Dilemmas of today

    26th January 1950 - Republic Day - the day on which Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar - the architect of the Indian Constitution handed it over to the then president of India, Dr. Rajendra Prasad. This day marks the 'change' in the way the government in our country functions. For nearly 2 and a half years after independence the government was still following the structure and the procedures presided by the British government but this day was that 'change.' Today, on this day, the President of India hoists the national flag at Rajpath in New Delhi and is sung along with the national anthem, followed by the parades, cultural programs and also giving away of the prestigious Padma awards. Likewise in schools, colleges, societies also this day is celebrated and the flag is unfurled.     For some including me this day is nothing more than national holiday, a DP change on WhatsApp or a post update on Facebook or a pic in white kurta on Instagram indicates my patriotism for the natio

   After hard hitting last couple of blogs I am taking a breather with this one. This one seemed to be an easy topic at first but gave a tough time to finish. Yes, it's my birthday week. But I don't know whether to be happy celebrating my 21st birthday or to be sad at loosing my innocent ages too soon. I don't know whether this happens with everyone or not but leading to my birthday each year my family, especially my mom, aunts and grandmothers discuss about me all day. How naughty I was in my childhood, where and when was I born, how I used to cry at night and not let anybody sleep, how I used to throw everything away preferably on my neighbour's roof, how I used to never walk and needed someone to pick me up. I get completely amazed as I can't obviously remember my naughtiness, I blush when my relatives tell me that you've changed drastically.      Well, this year was all the same. The same relatives visiting, me chilling out with my friends, 12'o clock c

{Before reading this blog, read the last one "No means No" because this is a continuation of the that one. }     I read somewhere it is hard being a woman. You must think like a man, act like a lady- well mannered , look like a young girl- naive and beautiful and work like a horse - hardworking and relentless. On the other hand nobody expects anything out of a man other than being himself. Well according to science it's just the difference of the genotypes XY for males and XX for females, just a difference of one chromosome. But NO, there's a huge difference. This blog is to do a comparison between the freehand that the men are given whilst the women are judged for the same.     The culture of our country is the oldest one and the traditions are well known. Also people willingly worship the goddesses and on the other hand treat the women as indifferent. Yes, we live in a patriarchal society, where the man of the house is the most important person even if the woman i

  From time immemorial we've seen women been the pawns of the men's games, even our mythological stories tells the same tale be it Draupadi in Mahabharata who was forced to marry five brothers- the Pandavas and later was assaulted by the Kauravas while the Pandavas remained the bystanders. Similar is the case of Seeta from Ramayana. She was abducted by Ravana but Ram fought against him and won the war and got his wife back but later she was forced to give the 'Agnipariksha.'    Yesterday I saw this trending video on YouTube. It was a CCTV footage of a young girl in Bangalore - the IT hub of the country. She was walking past a lane in the middle of the night, probably to her home, suddenly two men on a vehicle drove past her. They saw her and returned back. The one sitting on the back got down and groped her in the middle of the road, she started fidgiting, the man held her fiercely and grabbed her towards the vehicle. When she resisted even more he jolted her to the gr