I, The Woman And Her Wishes....

Year 2001 – Final Examination for University. The typical mind pressure of getting good percentage. Cause let’s face it, that is how family & relatives tend to conclude about our future and to some extent they also draw character sketch. For e.g. getting anything below 60% makes you a bad girl involved in boyfriend. TYPICAL!! Anyhow. There were few gals in college, whose motive was to study till they die, seriously. And then there were few who did not seem to understand the concept of exams at all. Third was my kind of category who studied strictly by calculation. Like good enough to survive in this crazy competition.. Three things I remember about my grad. Examination.   One - I wore my lucky dress on each exam day since I strongly believed in green color.   Two - One of my good friends forgot the date of examination of MBIT subject. Third - My parents ensured I don’t have to go for exams riding bicycle since I hated it.   Two is what I am gona nar

Once the entire menu was decided, the arrangements for preparing the dinner started. The responsible people for the camp got all the required cooking utensils (although utensil is very tiny word for it) Sack full of onions, ginger/garlic, tomatoes, bucket of Chickpeas (white chanaa) flour, Suji (hulwa) and all other required spices. As we all know what Onions can do to us, nobody wanted onions for obvious reasons. So our teacher delegated who is to do what. And since I had been always the most favorite student to my teachers she picked me to deal with onions/ginger/garlic with couple of other girls. Boy! The sack with onions smelled like one of those vegetable markets after all vegetables are sold. eeekkss..  I along with my close friend picked a corner to sit chit chat and started peeling onions. And I swear to God L I still haven’t forgiven those stupid onions for bringing tears in my eyes. Initially, it irritated and we cribbed but soon we kind of lost it.  Like we wer

So this was in the year 2000, at a National Integration Camp, Goa. The state I belong to; we people here take immense pride in a lot of things, almost everything in fact. Most important of all being that we are FROOOOM ‘Punjab’   And it kind of gives a natural bravery feeling or may be or whatever. Students present there to attend this camp from all different states, had something very common for us in their eyes. By us I mean for students of my state. As we chased time, and we interacted with each other (and few got entangled and newfangled), we established that- -That thing in their eyes we saw, was our image. Because of the impression they carried about us. In their words, we were known as very angry, super hyper and highly prestigious population.   Like who is not these days huh??? Now, while this is what they thought about us,  In the middle of all this we also noticed that students from other states were kind of cautious and polite while talking to us. The

Final year of Graduation By the time I was in third year of my management degree course, I was a total masterpiece. I hated men. I was a strong headed stubborn young lady. My thoughts and dressing sense was frowned upon by society and relations. As far as I was concerned, I treated entire society as bunch of jerks carrying their uncouthness and trying to spread the disease of inequality and absurdness every where. I very well remember one of the incidents wherein I had attended the NSS camp. During the camp, one of the tasks for the girls was discussion about orphans in our society and the girl child. At one point while talking and discussing, I brought an idea of adopting girl child or children who have no families. My teacher and few other girls interrupted and said, socially it’s not feasible because blah blah blah……….and also because we feel these decisions are of precarious nature. For a moment, I was speechless. I was like “then why the hell are w

I feel our last 2 generations were extremely selfish and busy in making money and playing mind games. And the elders in politics who just don't want let go of their positions and ego. Although, I strongly believe that we have 99% bullshit in our culture; some how I also feel that it were parents/families who missed out on giving some crucial teachings, values to future generations. ... They clearly to a large extent failed to make females independent and strong in every way, most of it mentally. An independent women automatically develops the guts to kick a man's ass at right time, in right place when required. Women even today strongly suffer deep down a feeling of security. Our earlier generations totally failed in making males in our society sophisticated enough so that they could accept women just as humans and part of society. Our families never felt the need to feed them with right and wrong. And as I always say, every segment in society has managed to achi

Summer of 1999 The breaking news spread like wild fire in the entire college. And it ought to be. Reason being- it was in the history of that college wherein the typical dress code clause for women was removed. So basically, women students were allowed to wear jeans/trousers too if they want. But that was it. Nothing more or should I say nothing less :D Well, according to me it was the best thing ever. However, on one hand where it brought huge relief to me, at the same time it invited way more competition in dressing among girls. Majority of girls from regular arts/ honors  still continued with the dress code. But the commerce and management girls,  "Holy cow!" As I mentioned earlier in my posts, we use to hear a lot of rumors about the Principal of our college. Starting from how strict she was to why was she divorced. Honestly, I personally had made my own impression about her and boy it was good. I always thought that strictness was required as part