Simple Truths I Already Know 

When I look around my room,

I can picture myself cracking my neck in every corner

Contorted in weird angles, unable to find a good one

Buried in a book – crying or giggling

 

Sometimes just staring into space,

Wondering about strange abstract things.

“Who am I – deep down?”

“What do I want – deep down?”

 

But today, I just paused and looked around my room. 

Carefully and thoughtfully…

 

I could see –

Books scattered beside a Beatles album I was just listening to

A piano I just bought – waiting to be mastered

An abandoned coffee mug along with an abandoned bra

 

Every inch of my room is now so characteristically me

It is home now and I wonder,

if THAT’S who I am.

Not a grand theory or hypothesis,

But just a girl made up of simple truths I already know

Screw Beauty Standards

I’ve always emphasized the role of films and celebrities in shaping norms in the society and it is unfortunate that so many celebrities don’t realize the power and influence that they possess over all of us. Do you remember Kate Moss telling us that nothing tastes as good as skinny feels? Then there’s Parineeti Chopra who flaunted her skinny body after a “makeover” and told us all that she lost excuses and got results. She was by no standards fat after the release of her first film but she had to shed more weight to fit into Bollywood measurements. I get it, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do to stay in the game and I doubt it’s fun to watch the tabloids repeatedly write about your weight or your unibrow and not about the parineetu-3_1449725539excellent work that you’re doing. What I completely disapprove of, though, is portraying this makeover as if she got healthy because no, she just got skinny. Today, as a result of this mindless starvation and ridiculous beauty standards, all I see on TV are extremely skinny girls, photoshopped to insanity, telling us all that that’s how an average girl looks like.

On the other hand, there are confident celebrities who are genuine, smart and so very candid that I’ve grown to love and admire. I love Serena Williams for putting up the untouched version of her People magazine cover. I love Jennifer Lawrence for refusing to lose weight for her role in Hunger Games. She said, “I’m never going to starve myself for a part … I don’t want little girls to be like, ‘Oh, I want to look like Katniss, so I’m going to skip dinner.’” Yet another reason to love her is her regular insistence that Hollywood be held accountable for the kinds of messages it conveys about size, beauty, and femininity. Now there’s a celebrity worthy of her fame.

In a recent Buzzfeed article, Sonam Kapoor said, ‘Eventually, I didn’t even need the tabloids to point out my flaws – I could look at myself on camera monitors and predict what would be criticised.” It is so easy to hate yourself in this era of digital photography and social media it seems like, but if Sonam Kapoor can’t feel good about how she looks, I doubt average individuals like us even stand a chance. I mean, she’s GORGEOUS! How did we even get this deep inside the rabbit hole?

While I am so inspired by this article that she posted, I also know that there will be a plethora of comments blaming her for double standards, asking her to stop posing for covers. Telling her she is a part of the problem. But is she, really? I mean, let’s consider this. As a girl in the 21st century, we constantly put ourselves through immense pain to remove body hair. Can you really find even one girl who enjoys it? I’m sure I don’t, doesn’t mean I won’t. We’ve reached a point in society where it’s expected from all of us, it’s the norm. We are constantly pressurized to fulfil and maintain a set of beauty standards that is not just time taking and annoying but also so damn painful. Maybe we need more insiders telling us how things really are to break this bubble once and for all. Did you know Victoria Beckham eats only spinach and salt at restaurants? Did you know that Jennifer Garner couldn’t breathe in her best-dressed dress and had a panic attack? Did you know that 40% of the models today are suffering from eating disorders?

