Back in school, in the senior secondary, in English we had a chapter called Going Places. The story revolved around a girl, Sophie, who loved day dreaming and sometimes went a little too far. Her dreams started to look like realities to her and she was lost.
As soon as a huge flower band on the head comes before our eyes, the first name that comes to our head is, Frida Kahlo. We may not know much about who she was and what she did, her look is iconic. Frida was a Mexican painter who was famous for her self-portraits and showing through them, the female form in its raw form. She led a tragic life and was uncompromising and unapologetic.
The looks inspired by the lady have been done and overdone but I wanted to try my hand nonetheless. However, as most of you would know, I hate doing mainstream things. So to do this, I needed something that set it apart. Something, my Frida had that none of the other ones did. I wanted my Frida to be Indian, ethnic and rooted in my culture. That’s when I decided I wanted to do it with a saree and a hint of sindoor (vermillion), that my mom, for her own reason, wears with pride every single day.
And here we are, the last part of one of my favourite series. For someone, who for the most part of her life, wished she was born as a boy, today, I am proud to be a woman.
It is sad though; sad that a lot of girls I met as a kid, even as a teenager, wished they were a boy too. And I am glad that sooner or later we accept. Accept that we are women, women who can be a boy (whatever that means!), and be so much more.
Ever since my childhood I could never keep friends. I didn’t understand girls most of all. Fighting for petty reasons was beyond me and so I could never keep up.
My colleague recently wrote a story showing how friendships among girls are harder to keep than those between boys. But why is that? This is not how it should be right?
So much has happened. And so much is happening. No matter how much we move forward, there is always something to pull us right back, to pull us down.
We may feel short, small, tiny, minute but trust me, we matter. I matter. You matter.
I remember my father always told me how he would love it, if I become a doctor or teacher. Why? They’re very respectable jobs he would tell me. This is what women ARE seen as, nurturers! I say ‘are’ because with all that’s currently happening, aren’t we still fighting to get out this shell?
Pinterest made me do it.
I’ve been pretty obsessed with mesh and all things related for quite sometime now. It’s never enough! In fact, I am not even the tutus and fairy tales kind so that definitely is not the reason behind this obsession.
Not clear but I think its because mesh just adds so much flavour to boring outfits. Masala! That’s the word.
I do not believe in new year resolutions. No, I don’t. Why would you wait for a particular day to start doing something you’ve wanted to do? I fail to understand that. But, to each, his own.
Poor 2016 is being quoted as the worst year of all times but honestly my year has been sweet and smooth. I have grown tremendously as a person and that for me is the biggest achievement there is. Of course twists and turns do come along and things do not go how they were supposed to sometimes (well, most of the times!) but the few things that do, make it all worthwhile.
I am a strong, independent woman.
Socks are my best friend.
There’s nothing that has fascinated me more, all my life, it only has to be socks. No matter what trends have come in or gone out, socks have always been really close to my heart. I hoard socks like a crazy maniac and I literally have gone on shopping sprees just for socks.
Do I sound crazy? Or are you a partner in my crime?
Slamming patriarchy right in the face.
For every time we’ve been looked down upon for being a girl, treated as weak for who we are, shown pity for our existence, we’ve only come above stronger. No matter how fancy and elegant the previous years in history may look, the condition of women has been a sad topic.
I feel lucky to be born in this era, being aware of my rights and capabilities and not forgetting that there is still tons that has to be done for women, around the world. I’ve been a firm believer in girl power and that only women can help women. I hate to see when girls get jealous of each other and nothing like a ‘sister code’ exists. I do not want this to look like a rant but I would request all girls to support each other in their endeavours and they will see what a better place the world could be.