This is a blog about gender roles and male-female relationships. This time its going to be about a non-sexual (so it is hoped!) relationship. I am an only child and probably am not really qualified to speak about sisters and brothers. On the other hand, I see and hear, I…
I navigate eligible men in the second wave of companionship. No rose-tinted glasses, just practical decisions & a pursuit of love without societal pressures.
Football, football, football! It has only just begun and I’m already sick of it. And I thought the cricket mania was bad!Yes, yes, I’m one of those boring women who don’t know a thing about cars and who yawn at the very mention of sports. But I’m a pretty girl…
Another shouting match with my family. You know those scenes in movies where they’re trying to show a person who’s slowly losing it? They have this deep distorted voice booming all around in dingy gray surroundings. That’s how I feel now. The pressure to tie the knot is making it…
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”….
I kept a diary for 4 years till I transitioned into blogging all my thoughts.I have still kept those diaries though and once in a while I look through to see what life was like then.Some excerpts from my last diary that I called ‘A walk back into reality’: ———————————————5…
Unveiling the ‘Mama’s Boy’ syndrome in Indian Culture – the complex relationship between the Indian man and his mother, and the impact on relationships.
There was a death. And I watched who was allowed to grieve and who was required to show strength. It made me ponder masculinity.
8 a.m. on a weekday morning. Mumbai’s crankiest best. Sweepers shuffling dust into the air with a vengeance, cars spelling out “Eat my dust” in their fumes, people shuffling to work. I stood at the bus stop frowning into thin air, waiting for a bus that was always late on…
The Superwoman origin story:
I am the only kid on the tree in pigtails
I am the daughter who will one day be the ‘man of the house’