I simply can’t get over how ridiculous all of this is. I sometimes wonder who decided that eyebrows shaped a particular way are prettier than the other. I hope whoever that is, is burning in hell right now for centuries of torture all the women have to go through, thanks to that single revelation. Now, don’t even get me started on heels. We recently had a career fair at my college where girls dressed up to perfection in their blazers, pant suits, and way-too-high heels. Believe me, I know what a confidence booster heels are but after about 15 minutes, I’m usually ready to pass out on the floor. Can you imagine impressing recruiters or even just having enough patience to listen to them while you’re suffering like that? Maybe girls get used to this at some point because as it turns out, it is an unofficial dress code for executive women today. One manager actually told all of us at a professional women seminar that the trick is to put on heels right before you go into a meeting and have a pair of sandals at your desk for other times. Well, no wonder women don’t take up executive roles (Damn you heels. :P)

Don’t get me wrong,  I’m not against looking pretty or dressing up. I would love to one-day master the art of putting on makeup too (I don’t think that’s happening and not for the lack of trying, believe me!) I don’t wish to be obese or unhealthily skinny and I definitely don’t want to grow a moustache or a unibrow. If looking your best allows you to be more confident and present yourself in a way that would emphasize you, why not. But I hope I don’t grow into this person who feels guilty for eating a chocolate or puts on 6-inch heels to work. I hope I don’t ever find the need to starve myself or live on pineapples. I hope I can retain my common sense and I hope that my confidence is not linked to my waist line or somebody else’s perception of what I should look/eat/be like. I hope I remember that what’s really important is who you are…and chocolate. Screw the beauty standards!

Cool articles/videos/campaigns that I enjoyed FYI :
–  I didn’t wake up like this – Sonam Kapoor
–  Jennifer Garner’s dress causes panic attack
–  Dove Real Beauty Campaign
–  Impractical Standards of Beauty

 

Feminism From a Novice

For a really long time, I thought feminism is an excuse. After all, I grew up with a level playing field at home. I was unabashedly unapologetic and stubborn to the core as a kid. So when I was first introduced to the cause of equal opportunities for women through reservations in the parliament, I cringed. I have then been introduced to it again when I realized that girl students can register for exams such as IIT-JEE for free. I cringed again. That doesn’t make any sense, I thought. If you want to be in the parliament, fight for it fair and square, right? I can totally imagine myself as that angry coach screaming “Don’t whine. Don’t complain! Don’t make excuses” all the time, if only in my head.

In my second year of college, my brother suggested I read a book called Lean in by Sheryl Sandberg. I obviously didn’t bother reading it because by then I read enough books that he suggested (The alchemist, The Namesake) to conclude that I would hate it. But luckily, I came across an excerpt that talks about young girls being called ‘bossy’ and how it changes them. As someone who has been called bossy in my early childhood, I could totally relate to it.

When I was narrating a story about getting some help from assistants at the workshop, my first thought was to smile and sweet talk but my brother’s was to bribe him. Even though most of the girls and boys I know drink, almost no girl has ever gotten into a bar fight while a good number of my guy friends have. We’ve clearly been groomed since childhood to stick to a certain stereotype of our gender and the result is an epidemic. “Don’t be a pussy”, “Man up”, “Boys don’t cry”.  All phrases reaffirm the fact that we like our girls to be delicate and pretty and boys to be strong and aggressive. But we want strong and assertive leaders, not weaklings. Oopsie doopsie.

Let me re-iterate a case study that Sheryl discusses in her book that resonated with me. It’s about a real-life entrepreneur Heidi who became a successful venture capitalist thanks to her outgoing personality and a vast network of powerful friends. One-half of the students was given the same information with one difference: they changed the name from Heidi to Howard. The students were then asked to give their opinions and it came as a shocker when Heidi was seen as selfish but Howard as somebody you would want to hire/work for. It reestablishes the importance of stereotypes in our upbringing. Rest assured, by the time I was finished with the book, my assumptions of a level playing field for girls were proved false. I might still not completely agree with reservations and discounts for girls but today, I can see that there’s a lot of work to be done here – starting ofcourse, with educating myself! Once I started consciously observing or thinking about gender, I couldn’t not – and wait a minute – ofcourse I’m a feminist. I’ve always been one!

