My Lazy Girl

What else do you expect a girl to carry in her bag other than some lipsticks, liners, creams and pads?? Isn’t it OK?? I wouldn’t have written this blog today if I hadn’t encountered a situation which left me agitated and unheard and sad. So I thought why not try changing opinions by my words. Being a girl in India is a challenge in itself. Our fight starts the moment our gender is sonographed and revealed to the family. We are not asked if we want to survive and see this world, rather we are taken as option if our families want us or not. Ever heard a baby boy being aborted regardless of some complications? No right?? Yeah because they are not supposed to! And if you are lucky enough to born and accepted as a girl, then your struggle doesn’t end here. The film is yet to be shown. Things go smooth till we hit our puberty. Every single person who is born, be it a male or a female undergo certain physical mental emotional and Ofcourse hormonal changes in their body, but it’s alw

I had everything that day (I mean I still have today) yet I felt so deprived in front of them! I was in my car that day while returning to home from my office. I opened the window to let the wind play with my hair and make me calm enough to plan the things further. Meanwhile I asked my driver to slow down the volume of the songs which were playing in the background as I was hardly interested in listening to anything except silence. I comfortably glide in the back seat of my car but what I saw next was strong enough to gave me food for thought. When I was peeping out through the window, I saw an auto rickshaw(not in a very good condition) packed with the people who had little money.( I don’t want to use the word “POOR” here as it has a heavy meaning). At the back of the auto rickshaw, sits a family of 3 people.  A middle aged couple and their young daughter. I looked at them with all the possibilities at the red light. They were lean and skinny as if they never had the luxur