THE READING NOOK

A woman has always been portrayed as a damsel in distress in almost all the Contexts in Indian cinema. It is only recently that women started playing roles in movies which were self empowered and did not need a man to get validated. Where does it end ?    This is a question people need to ask themselves when it comes to Indian women. Our society views the journey of a woman with the destination of marriage, no matter how much success she might have achieved. India got it's first female educator in 1848 AD, Savitribai Phule. Then years after that the Indian nation accepted the leadership of a female Prime Minister, then with Kalpana Chawala becoming the first female astronaut of India and Pratibha Patil as the first female President of the country, many norms were broken . Ever since then many women have made a place for them in this Patriarchal society. But we also need to remember that these are just a few women who have had a difficult journey to finally reach a place where

Imagine not knowing who you are. Not being able to recollect and recognize your own life.  If a person starts to question his own Identity and is unable to answer the basic questions that forms the basis of who he is, not knowing his name, where he comes from and not knowing the people in his family, that in itself it a scary situation. Dementia is a symptom that decreases the cognitive function of the brain and interferes with the daily routine of a person. But again it is a symptom, which might be due to many diseases. The most known disease which leads to dementia is Alzheimer’s disease. It contributes to 60-80% cases of dementia. In India, forgetfulness is deemed as a part of aging and it is true to some extent. Old age comes with a general decrease in overall heath and not just loss of memory. This becomes a reason for delayed diagnosis of a disease like Alzheimer’s. There is no cure for such a disease so far but early diagnosis can be very helpful in the management of

Uncertainty has always been an issue for me. There are people who don't care about it, there are people who get excited about it and then there are people who get anxious about it. I fall in the 3rd category of people. So, for example When I am watching a thriller movie or a thriller Tv show, I will watch for 10 or 15 minutes and then I need to know how it ends because if not, then I will get anxious, I won't be able to enjoy and my heart will start racing knowing that now at any moment things will take a turn. But that's the thing, I will never know when and what it will be. So, I google the climax first and then watch the rest of the movie for details, so then I know what is going to happen, even if it is something bad, I will be prepared for it. And I know this is weird because people watch thrillers for the excitement and the rush. But for me that feeling always gets replaced by anxiousness and I am not a fan of that feeling. I know this is weird, but knowing this

My friend captioned her picture "Half of me is mine and the rest half is yours", and within moments i could see soo much wrong with that line. It was just a caption, no biggie. But lets face it this is what most of the people think when in love. But how about we change a few rules. Half of me is mine and rest is too, you can make good with my love or else you are most welcome to walk out right now. Now, here is a thing, with time we make mistakes and all this while it has been our fault, even if we don't accept it. Everyone knows it deep down that blaming doesn't help, we only went wrong somewhere which caused us to be in the situation. So eventually we don't like or love ourselves as much as we should. We believe or most girls believe that A NIGHT IN A SHINING ARMOUR will come and fix them, except nobody likes what's broken. And if you love someone else, you are obviously going to expect them to love you back, even if not the same amount because as a huma

   Two things girls are conscious about are their make up and their figure. Basically make up is used to hide something, that counts as flaws. But the way I see it is that we were made like that. I am not saying  using make up is wrong. But when its obvious that make up is a superficial way of beauty, why do people judge the girls who use makeup as artificial and pretentious ? Because no one is perfect. Everybody has their own way of making themselves look pretty and feel confident whether with or without make up, it shouldn't matter.   Then again comes up the issue of figure and weight. Every girl definitely wants to look slim and sexy but it is not as easy as it sounds and also not as easy to be maintained as it looks. A girl can have an amazing shape for a duration of her life and some can work hard enough to maintain it and some cannot. Mostly everyone has a phase when they don't care about shape and get fat or just plumped, and they then have to face body shaming. Both o

    When as a kid I heard the story of Peter Pan, I always thought how stupid he is, to never want to grow up. At that time growing up for me only meant having freedom. Freedom ? Having  freedom just meant having control of my life. I wanted to control everything in my life, I thought if I could make the decisions of my life then everything will be ok and I will always be happy. I always told my mother that wait for me to grow up and I will turn my world around. But little did I know that the world I had before was better, carefree and easy.    Eventually I grew up and one day to my surprise all I wanted to do was go back and scold my old self for not appreciating my childhood. Back then my only and biggest problem was to wake up early in the morning and not be late to school. And now sleep is a rare stoppage for me and the life I have now makes it harder to sleep at night. And I know that after some time I am going to miss what I have right now, still I never learn to appreciate th

        Its like a dark cage sometime, where I know nobody can hear me but i still want to talk. For once I want to talk and not be judged for who I am and what all I have done in my life. I know I have lied to many people and hurt plenty more but every time a part of my soul was burning in the cross fire. And I know it hurts, it hurts so bad. But now the pain has become a part of me and its like I cannot even feel it anymore. Now, I know how to shut it all down. But when has life not found a loop hole in the way I try to save myself from going to that dark place. Life gets to those triggers and once in a while it puts me through that hell. And for every time I get out, I am one step closer to losing control. I cannot afford losing control, because that is all I have got. It feels like I have gone numb due to the pain. There are days when the rising sun doesn't tempt me to wake up, get out of my bed. But does that even matter ? Now the night and the darkness attracts me. It just

I don't understand the logic of our fate. It makes us end up with the people we don't want to be with; the situation we don't want to be in and then it makes us do things which we have been avoiding till now. I am not saying it does nothing  good, it does fulfill the fate or dreams of many but when people actually step onto the other side, it is then when they want to escape. I don't know if it's fate working against us or we are playing for the wrong team. Believing in fate or trusting that our decisions, situations and destinies are pre-decided is bizarre. But is it? I am still searching for an answer. A lot of things keep on happening in everybody's life and frankly speaking the trickiest and disturbing things happen to those who actually try to avoid being into anything unusual and try to lead a simple life. But just as there are people who don't want any noise, there are people who seek shout out loud moments. Seeking adventure is not wrong, in fact i

You can feel the pain running through your veins and still you cannot do anything about it. It grows inside you and you feel helpless. It takes over your heart and makes you hollow deep inside. It slowly gets to your ability of motion and then you cannot even run from it by fooling it through another activity. What is left of you is vulnerability and weakness. The door of relief seems to go far away in the dark. It was all, your last hopes were residing on. You look pale, your eyes go red. It feels like you will burst into pieces, the very next moment, yet somehow you are holding up. You are finding it difficult to thrive anymore. You are tired. The pain is carving its way to your brain and its hurts. Hurts like hell. You want to scream but you know nobody is going to hear. ONLY YOU. It will be a noiseless scream of your soul. It feels like being brain dead yet alive in the most incorrigible way. You know nobody can help you because nobody can see it. It’s all hidden undernea