When thoughts become things..

I cannot fathom the monstrosity of this act . I have been living in this city for 5 years and it had never occured to me that something as brutal and gory could have happened , until a few days ago . I have taken a cab multiple times to the airport in the middle of the night at odd hours . Sometimes because late night flights are cheaper. One such day my cab did break down and now in hindsight I think I am just lucky. When I think about it - was it the lonely stretch near Shamshabad or could it have been film nagar or even banjara hills . The place , the circumstances, the time probably didn't play a role at all. Timid, bold , shy , adventurous - whatever you are , doesn't even count. 4 men ! It took just 4 sick minded men to commit such a henious act. It makes me think what kind of mindset would need to have to do something as horribly animalistic as this ? Ultimately it boils down to a woman and her body ? But why would be so sexually frustrated that you would inconsiquential...

It was International Men's day a few days ago. I didn't see a lot of hype like we do for women's day. We didn't get a cake for our male colleagues at work. I barely sent a text to two or three odd men, which included two from my immediate family. This has been on my mind for a while, and probably it's time I wrote about it. How much do we appreciate our men? How often do we take them for granted?  How sensitive are we to their emotions, and how much do we know about their emotions in a normal setting? Isn't it most often about us? I am just flipping a coin here. Our period - PMS - pre and post, mood swings, feeling low days etc. Sometimes I wonder, as a friend /partner /colleague/lover boy/husband - whatever role they play in our lives, do we appreciate them enough?  Do we take time to pick up on their mental exhaustion or them working tirelessly to meet ends? Them trying to make holidays happen? Chip in for school fees, run errands etc.?  We are moving away fro...

That type of girl. A few days ago, I came across this post about a woman sexting and a reference to " that type of girl". Again I wouldn't hold anything against the person who made this judgement. It definitely comes from a place far deeper.  And so I was compelled to write about "that type of girl". Who is this "that type of girl?".Is she promiscuous because she is sexually liberated, or is she a sassy woman with a glass of wine and a smoke? Perhaps a reasonably independent woman who has the ability and the will to choose a way of life. Or is she someone in the confines of her home, sleeping beside her partner, secretly fantasising about a man or a woman she has a connection with. Whoever this type of girl is, I would like to know how we get to this stereotyping. A moral compass is good, but only when you are looking at a mirror. How fair is it to judge someone whose story you haven't lived or known? How many of us have fantasies that we cannot...