I believe that a lot of feminism wasn’t portrayed in the most pleasant tones when it began in the 1960s. As time passed, the feminist movement continued to fight for equal opportunities, but in addition to this, some radical feminists criticized women who were part of beauty pageants, were housewives, stuck to traditional gender roles, etc. which earned itself some more negative attention, from women as well. For the longest time, men (and women) were fed this different idea of what feminism was actually about. The result is that most men and women don’t want to be associated with the word feminism anymore, not because they are against the institution but because they are against the few feminists who don’t know what true feminism is about. Ask them if they’re feminists, and they’ll say no. Ask them if they believe women should get equal rights, and they’ll say yes.

A few months ago, I and my friend (both self-proclaimed feminists) were having the famous feminist argument about whether Kim Kardashian’s famous nude selfie is a degradation or a liberation. She argued that it was her body and her choice. I argued that it was more about marketing and selling the right type of body. What’s the feminist friendly opinion? I don’t know. We are both feminists but we are also both individuals. That’s the crux of the issue, isn’t it, that all feminists or not alike. It is very important to understand that one feminist doesn’t represent feminism and need not be universally accurate. I read an article criticizing Sheryl Sandberg for talking only about elite women. I read another calling Emma Watson a hypocrite for not being against chivalry. I hear working mothers criticize stay at home moms for their financial dependence, and stay at home moms criticize working parents for their child care. Nothing will come out of this. Let’s not allow a group to represent feminism or pit one against the other.

Now that we discussed the basics, let’s talk about Ms. Fierce Misguided Feminist who will push her opinions down your throats whether you agree with her or not. I was recently educated about a girl who asked all girls to go bald because as a “feminist”, she believes that women shouldn’t be associated with long hair. There was another, who proclaimed that every feminist should vote for Hillary Clinton. Then there’s always that girl who will tell you it’s anti-feminist to call a girl fat but has no qualms about calling a guy fat. That’s just wrong. If by chance, you are one of the few people who call yourself a feminist, please, for the sake of sisterhood, educate yourself and others around you. I absolutely hate being preachy and don’t always want to engage in a debate but it bothers me when people shoot a set number of misguided questions every time they hear the word feminist, so I’m going to give my perspective on a few of the most petty ones.

1. If Feminism is about gender equality why not call it equalism or humanism?

Here’s a quote I read that perfectly sums up my feelings on this “Saying that we can’t have feminism because we should only focus on general human rights is like saying we can’t have oncologists because some doctors are general practitioners.”

2. Does that mean you hate it when we open doors for you?

Chivalry and feminism need not be mutually exclusive. You open doors because it’s a nice thing to do, not because I can’t open my own doors. Maybe you can open the door for me and I will buy you dinner. Or don’t, it’s not a big deal. Let’s not get chivalry into the argument every time we have to talk about equality.

3. Do you hate stay-at-home moms?

Of course not! If you want to be a home keeper then by all means go ahead.You know what’s best for you, at the end of the day. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not more drawn to working women (and men). I admire power couples who kick ass both at work and home. I feel that most women quit work because of the guilt of not being their 100% at home. Apurva Purohit (another personal hero!) feels that a woman can never be guilt free. She says that most women who quit work for being full-time mothers often felt equally guilty for wasting their hard earned degree and giving up their financial freedom. Since we women are known to be great multi-taskers, maybe we should learn to manage both and realize that a 90% is just fine instead of quitting jobs.

4. Is Feminism even necessary anymore? Women are already equal to men.

We’re definitely blessed to be born in this era and geographical location where no one questions whether a girl should go to school and should work or not. But even today, the percentage of working women in India is around 5-15% in the organized sector. Consciously or nonconsciously, we all have a gender bias, the more you read about them, the more you start to notice. It exists, even among the educated elite section of society. Today, only 4.8% of the CEOs of Fortune 500 companies are women. Women earn 79 cents for every dollar earned by a man. It’s ridiculous that Bradley Cooper is paid more than his co-stars Amy Adams and Jennifer Lawrence. (I love you Bradley but come on) So I think feminism is required because even though today’s society is not as unfair and harsh as it was, it can be a thousand times better.

5. Isn’t it silly for us to fight for such first world problems (Pay gap, gender bias) when there are bigger issues(foeticides, dowry, oppression) faced by women?

