How does a sheep roll his eyes?

A café close to work has been giving out free croissants+ coffee every morning. You have to fill out a card with your personal details to avail these though. First I gave them my original details, then fake ones and then even P’s details. Finally today morning this is what I filled out: Name: Sangeetha Bijlani Email address- sang.biju@yahoo.co.uk Work place- TLC [this is random] Well, that is how creative I can get :p

We are moving to a different part of the city. The change is big and for people who know me well, I am not a big lover of change. I like things to stay a certain way. Anyway that is a story for another day. Right now, while we have narrowed down on a nice apartment and other stuff, the thing which is worrying me is Z's nursery. He has been going to one since he was 7 months old and obviously is well settled there. So I wanted to make sure the new nursery fits the bill in all ways. This one does, clean toys, nice airy bright rooms and it is almost new, so everything looks sparkling. The only concern I have is, they have men take care of kids as well. When we went into the garden during our visit yesterday, I saw 2 men with the kids. Naturally I thought they were parents, waiting to pick up their kids. But then I noticed they did not leave. I quietly asked the lady who was showing us around who the 2 adults in the garden were. She introduced them as so and so who are her colleagues. ...

http://www.thehindu.com/news/national/tamil-nadu/hc-orders-interim-stay-on-dk-thali-removal-festival/article7101133.ece?homepage=true Just read this news article about this festival where couples have decided to promote gender equality by discarding their thaalis and the Court approving of this. The thaali, for the uninitiated, is neck piece usually made of gold worn by married women. For centuries it has been seen as a symbol of marriage and prosperity. When the husband dies before the wife, a ritual is carried on, whereby the thaali is taken off the woman’s neck. This is usually a unpleasant event whereby the woman is informed that she is the unfortunate being whose husband has left for heavenly abode before her. A woman who dies before her husband does, is therefor held in highest regard and burnt along with the thaali. She is dressed in finery and flowers to symbolize how well she has lived her life and applauding her on the appropriate timing of her demise. I have always found...

It frustrates me to see people pass on messages saying every woman is your [ie. the man's] responsibility. We are in 2015 for God's sake. We have harped and harped about how we do not need anybody to take responsibility for us. We are humans as any of you. We can take care of ourselves and do not need constant supervision or care. If anything, just keep your mouth shut about what a woman needs to be/ do. And yes, it would help if you kept your hands and p**** to yourself.

The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be. -Douglas Adams

The thing which shocked me watching the India’s Daughter documentary was the cool way the accused said that this incident would provoke rapist to kill their victims instead of letting them go after the rape. Apparently the rapist bank so much on the intuition that the victim will be shamed and will not report the crime or make the issue public. So it is literally and very very clearly our society which has raped these women. Hamara Sanskaar- MY FOOT.

I cannot remember the number of times I have been whistled at, groped, pinched and stared at in India. I lived most part of my life in Chennai which is supposed to be a conservative city. But there has not been a single I been able to feel safe on the roads. Almost every time I have been subject to some sort of abuse by random men on the streets. There is one such incident which still triggers a temper in me, I still really want to catch hold of that man and bash him up. It was around 9 pm and I was walking back from my violin class. I had reached a long street at the end of which there was another long street which would finally lead to my apartment. I loved this walk because this was a peaceful residential area and many of the houses planted my favourite Parijatham. I cannot explain how I felt walking past these flowers, it just transported me to a divine place. So, as I was walking a young chap got onto the road in a bicycle. He started saying filthy things to me and his cycle cam...