learnings

Today I shared some of my poems with a colleague. It struck me that I haven’t written in a long time. During the flood calamity in my city I had penned two poems after a very long gap. When there are problems we move towards creativity, we seek solutions, we think of alternatives. Problems need not be merely negative. It could be any situation needing a solution. I would recommend Seth Godin’s post on this topic. So wonderful and precise

It has been a month since I have actually gone to work. I hear students and colleagues complaining of boredom. They do not know what to do with time on their hands. Parents are bored of having children at home (sic). My friend and I spent  some time gazing at the rain washed landscape. We suddenly remarked together that we never feel or get bored. We just savour every moment. So it always comes as a surprise when I hear people saying they get bored! I always find something to do. My greatest companions during such unexpected holidays have been books. Books, relief work, cleaning, movies, sleeping in late  and hanging out at home.... so much was there to do.

Happy to bleed... This is the latest trending now ..I am a tad too late in writing this... It is just shocking that a priest can say such derogatory remark about women in a  Literate state like Kerala- the land which once upon a time had a matriarchal culture!!! And the women haven't protested.In a state where for anything and everything  there is either a hartal or bandh!!! God made Man.Man made Religion. So obviously man made the rules. Sadly over the years women have got conditioned so much that today they fear... fear to oppose, fear of god's wrath (sic) fear of being punished (by?) fear of misfortune.. Why feel impure? Why be made to feel impure? It is a big fat joke that ads featuring sanitary napkins use  the famous blue blot while the woman and her body is portrayed sensually or sexually to sell cars,calendars etc. I am happy to bleed. I am a woman proud. My body I love, every nook, corner and curve... As I always sigh and say will my country ever shi...