We all have to accept it: growing up was really tough. As students we spent most of our time trying to live up to our parents’ expectations, juggling academics, extracurricular activities, and friends. Well, most parents will say that they had very simple expectations; they only wanted us to do good in our respective careers. Hence all the pressure.
We’ve all had that one particular annoying auntyji in our childhood, who kept comparing every achievement of ours with that ever-elusive Sharmaji ka beta / beti. If we scored 90%, Sharmaji’s progeny scored a 99%; if we won a state tournament, the young Sharma scion was made an international champion of some obscure sport, but yes, please take note: INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! Continue reading “The Sharmaji ka Beta / Sharmaji ki Beti Syndrome”
Let’s get to the point: I’m the black sheep of the family. Everyone in the family (except me of course) is an expert swimmer and thus a water sports enthusiast. Hence you can imagine the general scenario on our family trip to Malaysia. In Kuala Lumpur, during our stay at the Genting Highlands, I went gaga over all the rides. I felt so proud: I’d braved the toughest and scariest of rides. And then, that amazing feeling didn’t stay for long as we traveled to Langkawi the next day. Continue reading “A Non Swimmer’s Parasailing Experience”
With the recent furor caused by the misogynist remarks made by MP Vinay Katiyar, what ensued did not include any decent apologizing, but merely political mud-slinging. In the light of the same incident, I wish to point out the mentality behind a considerable chunk of people who hold women in such contempt. Continue reading “And They Ask If I’m A Feminist”
It had been a year since I had seen the face of the track. Throughout the year, I had struggled to escape from the routine I was entangled in, but to no avail. Now that life had offered me a window in the form of a cancelled meeting, I had some time to spare for myself, to breathe and to relax. As usual, on the way home, I drove past the Balewadi stadium. My head turned involuntarily, as it did everyday, to catch a glimpse of the shining red of the synthetic warm-up track in contrast with the lush green of the grassy field it encircled. Continue reading “The Comeback”