Silent Speaker

What is this feminism? (From prism of a 21 year old city girl) My Facebook profile tells my political view as “Feminism” since last 3-4 years. I don’t quiet remember what triggered me to change it to so. I do not say it out loud either that I’m a feminist. Hell but I’ve written answers for my political science paper and actually had scored decently in it. I don’t know what exactly feminist do or how they live their lives differently from people who don’t identify themselves as feminist. I’ve heard girls burning their bra, not shaving their public hair…you know the type A personality alpha females who are sexy-and-i-know-it. I know I’m nothing like that. I can’t control anyone let alone dominate. I do shave my hands and legs every time I want to wear skirt or swimming costume. I am positively type B somewhat less assertive personality. I’ve cried in front of other people and have done so at most inappropriate times. I’ve openly expressed my deepest of deep feelings and...

I took a quiz on Facebook. "What career would best suit you?" I was sure what the results would show. WRITER . There are predictable questions and there are predictable answers to all the online quizzes streaming on facebook. True, I did some writing. However I always looked at writing as a mistress -a pleasurable pursuit. Not a profession to get married to.  Yes I write to express my thoughts. I write to free my painful, joyful, mixed and rosy thoughts. I do not know any other form of self expression. I may, to some extent, be a little good at juggling words to form fancy sentences. But when someone ask me,  "Oh! So are you a writer?"  I unconsciously blurt out, "Yeah…umm… I mean..ummm… I have a blog on which I write sometimes."  But I never firmly say,"Yes, I'm a writer." It is not a modesty issue. It is because I have never considered myself a writer. I'll tell you why. While speed walking on the foot ...

I'm one of those crazy Hunger Games movies fan member. I did not read the book but I loved the movie series. It may be one of the most powerful depiction of a dystopian society. But it pretty much is realistic and if you look beyond the frills and fancies you might see various countries in form of districts and the tributes in the form of thousands of soldiers that die in war from each of the countries. And for what? Of course for peace and brotherhood, just like in Hunger Games. But since John Lennon's "Dreams" have a very long way to go, it is a debate we will not dwell into for now. Two movies released so far has taught me three most crucial things in life. 1. Have a powerful skill 2. Have a lot of alibis 3. Know your enemy The first on the list is developing a skill.Katniss Everdeen had her bow and arrow- well you don't need that skill so much, but you do need to learn and excel what you're truly good at, just like every tribute in the Hunger ...

Can one really fall in love with a place which is yet to be visited? Is it possible to drench in the alluring culture, history and captivating power of the place; slowly and unknowingly mystified by this love, even before setting a foot on its ground? People call it “falling in love with the idea of love”. Maybe this is what it is. But when I was finally destined to visit “Delhi”, it felt as if I belong there and visiting this enigmatic land was nothing but visiting my home. Delhi. It has become a part of me. How? Well I don’t know. I eagerly listened and greedily watched everything related to Delhi. And when I finally went there it was like a salvation. Political power of India, Delhi feels like a royal place. And it is. The long stretched organized roads, the metros which will shame all the futuristic movies ever made in our country and the food! Yes, the food; be it from local dhabba or a 3 star restaurant, is a majestic experience in itself. People from all over ...

 "16 was surreal, 18 was a tad presumptuous and as I turn 21 today, it feels like crash landing a fully functional plane on a smooth runway! " Yup I am 21 years old. Perhaps the most confusing and dazed birthday of all. So much is going to change from now on. Not only am I going to shrug off the protective cover of my parents but also put on a responsible coat of  life at the same time! Even writing this feels like writing fiction. But this is reality! I am full blown in my 20-something! Till now I saw this world, and have made several mental notes unconsiously of what I don't want my life to be! Now is the time to pull out those notes and reminders and put them into force. As I had mentioned in my previous posts, I am in alice-in-wonderland situation. I see different roads in front of me. And I keep asking that furry cat, "Which road should I take?" I don't have slightest clue. All look the same to me right now. True I could change my path in the fut...

Today I completed watching one of the most spectacular series ever made "Six Feet Under". This series had me glued since episode 1. I loved the way each character was opened up and the way in which dynamic effects that everyday events have on us was captured simplistically. Yet left me pondering over it for days. I related to each of the character at some point of time. I am a big fan of darkness of human emotions, mystery, death and blood. But Six Feet Under defitely had more than death. It accepted death as everyday affair and potrayed fragility of humans and life in general. Each episode began with death and each season began with birth of new outlook of each chracter. The Finale though is the most favorite part of the entire series. Youngest in the family,Clair Fisher drives to New York to begin her new life. The unspeakable emotions she feels before leaving her house left me numb. Even though she hated most of her life in the house, she took a part of it with he...

Now a days I look in the mirror every morning. And I could not recognize this person that I see. She looks just like me. Her face cut, her hairstyle, her unkempt eyebrows. Everything is just like me. The thing that made this girl a stranger is...her eyes. I could not make out the color, the depth...almost hollow eyes. Eyes harboring immense fear. Coming months are going to be the turning point, the decision phase of my life. What I choose in this time to come, would hugely influence what I shall turn out to be. Degree college has ended. I shall receive degree. Leave my old happy go lucky attitude towards life and venture out. There is no time to even stop and feel the post-college emptiness. Such is the wide and captivating presence of the future to come. I positively feel fear. I could affirmatively label this feeling as fear. Fear of what? This has no definite answer. Fear of launching out, fear of fulfilling my ambition, fear of fitting in, fear of standing firm as a adult an...