Fact : I watched it and could not figure it out.
Stop laughing.
What did you say? You don’t care and can download anything and watch it?
Of course you can silly. Which is why the board is a vestigial organ, long past its utility. Even a sanskari browser like Chrome gives you an option to browse incognito and download porn – gay/lesbian/consensual/non consensual/animal/anime and whatnot!
Drat the girl, she ran off. Maybe she wants to check if her browser is sanskari enough to browse incognito.
Of course she knows what porn is. Kids as young as thirteen know what porn is! You think they’re even interested in bleddy movies vetted by a bunch of farts who ‘think’they get to decide what India wants? Their hormones get to decide what they watch, not the ruddy censor board. But then this Pandit guy went and called a comedy show porn. I am talking about AIB Roast. The whole country and our cousins in neighbouring countries watched it. Some of us laughed our guts out, others went Haw! They watched it nevertheless. Of course they did, several times until it got taken off air.
AIB Roast was different. It was adult, rude, vulgar, crass and a romp. Just the way some adult humour is.
Well, all ruddy humour’s got to be like that, my chap. We Britishers left India because you make potty but go haw at toilet humour. And sexual innuendos … well sex is fun, you mealy mouthed fraud.
So what is this Ashoke Pandit’s problem? Specificallly with AIB Roast?
After reading all his tweets, wisdom dawned.
The guy takes his duties as member of censor board very seriously. He does not know what a porn show is.
A porn show, Sh. Pandit is a film made of a dude making out with a girl. They don’t have clothes on. Nah scratch that. It is when one or more dudes makes out with one or more women. Ah forget that, it is a wild life movie with humans performing the sex act, not animals.
Kind of …
Nah! Scratch that. Go and read 50 Shades of Grey.
Haw!
But you get it in India. It is not banned. Our sanskari powers did not find it objectionable. It is okay apparently to tie up women, beat them up, whip them and screw them with or without their consent. That my friend is sanskaari.
Read it. Watch those free videos floating around on the net. Compare it to AIBRoast.
The sanskaari thing is a bit confusing. It is also okay to promise to treat gay people and medicate them with some herbal concoctions to change their sexual orientation. And also to offer herbal medicines that determine the sex of a child.
To my uneducated eye it looks like a con game but nah! It is okay. It is sanskaari. You even get offered a Padma Bhushan for those services.
I am a woman with limited understanding you see. And I am not sanskaari. I don’t have four children to combat the growing menace of non-Hindutva forces that are out to annihilate us.
My limited understanding can’t differentiate between Muslim Jihad and Hindu Jihad. But then maybe I am wrong. After all I am just a woman. Women don’t know anything, they have to be told what to wear, if they can have a cell phone. Silly creatures.
There is this author and speaker in Indonesia called Felix Siauw who gets upset with women taking selfies. After one of his rants, the women had enough. They take selfies upload them on twitter and tag him. Every day, several times in a day. Good gosh! Silly vain women!
**Bat my eyes and cover my mouth while I giggle**
Is AIB listening? Your show was abusive, crass and had a base sense of humour but it made me laugh. I know it was scripted, I know all of you were play-acting. Oh yes, even Alia Bhat.
But … to my flawed understanding, it was mature, tolerant and fun. It is exactly what I want my India to be. Human, tolerant, mature and good natured fun.
You see, to my already established female limited understanding, I find that we’re surrounded by stern and increasingly intolerant forces. We go online and see death, beheadings, women being raped, taken hostage and made sex slaves. All this and more in the name of culture and religion.
I don’t want us to die of fear, or suffocation. I want to laugh. Sadly laughter and plain old fashioned fun scares a certain section of society. That section wants to decide if we should be ‘allowed’ to have fun or not. They get off on the power of denying simple fun, much like the mullahs in our neighbouring countries whom they profess to hate. But actually they are exactly like those men with their restrictive decrees.
Dictators hate laughing people and find them scary. Laughing people are more likely to say, “Fuck this shit, I don’t care”than people who get suppressed and bullied.
