On Being Thirty-Four: Then & Now
I wonder if being thirty-four has changed in the last three decades.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
I wonder if being thirty-four has changed in the last three decades.
I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…
miss how easy it used to be to fall in love. I miss its effortlessness. I miss not even knowing that it could be an effort.
Western feminism talks about the infantalisation of women. Childish behaviour is rewarded, glorified and in some cases, forcibly attributed too. I think the Indian counterpart is a bit different – but there is an Indian counterpart. The Indian culture, across states idolizes the Plain Jane. In general conversations among my…
Mumbaikers don’t consider a minute well-spent unless it’s used for something tangible. Conversations don’t count.
We can choose to get angry or nitpick or find fault with or be offended by. Or we can choose to look at what a wonderful experience it is. Love.
You don’t have to be a ‘real’ anything to be real.
When will being me feel like a success?
I almost said no and called this post ‘Not A Party Girl’. Instead, today I chose my Inner Madonna.
Hello. I am an Angry Woman. This is not the same thing as Angry Girl that gives rise to a subculture of music and other pop references. It has only partly to do with my age.