I understand the gravity of issues faced by women in other parts of the world but why do we have to rank issues? We don’t need to turn feminism into a fight of “Who has it worse?” Feminism is not a competition where one girl’s plight deserves action while the other’s doesn’t because she hasn’t faced the worst form of blatant sexism. We can all voice out our opinions and fight for issues that affect us by standing together in solidarity and not by pitting one against the other.

Agree/Disagree? Let me know.

Unfortunate Briefness of My Happiness

How can I explain the unfortunate briefness of my happiness? The last time I was elated was when I got an admit to my dream school. I couldn’t stop smiling for almost a week. The Bangalore heat, having to wait for an hour without the keys and even Donald Trump couldn’t bring my spirits down. I smiled and blushed through it all, it seemed like I couldn’t care less about the rest of the world. Then eventually, my craziness resumed, I started worrying about how to spend my next semester and what courses to take. About my mid-term report and about how I’m lagging behind at work. About Olivia Pope losing her shit and basically, just about everything. It seems like that week isn’t even significant anymore.

I’m trying to recollect another time in the past, where I was happy but nothing snaps to my mind instantly. You know, where, for that brief period, you just can’t stop smiling? But it seems like the above paragraph is my life in a nutshell. Something makes me happy. I move on. There’s another mountain beyond this mountain. Life resumes and the vicious cycle continues. Sometimes, the cycle repeats itself innumerable times in a single day! Will Smith was definitely onto something when he thought if happiness is only something we can ‘pursue’ and not something we can eternally just ‘have’.

That leads me to ask the question, how do you pursue that brief period of happiness? By doing something you love, of course, obviously. Now that is another unfortunate characteristic of mine. I believe that I have too little time in my life to do everything that I wish to do. I want to own a game-changing tech company and also manage a restaurant. I want to spend my life reviewing TV Shows/movies and reading books.I want to travel the world! I want to learn to play the guitar and also to write and sing fabulously. Every weekend, I promise myself and my roommate that I will party hard and also do something productive but my definition of productive is so vague that it almost always ends up being a day wasted 🙂

This might be a good time to say “Not all who wander are aimless” and feel better about myself but clearly that’s not where I’m going. My heart breaks every time I have to pick one route when I’m at a crossroads in life. Should I spend my next semester travelling in Europe or should I take up courses? Should I pursue my job offer or try a management role? Should I spend time at home with ma or continue interning? Can you hear that? Yes, it was my heart breaking and brain blowing up. I want to pick them all!! I’m so terribly jealous of those who are truly passionate about that one thing that defines them. Did they just know or did they pick one amongst many interests and pursue it relentlessly? I wish I knew. For now, I find solace in what Steve Jobs said during his Stanford Commencement Address:

“If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.”

Let’s hope we all find that one thing we truly love. Let’s also hope that we are pretty damn good at it! Until then, may be we can try and do all the things we enjoy because it is impossible to connect the dots looking forward in life. So here I am, trying yet again to get better at writing (possibly in vain) because I got off work way too early today.

My Problem With Religion

Let me first tell you that I’m not going to argue about whether or not God exists in this post. I am in no position to know for sure and I am confident that my stand on this will not change in my lifetime.

I believe that religion is a way of keeping social stability. At least, that’s how it was born. I believe that, maybe, it was simpler to say “You will go to hell if you do wrong” and instill a sense of self-discipline than to have a police force punishing the wrong doers. It was easier to say “Worship Tulsi plant” than to explain its health benefits. In its primitive sense, religion is actually a good thing. It helped people reason with things that were out of their control, gave people hope, relieved stress, showed them a way of life and decreased social fission and thereby allowed humans to live in large groups.

