And so i Thought and Said

I have usually wondered as to what it takes to be strong, to stand alone rather than being a part of the crowd going wrong; to take a stand and to stand on it, more so when you are a girl. It is a man’s world; no matter how many women there are, they always fall short of the men they have to handle daily. The softer (I refrain from calling it fairer) sex, the more patient one; the as the serials portray it, “the idol of sacrifice and perseverance”, what if it takes a stand. What if it challenges the norms? What if it is not submissive? What if it can shout back? What if it can look into your eyes and say, “Do not try to fool me, for I mean business?” What if it decides to be the rebel, the non-conformist? Ideally, there should not be an issue but practically there is a big one. There has been a traditional role defined, a typecast and any deviation from it is so not acceptable. People (read men) will definitely not be comfortable but things do not end there for then comes a scenari

As weird as it may sound, I actually have been saying a heart busting NO to the aloo parathas; No thanks to the flabs (not abs) I am beginning to have. As a girl, I cannot just let go of the ever pounding weight. You may call me fussy but then, even though not a Kareena,I would be more than happy with a Konkana atleast. Anyways, you all know how tough it is to say NO to an aloo paratha. It almost questions your Indian origins. That butter gliding over the hot surface so lovingly seduces you and you just want to go for it. But then, the flabs you see !! Now, that we have had lots of paratha talks, let me just draw an analogy; did you ever realise that the person shouting at you is just like an aloo paratha. All heated up, blaring in your face and anger flowing on him just like the melting butter. Shouting back seems to be the most viable option, but then what does it give you ? A burnt mouth (too hot to handle) and the guilt post that (oh! My flabs; why did I react in this case). S