I want to laugh, plain and simple. I want to breathe without repressive forces trolling me or trying to suppress the spark in me.
Like those Weasley twins in Harry Potter who knew things were going downhill but wanted to still have fun. 
Thank you, Mr. Ashoke Pandit for your concern about your culture. It is not mine. And if AIB listens to my plea, I promise to tweet their shows daily and tag you too, if you want me to.
Or not, I really don’t care.
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Censors, Controversies and Notriety
Fact : Non readers did not know who Chetan Bhagat was until he created a huge ruckus when 3 Idiots was released. I admire him, no not for his writing talent but his impeccable business sense and street smarts. Like all authors I find my writing talent superior of everyone else’s. Believe in thyself and diss the others is the modern mantra and I heartily endorse it.
Now Mr. Bhagat is the Man-the-Nation-Wants-to-Know. And even Alia Bhat knows him. Don’t you my dear? He is the writer type who wrote the book on which the script of your movie 2 States is made.
I did not know who this Ashok with a silent E Pandita guy was until he opened his mouth and put his sandal shod foot into it. Oh I see, I’ll ditch the silent A. One gets confused. It is A s h o k e and P a n d i t. Have I got it right?
Fun Fact : The dude is a member of the Censor Board. And he is a BJP man.
What? How can you not know what the Censor Board does Alia? My dear child, the Censor Board is a vestigial organ just like film actor Manoj Kumar. They exist. No one knows why, but they do. It is made up entirely of self entitled people who get a kick out of deciding whether movies can be watched by adults or by children or by both. I wish it also decided to can movies that are unwatchable. If it did that Aiyya would have not existed. As it is, it came and went without anyone noticing.
Fun Fact : I watched it and could not figure it out.
Stop laughing.
What did you say? You don’t care and can download anything and watch it?
Of course you can silly. Which is why the board is a vestigial organ, long past its utility. Even a sanskari browser like Chrome gives you an option to browse incognito and download porn – gay/lesbian/consensual/non consensual/animal/anime and whatnot!
Drat the girl, she ran off. Maybe she wants to check if her browser is sanskari enough to browse incognito.
Of course she knows what porn is. Kids as young as thirteen know what porn is! You think they’re even interested in bleddy movies vetted by a bunch of farts who ‘think’they get to decide what India wants? Their hormones get to decide what they watch, not the ruddy censor board.
So what is this Ashoke Pandit’s problem?
After reading all his tweets, wisdom dawned.
The guy takes his duties as member of censor board very seriously. He does not know what a porn show is.
A porn show, Sh. Pandit is a film made of a dude making out with a girl. They don’t have clothes on. Nah scratch that. It is when one or more dudes makes out with one or more women. Ah forget that, it is a wild life movie with humans performing the sex act, not animals.
Kind of …
Nah! Scratch that. Go and read 50 Shades of Grey.
Haw!
But you get it in India. It is not banned. Our sanskari powers did not find it objectionable. It is okay apparently to tie up women, beat them up, whip them and screw them with or without their consent. That my friend is sanskaari.
Read it. Watch those free videos floating around on the net. Compare it to AIBRoast.
The sanskaari thing is a bit confusing. It is also okay to promise to treat gay people and medicate them with some herbal concoctions to change their sexual orientation. And also to offer herbal medicines that determine the sex of a child.
To my uneducated eye it looks like a con game but nah! It is okay. It is sanskaari. You even get offered a Padma Bhushan for those services.
I am a woman with limited understanding you see. And I am not sanskaari. I don’t have four children to combat the growing menace of non-Hindutva forces that are out to annihilate us.
My limited understanding can’t differentiate between Muslim Jihad and Hindu Jihad. But then maybe I am wrong. After all I am just a woman. Women don’t know anything, they have to be told what to wear, if they can have a cell phone. Silly creatures.
There is this author and speaker in Indonesia called Felix Siauw who gets upset with women taking selfies. After one of his rants, the women had enough. They take selfies upload them on twitter and tag him. Every day, several times in a day. Good gosh! Silly vain women!
