I can like Guns and He can like Pink
January 23rd, 2012 § 2 Comments
It’s common knowledge that I hate stereotypes. And to add credibility to my hate, there are studies which show how often we base our decisions on them (mostly wrong). One of the things I have noticed recently is the Gender Stereotyping. Of course, I have been reading about it and have outraged on certain occasions. My reputation for most annoying idealist feminist is not without a reason.
Did you know that each time you tell your child that pink is for girls and boys don’t cry, you create those stereotypes. Not just create them, when you teach your child that liking pink is not right for a boy, You create guilt feelings for life that are associated with a freaking color. Why? Don’t you think there are enough things in life for a child to worry about rather than the thought that somehow liking a color or a toy is wrong.
And to think, the feelings are so ingrained that I once made fun of a teammate for wearing pink shirt. As an adult, shouldn’t I know that it’s just a color and anyone is free to like it? When did girls patent pink and boy patent guns? We don’t even think twice by reinforcing such stereotypes.
We talk about gender equality. But how can we have it if we are still using century old stereotypes. I have always been good at maths. But that’s supposed to be an exception. Why? I think it’s result of education. It was my father’s love of maths that led him to teach me, in turn my being good at it. Yes, some differences are inherent in our biology. But if a boy wants to cry, that’s part of his biology too. When will we learn to treat our kids in the same way? Girls can like Guns and Boys can like Pink without being labeled as abnormal. Let’s take it from there and hope real equality follows.
100 words
December 20th, 2011 § 2 Comments
Neil Gaiman is one of my favorite authors. And did you know that he writes such beautiful poems as well? When I read this one, I knew I wanted to look at it every day. So I ordered this as a little birthday present to myself from Neverwear
and it’s a signed print
(Can’t wait for it to arrive)
Have a read yourself –
100 Words by Neil Gaiman
A hundred words to talk of death?
At once too much and not enough.
My plans beyond that final breath
are currently a little rough.
The dying thing comes on so slow:
reluctance to get out of bed
is magnified each day and so
transmuted into dead.
I dream of dying all alone,
nobody there to watch me pass
nothing remains for me to own,
no breath remains to fog the glass.
And when I do put down my pen
my memories will fly like birds.
When I am done, when I am dead,
and finished with my hundred words.
Older, but not Wiser
December 19th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Another year gone by. And what a year it was. From Heartbreaks to life changes, it had everything in it. I live such a soap-opera life.
Here’s a recap:
- I moved to a new continent.
- I’m back in school.
- Boy broke my heart. yet again. And in million pieces. You would think by now I will be wiser to it.
- Personal crisis in family. We are still coming to terms with it.
- Knee problem is finally diagnosed. And while I go through the pain each week, It does mean less ankle/leg mishaps in long run.
- I now have an enviable collection of OPI nail paints. (One girlie point has to be there)
- I also belong to apple slave category now. Phone, Laptop, iPod – yup they got me. One shiny gadget at a time.
And to top it all, few hours before my birthday I met Neil Gaiman. He not only signed my books and let me have a pic with him, he also liked my T-shirt and wrote Happy Birthday on one book. How awesome is that?
I’m still in fangirl heaven and it’s been 2 days
)
There were disappointments, of course. But I think at the start of new year, I’ll just ignore them or forget them if I can.
Here’s to me. Hopefully, one day I’ll be wiser.
Just another Day
December 1st, 2011 § 5 Comments
All in a Day-
Queensland passed legislation for civil Unions. A great day for Equal Rights.
Afganistan punishing women for trying to avoid Domestic Violence. A defeat for Humanity.
India discarding safety and still going ahead with Nuclear plans. Another nail in the coffin of environment and people.
And me, wondering when will this all end?
And then a fleeting memory of me arguing passionately about some issue like this and you teasing me with same passion about being wrong.
Some days are just too long.
So who are you today?
November 28th, 2011 § 4 Comments
Sometimes I forget which stereotype I’m playing. There are so many.
At work, I’m the Indian Girl. With some Indian people, I’m the North-Indian Girl. With North-Indians, I’m the Delhi Girl.
At Uni, I’m the IT girl. At IT dept, I’m the Psych Girl.
With some acquaintances, I’m the Snob. With some friends, I’m the out-of-control girl.
Fun fact is I’m probably all of those and yet none of those.
You cannot define me by a stereotype that got passed down by some ignorant schmuck. You will have to make an effort and get to know me before trying to fit me in a box.
It’s possible I might use some similar stereotype. Remind me of my mistake. Fascinate me. Make me get to know you. Be it a boy or girl.
Make people get to know you. Get to know people. Most of us are fun. (And if somehow you are in the bracket that I ignore, either I am unaware of it or you are just not fun)
People, Blogs, Sex, Complaints
November 24th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
This is 5th blog post that I started in past few weeks and haven’t been able to finish.
