Against #MeToo- Rape Culture in 31 Tweets

My entire Facebook and Twitter feed is full of #metoo posts. Almost every woman on my friend list has been assaulted, harassed, or molested at some point in her life. Some of them wondered if their story was too “trivial” or “unimportant” to share. Some of them wondered yet again if what happened was indeed…

Entertainment Journalism and its guilty secret: Fat Kink – A Rant

“OMG, You won’t believe what (insert name of female star) wore to this event (Oscars, Grammys, UN Conference). Honestly, sweetie, you need to put that cookie jar aside….” Yes. That is exactly how many articles about celebrities and their lives go. The time peg could be anything; an event like the Oscars or said celebrity’s appearance…

Trans women are women. Period.

The world has always found ways to narrow down the definition of a woman. If one is too fat to be a real woman, another is too skinny. If one is too aggressive, another is much too coy. It is absurd that something as basic as who someone is, must be defined by qualities they should…

A silent storm: Irom Sharmila

“Irom fasted for 16 long years, in the hope that her suffering would bring change. She broke her fast last year when she realized that she needed to find another way in the face of the establishment’s indifference. She contested elections this month and received only 90 votes, as opposed to her opponent, Okram Ibobi Singh,…

The Absurdity of International Women’s Day

I am a fantasy of your lonely nights, Two breasts and a butt; A hole to fuck, For all days of the year but one. My intellect is a mark Of my unattractive androgyny. My sass is too ugly. Your macho instincts need A coy little lamb, For all days of the year but this….

The Handmaiden of Hari: Meerabai

“Unbreakable, O Lord,  Is the love  That binds me to You:  Like a diamond,  It breaks the hammer that strikes it.  My heart goes into You  As the polish goes into the gold.  As the lotus lives in its water,  I live in You.  Like the bird  That gazes all night  At the passing moon, …

A healer of history’s wounds: Florence Nightingale

I was seven when I first heard of her. There was a short story in my Hindi language reader, about a young girl who nursed a sick puppy back to health. The illustration was of a little girl with pigtails, wearing a red dress. And the book said that she was on her way home…

A Teacher of Imagination: Enid Blyton

  I remember thinking about passing my good turn to someone, after reading Enid Blyton’s story, ‘The Good Turn.’ I was eleven, and I was in love with my new favorite author. I read all the stories from The Eight O’Clock Tales to my little sister who was only four. And even though I don’t think…

The Monster in the Room- A Liberated Woman

Her cleavage was visible through her sheer nightwear. And like a woman uncaring about her modesty, she came out in her skimpy attire, unaware that she was being such a tease. You are overcome by a rush of desire, and something is tightening uncomfortably in your pants. She knows what she wants.  And it is…

The Hooker

She spends hours at the local boutique, getting herself fitted for some of the laciest, raciest nightwear I’ve ever seen. Her perfect hair is piled atop her head in an elegantly messy bun. Her eyes sparkle with life, and every time she smiles, the tiny mole just above her luscious upper lip moves closer to a…

Feminism in a Hijab?

Before you skim through this article and come at me with blazing guns, take a minute to breathe. Count to 10 and tell yourself that this article is an opinion piece. It probably has ideas you agree with and ideas that you don’t agree with. And that it okay. If you have already chosen a…

Feminism 101: For Meninists and Jerks

Hello everyone. Hello men’s rights activists, anti-abortion groups, conservative religious peoples, and patriarchal jerks. Welcome to Feminism 101. Don’t worry. Just sit back and relax. I promise I don’t bite. I am not about to enter your mind or practice voodoo on you. Nor am I about to skin a fetus in front of your…