The Modern Woman
A poem about the Modern Woman. The image is a rangoli I did, copying the cover of Diwali Malar.
A poem about the Modern Woman. The image is a rangoli I did, copying the cover of Diwali Malar.
Don’t we all know a guy who promises the world to every second girl, believing correctly that she’ll keep it to herself because, it still isn’t done for a girl to admit that she’s been with a guy? There is nothing to check him from repeating the same over and over again in future relationships.
I first wrote about the hand in the crowd for Blank Noise Project’s blog-a-thon. The post featured on Yahoo! Real Beauty and also on BlogAdda’s Spicy Picks.
A mobile phone is a daily companion. Who knows the value of a calendar better than a woman who manages clothing, commute, food, grooming & schedule via her body cycle?
Accessories fascinate me more than clothes. Through my college years, these took the form of jewelery, ranging from earrings to medallions, necklaces, anklets, rings, belts and every form of adornment I could find. When I started work, most of my jewelery had to be put away as it was too…
Don’t Be A Bird-Brain, Be A Pig! Pop culture is a mystery. I’m stumped by the success of a game that involves catapulting scowling, winged creatures onto a building to destroy it. The movie Rio: Angry Birdsmay have contributed to its popularity but then again, most people I know went…
It is a fact that the social environment is very different today than the one in which my parents met and started their relationship. Neither mum nor dad really have independent friend circles, let alone know too many single people of their generation. I belong to several social circuits that…
A friend decided that most women were cowards because they would not stand up to their parents, not stand up for the men they wanted to be with.
How is the show ‘Dexter’ about serial killers somehow less horrifying to a cis man than having an honest conversation with a woman?
This is a rather belated announcement but perhaps not so much considering my case. I have a new phone. Yes, I have finally joined the ranks of smartphone owners. Bypassing the Apple fad (yes, yes, I know their products are superior, I just don’t have the moolah, okay?), I’ve gone…