The Queen of Random Things

Men and women are raised differently in India. Indians have different perspectives, mindsets, rules, boundaries, societal pressure, values, and teaching for both genders. There is no denying this fact because we have seen a clear difference from the early days of childhood. No, I don’t mean to play a victim card being a woman nor do I want to criticize age-old mentality. But I feel it’s high time everyone realized that everyone has a role to play in society and the blame game doesn't work when we talk about growth or betterment.  “It’s easy to raise boys, It’s the girls we need to be careful around.” I have heard this dialogue multiple times since I was a teenager. I was never able to understand what they meant by indicating one gender grows up with effortless parenting and another demands optimal parenting. It was many years later that I realized society has given superiority to the male gender because boys don’t leave their homes after marriage, cannot bear a child, and do not ha

A couple of weeks ago, one of my old friends sent Instagram voice messages. It had been a long time since we connected and had a worthy conversation. His voice message indicated the same and added that making time for himself had become one of the hardest things, so he decided to send voice notes to his friends for reconnection. Honestly, I felt dejected. Yet, I courteously responded to him without sounding negative.  This encounter reminded me of other incidents where people opted to communicate in the most effortless way possible. And my chain of thoughts started… Social media is the prime reason for preventing the new generation from socialising. Everything is just a tap away. Moreover, you can learn about people’s lives without interacting with them. There is no excitement, mystery, pleasure and suspense thanks to the vastly available internet. People do not have the basic courtesy to greet before starting a conversation or when they come across in person. Asking about well-being a

I am absolutely clueless about what to write, and it's not like I have run out of ideas, but some things are not for everybody. Also, it's better to keep certain things yourself to avoid dropping one more opinion in the sea of opinions. There are a billion things running in my mind and I do want to write down about a lot of them, but I am not entirely sure to share them. What's the point, I feel! Those things just remain words, and if my words can't make an impact on someone, then I might as well keep quiet! That's the thought that passes my mind every time I think of writing something controversial. And it's not about a single thing but a series of things. I was told, that if I wanted to be a part of society, I had to accept it as it is. However, I just can't do it and that's why I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. Not because I want to be a part of society, but because I love peace more than chaos.  It turns out that keeping quiet really gives you

It's been such a long time since I wrote something. Seriously, routine is one of the hardest things. Doing the same thing again and again every day is challenging and boring. Finally, I got some time off and did the one thing I enjoy doing and get to share with others.  Don't think during my time away I was doing something extraordinary. I was trying to fit into a new world that I entered in and Oh my god, it was difficult. I know very few have missed my blogs and did get in touch with me, but I had a lot on my plate. Instead of acting as if nothing happened, I have decided to give you an update about the latest developments in my life.  Let me start with the things I love the most. I can proudly say that this year I have finished reading 36 books before time!!! Even though 18 of them were a manga comic book series I am counting it. I don't know how I managed to read so many books in less than a year and I haven't stopped reading even after finishing my yearly reading c

Lately, I have been tired and engaged with new stuff. The routine, the job, the lifestyle, and a lot of other things have been overwhelming. The  basic  requirement had taken the front seat, and my passion was on the back seat for a while.  I am slowly learning to go back and forth between what I love doing and what I have to do. It will take some time, but I will, I know, find my way back to this.  I am not  exactly  in my zone. However, I have learned you have to mess things up before filtering  important  things and getting your life re-arranged. I wish I could sit and tell many more things, but I have some commitments to adhere to because of duty calls.  I feel like a new person this year, and I am happy with leading a normal and less chaotic life. It’s  amazing  how refreshing one feels without baggage. I have so many thoughts to pen down, but all of them are unorganized, and I have to mentally compartmentalize things.  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing here. But I hav

There is one thing that I strongly disagree with my therapist is the concept of love. She is a hopeless Romantic and believes in lovey-dovey things, and I don't buy it. Oh yes, I decided to take therapy for a reasonable amount of time because fighting my demons alone was becoming too much for me.  Well, back to the topic. According to her, a major part of one’s heart belongs to the partner. She literally drew and explained it to me during a session. Surprisingly, there was no room for her in those sections of the heart and it baffled me the most. I decided not to ask or point it out to date because that’s her perception and I don’t want to rob her of her thoughts. She had different battles than me, so it kind of makes sense why someone would choose to sell the idea of love. That’s how I felt every time she spoke about love. It was almost as if I was listening to a romantic movie narration.  However, I am learning how to not comment and share my mind in a situation where it will que