**Bat my eyes and cover my mouth while I giggle**
Is AIB listening? Your show was abusive, crass and had a base sense of humour but it made me laugh. I know it was scripted, I know all of you were play-acting. Oh yes, even Alia Bhat.
But … to my flawed understanding, it was mature, tolerant and fun. It is exactly what I want my India to be. Human, tolerant, mature and good natured fun.
You see, to my already established female limited understanding, I find that we’re surrounded by stern and increasingly intolerant forces. We go online and see death, beheadings, women being raped, taken hostage and made sex slaves. All this and more in the name of culture and religion.
I don’t want us to die of fear, or suffocation. I want to laugh. Sadly laughter and plain old fashioned fun scares a certain section of society. That section wants to decide if we should be ‘allowed’ to have fun or not. They get off on the power of denying simple fun, much like the mullahs in our neighbouring countries whom they profess to hate. But actually they are exactly like those men with their restrictive decrees.
Dictators hate laughing people and find them scary. Laughing people are more likely to say, “Fuck this shit, I don’t care”than people who get suppressed and bullied.
I want to laugh, plain and simple. I want to breathe without repressive forces trolling me or trying to suppress the spark in me.
Like those Weasley twins in Harry Potter who knew things were going downhill but wanted to still have fun.
Thank you, Mr. Ashoke Pandit for your concern about your culture. It is not mine. And if AIB listens to my plea, I promise to tweet their shows daily and tag you too, if you want me to.
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January 28, 2015
My legacy as a woman
My boss got both his knees replaced some years ago. Once the doctors allowed him to come back to work, he painfully limped in, expecting life to go back to being as before. Naturally it did not. And of course it did not go well with him. He barked at everyone, threw files around and generally behaved like a spoilt brat. I work in a predominantly male workplace and the men were frankly intimidated. I wasn’t. I saw a scared child in him, scared, overwhelmed and having a meltdown. I earned brownie points because I empathized. My womanly EQ helped.
He watched as his son learnt the ropes and took over, first tentatively and then with increasing confidence and he took the back seat. “I miss it all,” he said wistfully once. I was standing in his humongous office, diary in hand, pen on the ready like a faithful minion.
I snorted. Yes I do have a juvenile sense of humour. “You mean all that WORK?”I asked. I also have an equally huge admiration for teenage sloth.
He shook his head and said “Not the paper work. The factories, the machines, the furnaces, them I miss. I created them out of nothing, with just my hands and my will power. They are my babies, I miss them. I wonder when that quack will let me walk in the shop floor again.”
I did not get it then. Were we in the Asimov world? The boss missed machines? I sniggered. Inwardly of course! I need my job so I kept the face properly sympathetic, collected my instructions for the day and left the old man to moon over his machines.
I think I had a few quiet chuckles in the days that followed, visualising the boss mothering machines. Yep, the juvenile sense of humour.
But that was before I even dreamt of writing my first book. A few weeks later, I bought a domain for my blog. I was shocked and surprised at the wave of emotion I experienced. I did not experience that even when I bought a home for my family. That bit of land with a bricks and mortar edifice is a roof for the family, a thing of utility. Much like a new shawl, it is a thing to be used.
The blog was something else. I had given birth to it. I had created it out of nothing, nurtured it and now I was buying a domain for it. I was in love with it, every post, every comment, every like meant the world. I finally understood what my boss missed. He yearned to be among his babies, to enjoy and relive the moments when he placed them in their slots, to relive the triumph and the pains. I felt the same joy when I finished my first book. The joy was addictive, and I wrote four more and let them out in the world.
I am a woman, a mother. I am fortunate to be born in a country which deifies the messy animalistic ritual that propagates our species. I am fortunate that our country does not look down upon breastfeeding as animalistic and appreciates it as an intrinsic part of nurturing. Babies are valued in this country, even though our population is dense.
I am a woman. But that is not suffixed with a mere. No human being is a ‘mere’human. I have many roles in life. My lesser role in life is that of a wage earner, an office worker. My greater role in life (in my own eyes) is that of a creator, a mother. My creations live, they thrive. I have two sons, whom I nurtured and let go of once they became adults. I also wrote five books, and let them go, live their own lives, once I was done with them. I still blog and have two blogs that I constantly nurture.
