I am about to become invisible. I’ve already looked the part for some time now, but I’m about to be officially stamped as ‘Status: Invisible’ in a few months. I am a woman who is about to turn thirty. Continue reading “Of Feeling Pretty”
There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women. – Madeleine K. Albright
You keep hearing it all the time. In words that go something like, “women are women’s worst enemy” or “how could she do this to me? She’s a woman too….” I’ve lately come to believe, why not? When women have always been pitted against each other Continue reading “Of Women Bullying Women”
I’m told I should ‘share my story.‘ But, I’m afraid by saying it, it will become real.
I suffered an allergy attack over the weekend. I went to get some medication at a local pharmacy on Sunday morning, clearly preoccupied with my inflamed nose and watering eyes, Continue reading “Of Sharing Stories”
It’s not my fault, that I’m not a boy. – Book of Love, “Boy”
I actually have some experience with this. I played Prince Charming at age ten in the first play I ever did. There were a couple of reasons for this. It was an all-kids endeavour, and there wasn’t a greater theatre enthusiast around. Which meant I adapted The Brothers Grimm’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, directed it, made all the props and had little time to actually act. Also, I happened to be the tallest, which was a general, peer-based fact at the time and not the consequence of having a curious number of short girls in the group. And thus began the first of many forays into imagining the male experience in a made-up world, through many plays in years to come, even if the women who played my love interests kept getting taller than me. So what if I stopped growing and started to look like a woman just two years after being Prince Charming? Continue reading “Of If I Was A Boy”
I don’t see why there should be a point where everyone decides you’re too old. I’m not too old, and until I decide I’m too old I’ll never be too f**king old. – Lemmy Kilmister
I am 28. Indian. Female. I am called Amrita. I don’t know what that means to you. I am not quite sure what it means to me either. Continue reading “Of Women and Aging”
If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed; but the cleverest, the acutest men are often under an illusion about women: they do not read them in a true light: they misapprehend them, both for good and evil: their good woman is a queer thing, half doll, half angel; their bad woman almost always a fiend. – Charlotte Bronte, Shirley.
It’s my birthday today. I’ve joined the 27 Club. You know, the club of iconic musicians who died at the age of 27. Except I am sans musical achievements, pop culture image of mythological proportions and have not died as yet, and don’t intend to anytime in the following year. Continue reading “Of Getting Older”
Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim. – Nora Ephron
Happy International Women’s Day!
I used to pride myself at my ability to accumulate a readership here that spanned across all genders and similarly diverse backgrounds. Continue reading “Of Being A Natural Woman”