Musical But Not By Identity
I come from musical history. I trained in vocals & an instrument. I’ve won prizes, performed concerts. But music is not my identity.
I come from musical history. I trained in vocals & an instrument. I’ve won prizes, performed concerts. But music is not my identity.
February brought a lot of gifts and a lot of lessons. Hear that, 2017? Lessons don’t all have to be hard and suffering-riddled. Well, perhaps not true.
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…
At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
Imaan Sheikh was the name on Twitter’s buzz because of a screenshot of her tweets from three years earlier.
The Mumbai metro recently announced a separate coach for women only.
I know what I saw. I know the sense of danger I felt. I know that unmistakable instinct women develop about trouble. There was something off.
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…
Since the Shakti Mills gangrape incident hit headlines, my sense of self has been shaken up badly. I’m finding that I’m just unable to turn the page and move on with life as usual.
The man I called ‘Mr.Everyday’ broke my heart and other things.