My sons are my living legacy. Those lively, intelligent and decent human beings are a source of pride. But then, so are these creations of my mind. These are also my legacy.
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January 27, 2015
Jaipur Diaries
Since 26th Jan fell on a Monday, we had a two day long weekend. In my workplace which is quite a minge when it comes to granting leave, this was a windfall. Throw in a couple of days for “my son/dog/granny has a bad tummy” kind of casual leaves and one has a neat vacation going. So we i.e. son junior, his lady friend and I decided to visit Jaipur. I wanted to see the Litt Fest, they wanted to go a-forting.
23rd was spent packing, getting oil and fuel checked in the car, picking up lady friend from her work place and driving off. The highway was smooth and there wasn’t much traffic apart from one bottle neck. I had been warned that the road is horrible and we should take a driver, but we encountered no such thing. We’d booked a couple of rooms in an old style haveli in Amer. Hotel Amer View, which I think is total paisa vasool.
Good comfortable beds, clean rooms, nice hospitality, and very beautiful. Imagine falling to sleep looking at this kind of ceiling!
The next day, fresh and breakfasted we went to the Jaipur Litt Fest. It was chaotic to say the least. Imagine letting loose a crowd more suited for the Pragati Maidan sort of trade fair into a venue more suited for less than half of the number. Imagine advertising it as an “no entry or registration required”and then wanting them to get a badge at the entrance. And then imagine having a crowd waiting to get those badges and blocking the people who have to exit from the same goddamn way!
In that chaos you have college kids, little Pinky and Chunnu whith their Mummy and Papa, who spend time telling the children that they have to sit quietly and listen to Hon’ble Sh Abdul Kalam quietly and not make a noise. I head Papa tell Chunnu that twice and then decided to forge ahead without the badge. While I pushed through the checkpost, I heard Papa starting his lecture the third time. And then I walked in through the narrow entrance-cum-exit wishing I was Moses and the sea of people would part for me.
It did not.
It was nightmarish! Stampedes happen in places like that. It took me a good five minutes of being buffeted to and fro until I won safe passage into the fair. Phew!
Verdict : They should train with Pragati Maidan before holding the next Litt Fest or at least make separate entry and exits. It is a stampede waiting to happen.
Well remember the crowd at the entrance? That was nothing compared to the crowd at the venue. But, mercifully, it was controlled chaos – or so I thought as I wandered into the huge stall set up by Amazon where I bought two books. I was walking out when it seemed the whole world and its neighbour landed up. I got pushed into a place where I spotted a chiar and lunged for it and decided to sit out the rush to wherever. It seemed that the crowd had the same idea. I clung to my chair, feet planted firm, backside in place while the crowd swarmed around me and settled around me. The announcer said, “We present to you the former President Shri Abdul J Kalam.”
Holy Cow! Meri toh lottery nikal gayi!
He, sadly, wasn’t appreciative of moi’s presence in his talk. He came, announced that all the adults could leave because his talk was for kids. He would give us ten minutes. So what do you do when the former President of India makes that announcement and sits in total silence staring at his watch? You get up and leave. Yes you do.
I made my way to the Google Tent and caught a bit of “Novel Cures”: Ella Berthoud and Indrajit Hazra in conversation with Samit Basu. I also met a couple of blogger friends like Purba Ray and Rekha Kakkar. On my way out I met a blogger I haven’t yet interacted with Sudha G.
I had lost the son and his friend in this Kumbh Ka Mela and so I set out to locate them. Cellphones did not work, the network was down and so was the wi fi. That is when I had a couple of celebrity moments. I met someone who said I looked just like my FB pics and she loved my book called Hilawi. I was flattered. I also walked past a couple of kids who seriously debated whether I was an author or not. That was cute!
I found the son listening with rapt attention to Rajdip Sardesai at Charbagh. The talk was “Deconstructing Change: The Election That Changed India”: Rajdeep Sardesai in conversation with Madhu Trehan and Mihir Sharma. That was interesting.
