I have been shocked, stunned to silence by the growing number of sexual incidents against women…starting from Nirbhaya and on to so many more after her… probably the exact reaction the perpetrators want us women to have. If we take it as a given risk such as driving on the roads is… we will wear seat belts regularly but still drive… we will cover from head to toe, apply curfew on ourselves, be escorted everywhere by family/friends, dare not to stand up and say what we think raise our voices still go out and about our businesses. We will go about our business… we are adults, we can still fend for ourselves. Is this why the cowards have started attacking 4-year olds, 5-year olds or even 8-year olds? This makes me ask so many questions… What kind of men has our society created? What have they been told about the purpose of girls and women?
These children cannot fend for themselves… so through the shock of the latest incident I have an anger… a rage… against society, against how we are bringing up the future sons and daughters… against our policies that are not strong enough to convict and carry out sentences on the spot…
Are we telling our sons it is ok to molest a woman?
Are we praying everyday to keep our daughters safe as they go out on their own… ?
Why can’t we get basic security for 50% (or less because of female foeticide and infanticide) of our country’s population?
There are days when I think… I so don’t belong here… here being defined as the time and place that I was born. At every stage of my life it seems I have pushed against barriers, moved away from the beaten path, been the mad hatter of the family, the ever unpredictable me… Then I think… I was born a millennial, born different, with my own idea of how I want things to be, what things I want done and how I want them done. So…. I know my own mind… so THAT is a good thing … Right? Ofcourse it is! There… I needed to write that out to re-enforce it in my mind 🙂
What is it with women and their obsession with dropping dress sizes…? Let me tell you a story… I was shopping for jeans at the Mall today and there was a whole drama going on in the fitting room next to mine. Lets call the lady in the limelight Ms.X. From the loud discussions she was having with her friend who had come along, I understood that she had gone from a perfect Jeans size 28 to a truely unwholesome 29!! She swore to high heavens about her eating habit and her obsession with ghee, chocolates and mithai. She almost took an oath that she was about to eat her last sundae at lunch and never again touch another till she came back to her perfect 28…. which got me thinking… why is it so bad to be a size M or an L and not an XS or S? What is the big deal?
Shopping which is generally a therapuetic experience became a revelation of sorts today…raising many questions. I have had my trysts with dieting and size zero obsessions but I didn’t think it could get much worse than that… getting to and maintaining a particular size can actually be the overuling factor in many women’s lives. I wonder how this comes about? Do we blame the society? the individual? the ancient forces of nature? the modern fast food convenience or the changing lifestyles? How come people in Mohanjodaro didn’t have to exercise at all… and 1 extra sundae at dinner becomes an issue?
“An Idle mind is the devil’s … ehh.. workshop/design lab”… this is what I have realized in my 2 jobless weeks so far. Although I am finally working on some long pending reading list and work on the small projects at home that I had out off for a long long time citing work, busy schedule and time away from home; there are times when my mind cooks up the stupidest of worries and issues that would have never crossed my mind were my energies elsewhere manifested. Now I know where Ekta Kapoor gets her ideas for Saas-Bahu crap… ToTal vellapanti…
So what is today’s program I think… gym? (NO!!); home chores? (NO way!!); watching TV? (Hmm…); reading a book (YES!)… lazing on the couch (Ohh yes!)…
Hello People… I am a newbie blogger. This is going to be my forum for venting out my fuzzy / fuzzed logic 🙂
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