“I think I’m sad.” “Why? You have a happy family, a good job. You’re following your dreams. How could you even be sad! Stop overthinking.” And I did. Stopped overthinking. Tried to shut my thoughts. My mind, like a puppeteer, kept controlling, overpowering, and diminishing my every last ounce of sanity, self-worth, strength, and energy.Continue reading “‘Distract yourself’”
It’s almost midnight. The rain still softly falls on the windowsill, the blades of the ceiling fan turn slowly just enough to keep the buzzing mosquitoes away. The trivial noises fill my ears for they don’t know my thoughts are narcissistic. My thoughts demand to be heard as they keep getting louder with every spinContinue reading “Letting go”
Who is a feminist? Women who hate men? A male basher? I don’t know what other crazy definitions there are out there. But I do know that feminism is not any of those.
As I sat alone in this lonely, dingy office away from all the action I was missing, my new boss calls for me from his oh-so-huge cabin. And the first thing he sees, are my breasts.
Insults, rudeness, sadistic sarcasm, personal attacks, incivility, yelling, belittling, and demeaning remarks at workplace can hold back anyone who’s otherwise a hard worker. The self doubt ritual that arises from the aforementioned behaviour of a leader or a boss, overshadows all the confidence one has accumulated little by little over a period of time. AContinue reading “When rudeness becomes the workplace norm”
I am a millennial. One of the loathsome, entitled, rebels born in the ‘90s. And in the Indian context, I’m the most conniving, self-indulgent adult-kid (one who’s not allowed to make decisions but is expected to decide and not be taken seriously all the same) who knows not to respect people, let alone money. AccordingContinue reading “The demoralised and demonetised desi millennial”
As I read about the ceasefire violations along the LoC, militant infiltration, army retaliation, thoughts ran wild. I had just finished reading Curfewed Night by Basharat Peer. The average Kasmiri days are filled with events of civilians getting killed, pellet wounds. The ‘heaven on earth’ where normalcy is crippled and loses all meaning with curfewedContinue reading “The memories of a present long gone”
Somehow found comfort in this quote, irrespective the situation. You’re positive, the quote calls for a reality check. You’re negative, the quote calls for a little pep talk. And like all things, there’s a grey area, the in-between, the funzone for chaos. Somewhere in those six words lies an inexplicable mixture of hope and pain.Continue reading ““Times are changing, and people too””
Is death a part of life? Should we embrace it? Does it heal with time? I don’t know yet. All I know is that when a person dies, they leave a hole in their shape in your heart. In your life. A hole that you cannot possibly fit anyone else in. A hole that doesn’tContinue reading “The thing about death”