After the talk, since lady friend was bored and pissed, we decided to move.
Someone please hand me the national award for bravery.
It was around that time that the former President decided to leave. The crowds engulfed us. Pushed and shoved around I found myself near a fountain and I sat down on its stone parapet to wait out the crowds. A woman actually climbed my feet to get a closer view of the great man.
I yelled Excuse me!
She : Sorry but that is Abdul Kalam
Me : These are my feet @$@$#
The lady says half apologetically, “I did not get to see him at all”
I nearly murmured, God is great.
Son saw me in conversation with the lady and came. He introduced himself very politely. The lady wisely melted into the crowd.
Just re-read the blog post and I think it should be called
How not to “do”Jaipur LItt Fest
Not unless you’re invited to speak in it and looked after by an entourage. Sigh! One day, when I grow up I will not be a minnow in a pool of sharks. Perhaps.
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January 21, 2015
News! News! News!
These days news is not about who did what, but more about who said what.
We’re becoming a nation of gossips. News is also giving us ulcers and spiking our blood pressure.
This perhaps is a better way of ‘enjoying’ news.
As they say it
In THIS IS THE NEWS? we cover the recent affairs, Indian and Global. The ones which are too weird or crazy to be discussed.
If you see a news item which is weird or crazy tweet it to them at @rasenshruken and @ishaanlalit
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January 17, 2015
The Fundamental Right to Offend
The Right to Offend has to be made a fundamental right.
Right under the lion wax seal. You know the old fashioned one with the red wax. I am a huge fan of it. As a little girl I loved sitting in the dak ghar of my father’s sarkari daftar and watch the peon heat up the was on a tiny candle, and then stamp the three headed lion on it. It meant that the solemn sarkari work was done. Finito. How I longed to get my hand on the wax which Upendra the peon guarded so zealously.
Khair, chodo, humko kya lena dena?
Social Studies text books taught us that we, along with all the liberal world had been granted certain fundamental rights. They were listed right under the three headed lion.
1. Right to equality: Which includes equality before law, prohibition of discrimination on grounds of religion, race, caste, gender or place of birth, and equality of opportunity in matters of employment, abolition of untouchability and abolition of titles.
2. Right to freedom: Which includes speech and expression, assembly, association or union or cooperatives, movement, residence, and right to practice any profession or occupation (some of these rights are subject to security of the State, friendly relations with foreign countries, public order, decency or morality), right to life and liberty, Right to education, protection in respect to conviction in offences and protection against arrest and detention in certain cases.
3. Right against exploitation: Which prohibits all forms of forced labour, child labour and traffic of human beings;
4. Right to freedom of religion: Which includes freedom of conscience and free profession, practice, and propagation of religion, freedom to manage religious affairs, freedom from certain taxes and freedom from religious instructions in certain educational institutes.
5. Cultural and Educational rights: Preserve the right of any section of citizens to conserve their culture, language or script, and right of minorities to establish and administer educational institutions of their choice.
6. Right to constitutional remedies: Which is present for enforcement of Fundamental Rights.
7. Right to elementary education: Which implies that any child between the age of 6 to 14 should and can be educated.
8. Right to Information
Of course most of them are violated with impunity on a daily basis. Like the very first one. Are you shitting me? How can Mukesh the daily maid who washes the yard and cleans the utensils be my equal? Or the plumber? Though the attitude he displays when our kitchen sink is clogged makes me wonder how high up he considers himself to be vis a vis us in the pecking order.
Khair, chodo, humko kya lena dena?
The rest of the rights are equally laughable. I mean the rights are there, which means our Powers that Be have their hearts in the right place. Sadly they do not have the zeal to implement them.
Khair, chodo, humko kya lena dena?
Except Right to Freedom of Religion, which lately seems to follow the principle of jiski laathi uski bhains.
Khair, chodo, humko kya lena dena?
I would humbly request the Powers that Be to add another fundamental right to the list. It does not have to be implemented rigorously, mind you. It is just that when we violate it, it gives us a legal point to outrage upon.