I was going to write about heart-breaks, sex, dating and blah blah. Each time I began, I had something to say. However, halfway through, I would remember that my brother, my ex, my ex-colleagues know about this blog and might just read it. This, of course, meant that I leave the post unfinished or delete it.
Anonymity that internet offered has been destroyed thanks to my own foolishness of sharing this blog’s link on FB.
Note to Self: If you ever plan to write about sex and dating, start a new blog and do not share the link.
Then whole thing about being a failure. It seems that being lonely or homesick depicts your failure in the chosen path. Which of course is nothing but load of bull-shit. I’m overall a happy person (At least I like to think so), but every now and then I do miss home and feel sad. That doesn’t mean I’m not content with the direction my life is taking. I am. I’m allowed to be Happy and Sad at the same time. I’m allowed to be far from home, love my life and yet miss home. I don’t know if I did the right thing. I will probably not know it for another 10 years. Whatever it is, it makes me Happy.
First time in years, I get excited about work. I don’t dread Mondays anymore. I love going to Uni and listening to Profs. So For now, I’m good. Thank you very much.
Festival Blues
October 24th, 2011 § 4 Comments
I love festivals. Not because of any religious inclinations or significance, But because of the cheeriness they bring along. Most festivals in India demand family presence. So if you stay away from home, it is a good excuse to spend time with the family. Of course, shopping for the new clothes, gifts, decorated homes and markets – all of these things just add to the fun. In last 30 years, I’ve spent only 1 Diwali away from home and what a depressing time that was. Now it is time to do it again.
To everyone unfamiliar with Diwali, I explain it as North-Indian Christmas. Family Dinners, Lights everywhere, gifts exchanging. It’s almost the same
Why North-Indian, not just Indian? Well, because most south-Indians I know do not celebrate it. They think it is all about crackers and fireworks. No, it’s not. It’s been more than 10 years since anyone in my family has burst crackers. But that doesn’t mean we don’t celebrate it. Or that we are doing something wrong. Crackers are add-ons. Use them or not – your wish. Same goes for Card-playing. In lot of families, it is a custom. Not in mine.
But I digress. So to make sure I do not fall into Festival-without-family depression, I decided to invite friends over for dinner. Yup, Yours truly is cooking for 10+ people. Of course, That itself is a major stress inducer.
However, Never mind that family is far-off. Never mind that no new clothes for festivities. Never mind that this year there will not be any gift. Never mind that food won’t be as awesome as home. Never mind that there won’t be any sweets. I’ll celebrate it in my own style. I’ll create a new Diwali custom while retaining the essence of it.
So Happy Diwali everyone.
Learn n learn
October 4th, 2011 § 2 Comments
4 months since I left home.
3 months since I started working here.
2 months since I started uni.
2 weeks since we moved into new apartment
1 day since I got a bed and more furniture..
Interesting numbers, they all are.
In between, I learned that
Some people are nice no matter what.
Some will break your heart every chance they get.
You and your best friend don’t have to agree with everything.
As long as you work hard, you’ll be alright.
Challenges are good for the soul.
Heart-breaks make you stronger.
And
Skype is the best thing ever to stay in touch with your family.
What was that?
September 9th, 2011 § 2 Comments
It’s been a weird week.
On last friday, someone asked me out in a bar. Someone just flirted. Someone told me I’m really beautiful. Yup, all in a night. Clearly when I am drink, I become more desirable. (Well, yeah, we already knew that.) My regular coffee place guy told me how good my hair looks. (More flirting??)
I decided I’ve a crush on a cute and plump lecturer who totally ignores me. (Do I detect old pattern here?)
I heard about blasts in Delhi. Luckily my father left high court (where blast happened) just 45 minutes before the blasts. I was shit scared when I couldn’t reach him. Then turns out he had no idea about them and was surprised I knew it before him. Power of Twitter??
Then I sprained my ankle and spent a day at home.
Today, It hailed on me. And its supposedly spring.
Of course, paper is still pending. I did write few hundred words though.
Now how am I supposed to take this week? Good week, bad week, just-plain-weird week?
Procrastination and Me
September 6th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
I should really be writing paper for uni. And what do I do? I get back to blogging.
One would have thought that by now I would have learned to prioritize. But No, all I have learned is to get better at procrastination.
And Uni paper is not the only thing I’m busy ignoring. I was supposed to start working out a while ago. And yeah, weight keeps on increasing, but I cannot manage to get myself inside the gym door.
Yesterday was an eye-opener. I finally managed to get myself motivated enough to go running. And I really went running. Sadly, it confirmed the fact that I don’t have any stamina anymore. I couldn’t even run 1km without almost getting a heart-attack. Yup, my first instinct was also to go and drown myself somewhere (Btw.. corresponding phrase in Hindi is so much better)
Anyway, everything said and done, I’ve decided to finish the paper by end of this week and start running everyday. Who knows I might just do 5km in few months. Also, to save my clothes untimely death, I would also now be controlling my dessert/snack intake (i.e. chocolates and macarons). I guess this would be hardest of three.
Wish me luck!