My womb in agnst

Slam down the biological clock,Screaming at me tick tock, tick tock. Clomid, Metformins, that thirsty blood sucking syringe,Like it’s a past life revenge.Ensure a supply of Collagen and vitamins,Don’t you dream of a bottle of Heineken.Gluten free, high protein,Your unsolicited advice is truly bothering. Despair aligned to the moon waxing or waning,My wombs agnst is silently draining.Soaked bedsheets after nightfall,Awkward […]

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Boys don’t cry

If you asked me at 15 for exchanging my life for that of a man, I would grab the chance with both my hands. For longest period of time, I felt being man was so much easier. But today, I feel sorry for men. What! Am I bonkers? You will rub the gender pay gap in my face, the unfair […]

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Sculptures

Louvre राजवाड्यातील Monalisa लावाटत असेल का एकटेपणा?Selfies च्या ओलाव्यात एक निराळाच कोरडेपणा.चाहत्यांच्या तर्कांची वाटत असेल का गंमत?सिम्तहास्याच्या पड्याआड असेल Italian सेठाणी हळूहळू खचत. Gizaच्या Sphinx ला आला असेल का प्रचंड संताप?रणरणत्या सहारा मध्ये बसुन दाखवायचे तिने कोड्यांचे प्रताप.Pharaoh बरोबर स्वस्तातला सौदा केल्याचा वाटत असेल का खंत?विदुषीचा सन्मान सोडून स्विकारला तिने वाळवंतात द्वारपालिकेचा अंत. Copenhagen च्या Mermaid ला वाटत असेल का पोरके?समुद्रकिनारी बसूनही तिला भीक घालेना तिचे टोळके.प्रेमापोटी वाहून गेल्याने वाटत असेल का फसगत?जगावेगळे स्वप्न पाहून केली मत्स्यराणीने हिंमत. New York च्या Fearless Girl ला वाटत असेल का Peer pressure?बुरसटलेल्या परंपरांना सामोरेजाऊन गाठायचे तिला शिखर.निरागस बालिकेला वाटत असेल का हा कसौटीचा प्रवास?शेकडो वर्षानंतर वळून पाहिल्यावर जग म्हणेल पोरीने लिहीला एक अनोखा इतिहास. 23 September 2018

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A Shoutout to Sisterhood

Gone is the era when a “Female Boss” meant Doom and a devil in disguise. A group of women could be united only to belittle someone. I have grown up in an era where real women were portrayed as goddesses or monsters on screen. A mother is an epitome of all warm, sacrificing Martyr of the war whereas the bad woman wore skimpy costumes, danced with a glass dangling around the villain. On the silver screen, the bad woman could be the evil mother in law or the scheming sister in law. Move to 2019, I am really pleased at the moment with wave of strong women lead films and TV shows. I am madly,deeply, obsessively in love with Vinaelle, as much as Eve could be. My ears paid all attention when the woman entrepreneur consoles Fleabag…”It gets better with age, I promise.”Sobhita’s character Tara in Made in Heaven had deep shades of grey, she was flawed yet unashamedly ambitious, a savvy business woman yet deeply ethical in running her ventures. I haven’t seen such an unapologetic woman painted on mainstream Indian media since Tagore’s Binodini. Another gem, is Lipstick under the Burkha. A movie finally showcasing Indian women’s desires; to be heard and not just seen, to be felt, understood and not just used.Although, Panga seems like a formula film, I would still score it for its attempt on the sisterhood camaraderie.But the movie, which had me in tears recently […]

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#MeToo

#Metoo, Me three, Me fourLet the silences unschackle and make a way for an outpour. That brutal gaze, that unwanted touch, those lewd remarks,With a sly smile, mock laughter or those numerous fake pleas. In dark alleys, on morning runs,in a broad daylight bazaar, amidst ganpati processions. That builder in slippers on the train , the whats his name lad drowning in perfume at the bar, the man in a suit with a fancy car. Empty promises, emotional blackmail or unwarranted threats,Sober or drunk, in isolation or crowded streets. My chiffon sari, my friend’s floral dress, my sisters short skirtWill tell you the same story of vulnerability,Of burning rage, of unspoken words, of moral guilt trips, of repressed shame.Ofcourse, the person responsible wasOnly Me. With no safe place to disclose, hush your tone, what will They think, it happens, you will fall flat on your nose. Time we address a change and create an uproar.Because it has been MeToo, Me Three and Me Four. 17 October 2017

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