A sub heading may be added under Right No. 2, i.e. the Right to freedom. Right under the sub heading which says Right to Freedom of Expression. The right I want to be included is the Right to Offend.
How else do we get people to know which right they want to violate, first by wanting to ban PK for poking fun at Gods and then MSG which has a godman making a joke of himself.
Of course spoil sports will start outraging under Right no. 4, that is Right to Freedom of Religion. But then Raam Jaane, God Almighty won’t mind it. He did not mind Jim Carey playing him. Wonder of wonders, he did not even mind Akshay playing him.
Agnostics won’t mind.
Atheists do not care about all this.
Maybe the rest don’t matter.
And if the Powers that Be don’t do it, I have just one thing to say …
Khair, chodo, humko kya lena dena?
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January 16, 2015
Frenemy, “Wrong for the Right Reasons”
January 10, 2015
Girls don’t sing out loud
I can’t sing. Or rather people who have the misfortune of listening to me sing beg me not to. I never learnt how to. One of the rules at home was that I was not supposed to sing anything but bhajans and Sanskrit slokas. Filmy songs were strictly forbidden because the household had male domestic help who may have considered filmy songs an invitation to do the dirty with the girl of the house.
Adjust, Ritu. You’re a girl.
Of course the rationale escaped me. I was barely ten when this rule was put in place. I was singing a cheesy song which went something like this, “Main tujhse milne aayi mandir jaane ke bahane”
Translation : I’ve come to meet you by pretending to worship at the temple.
The servant giggled at the words. My horrified parent forbade me to sing out loud, and to never sing movie songs. As a reaction to this I refused to sing bhajans and slokas either. So I never learnt to sing.
At ten, I’d become a rebel.
There were many things I was not supposed to do as a girl. The school was a spoil sport and did not let me join the Electrics hobby course along with my brothers. Girls went into embroidery. They were not supposed to change bulbs, set up electrical circuits in series or parallels. Girls were not supposed to know the difference between the two or even care.
Adjust, Ritu, you’re a girl.
I brought in the ladder and unscrewed all the bulbs in the dining room. At twelve I became an anarchist.
Curfew times for me were rigid. It rubbed me the wrong way because I grew up with eight brothers. In hindsight, I realize that the adults over-reacted. They did not know what to do with a girl, so they tried to be over-protective.
I’d wear my brother’s clothes, hide my hair under a cap, and jump out of windows and go join my siblings to play cricket and football. I also kept my favourite sling shot, a tester and a length of wire in the pocket of my shorts. As a teenager I learnt how to be prepared for every eventuality and to be dressed for the occasion.
Frilly dresses are not conducive to jumping out of windows and sliding down rusty drainage pipes.
The adults enrolled the brothers for martial arts in their adolescence. It was the only way to keep the furniture in the house intact during their testosterone fueled hormonal outbursts. After a lot of deliberation, I was also sent to learn. I was told, Girls may not have to beat up people, but they should learn that they can. It is a useful skill. Learn, Ritu. You are responsible for your own safety.
The adults shocked and surprised me. Delighted I rewarded them by beating up everyone I could. Any girl who grows up with male siblings knows basic self defence. The lessons taught me how to refine it all.
Why should boys have all the fun?
I am old now, grey too. But I am not feeble. I still have my trusty screw-driver cum tester and length of wire. I can carry out minor repairs in the house. I haven’t lost my agility and can climb up ladders, clean fan blades and change bulbs. I’ve brought up two sons, held my own against them when we warred/horsed around. I even played volleyball (badly) and basket ball with them.
I can even fly kites, a skill they did not learn.
Yes, I am a woman, an old woman to be precise.
That does not make me something precious to be protected. That does not make me fragile or weak. I can live in this world on my own terms, reinvent myself and adapt. I am not less than or more than a man.
I am a woman.
I even sing, off-key.
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January 7, 2015
Naming a baby, modern style
No havans or namkaran ceremonies, no christenings can work now. Technology has taken over.
Just this …
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