I created the image above. Doesn’t it look sketchy? And odd…since such signs are usually black-on-yellow and not green-and-black-on-blue? Moreover, the lady is wearing spiky heels and wielding a shovel. Oh well, that’s why I’m saying….Caution ahead, Women at work! I’m going to be a hypocrite and talk about…
I finished reading Aunt Erma’s Cope Book yesterday. For a good part I thought it was a whole lot more cribby than her usual self but entertaining nevertheless. This lady certainly hit fame and creative expression through cribbing. But I really loved the last chapter. Something she said about depression…
My jeans are too tight for me to breathe. I’ve put on weight. *Groan*. Why, why, WHY should it matter? I am not fat. I have never been fat. I am not going to be fat. And if I do, will it matter? Yes, it damn well will. Mum beams…
There is a world of difference between ‘student’ and ‘alumni’. If I had to write ‘Things they never told me about in b-school’, it would run into volumes.
It was just another day. Of course it was….was I expecting a red carpet and garlands? Yes, I know every day should be a celebration like Sushmita Sen says. A day like this is only symbolic. But well, what wrong with symbols? Symbols are reminders. And I remembered yesterday that…
This is my contribution to the blog-a-thon on Street Harassment organized by Blank Noise Project. Mama says don’t go here, don’t go thereDad tells me to stop ‘attracting attention’ with my clothesMa tells me she doesn’t have a problem if I look good; only that other people will think so…
Chatting with my cousin who’s in the middle of the placement week in top-notch b-school… He says that the international companies were all looking for women this year. All the women on campus had the most offers and best paychecks. I smirked when I typed “Maybe we just are superior”….
Who are you by what you like doing?
