A Separation – in retrospect

When I watched A Separation for the first time I was elated. He really made us pick sides and experience the turbulence of the couple’s marriage as vividly as ours. Beautiful narration. 

Beautiful, yes, but a male narration, nonetheless. 

Not Made in Heaven

In South Asian societies the education or profession of a woman matters little. When you rip open that fancy packaging, they all bleed from the same tragedy.

Parenting, self-interest and some ugly choices!

I know what you’re all thinking about. Whether this is yet another piece about whether women can have it all. But in addressing the contention around that question, a lot of us in our generation seems to forego the essence of who we are as humans, as people and not just women. If that trend continues, I think the people it would hurt the most is, well of course – us. The women themselves.

What does it mean to cover?

What does the ban on burqinis in Nice really stand for? A ban against oppression – have we ever come across such conflicting terminologies in the history of any oppressed minority group? Or does it imply exactly the opposite, a group of people with the assumption that they know what the greater good is for a society.

Finally Trumped!

I have never travelled as far as North America. The North-est destination in my travel cap is Toronto, Canada and with exponential intensity, I consider that attainment as a more worthwhile feather in my cap. Raised at a dinner table though where politics happened to have been a constant source of conversation and interest, I have missed nothing on America.