My main disappointment with religion stems from the fact that it likes to convert others and refuses to change itself as opposed to a constitution. The main difference lies in the fundamental difference that a constitution is formed by mere mortals while a religion, by God. I wish people understand, that religion (even on the assumption that God exists) is a version of a mere mortal’s understanding of what God preaches. Vyasa maharishi wrote the Mahabharata, 40 different people contributed to writing the Bible and several companions of Muhammad wrote the Quran. All humans. How can we live by books written thousands of years ago by people who had no idea about what life was going to be today? Language evolves, buildings evolve, jobs evolve, roles evolve, we humans as a species evolve, but our religion doesn’t. That concerns me. I wish our religion has amendments, like the constitution. I spent my weekend reading A Thousand Splendid Suns and Not Without My Daughter. To say that they made me sick to my stomach is an understatement. The second book claims that this is an actual verse from the Quran:

“The men are placed in charge of the women, since God has endowed them with the necessary qualities and made them bread earners. The righteous women will accept this arrangement obediently, and will honor their husbands in their absence, in accordance with God’s commands. As for the women who show rebellion, you shall first enlighten them, then desert them in bed, and you may beat them as a last resort.”

Uhm…Excuse me? Say what?! I want to believe that, may be the Quran (By that, I mean the men who wrote the Quran) meant well when it was written. I understand that women weren’t seen as equals back then (today’s scenario is questionable) but that sounds like they’re referring to slaves or cattle. Not parts of your family. To imagine that some women are still not entitled to freedom of thought and action and are continuously put through unimaginable forms of mental and physical torture in some parts of the world saddens me deeply.

Another concern of mine is that most religious texts are open to interpretation. It is okay when you and your friend come up with entirely different meanings to a novel. It is actually intriguing to discuss each other’s views. But if a religious text is open to interpretation, if often gives rise to power hungry dictators who are making use of senseless interpretations of religious texts to benefit themselves. If often marks the difference between ostracizing homosexuals and just letting them be. It is that easy to radicalize innocents, it seems like, in today’s world: a small verse from a book written thousands of years ago.

My father took up the Ayyappa Swami Deeksha every year. During the 41 day period, you wear black clothes, pray twice a day. Consume no alcohol or meat and wear no footwear. It is similar to Ramzan in a few ways. At the end of the 41 day period, you trek to the temple in Kerala to offer your prayers. To a 6-year-old me, it seemed quite intriguing and challenging. I took it up for 5 consecutive years at that young age. Today when I look back, there was nothing religious about that period to me but I did follow all the rules with gusto. Maybe it was just something I needed to do. I can’t understand it, there was no meaning. It makes me wonder, if even religious people, who are going out of their way to perform rituals, really and truly believe in what they’re doing or if they’re just following the herd like I did.

Taking up a 41-day Deeksha might seem harmless. But I’m concerned about what it implies. My Turkish friend once narrated a story to me about how a certain politician in their country said astronomy is like looking through the skirts of an angel and shut down all research in the field. We have all heard of Yogi Adityanath who continues to support anti-Muslim violence. That’s the drawback of religion, it implies blind faith, even in idiots. I’m afraid that’s how it is going to be when people follow religion blindly without spirituality and pious practices without inner experience.

Even with all the harm religion seems to inflict on today’s world, you can’t ignore the good it’s doing. Betty, a Christian from America, from Not Without Your Daughter finds peace in knowing that Allah is listening to her and will help fulfill her Nasr. There are millions who find hope and a reason to live in religion. I can’t help think, however, that the world will be a much better place if children are brought up believing in good, in whichever form it is in, and not in God of one ultimate form.

Why We Need Progressive Films

If you’re a certified fan of movies/books, you can easily acknowledge their influence in your life. Be it in your decisions, your judgments, your mood or your views. If you have ever wept, giggled or grieved while watching a movie or reading a book, you know that some of our most emotional experiences can simply be a result of somebody else’s imagination.

If you know me at all, you would know that in reality, I’m a pretty composed and stoic person. While watching a film, though, I’m at my most vulnerable state. I remember weeping for hours together when I first watched the Schindler’s List. I could be watching a movie for the hundredth time, but I will still cry for a few scenes. It’s a given that you will probably find me watching an episode of Friends or reading a book after a bad day. Believe me, I’m cringing while typing this, I also secretly love celebrity gossip. This leads me to believe that films (even more than books) are the most popular form of art in today’s world.

I believe that films have an immense influence on people’s opinions and it thrills me to watch the handful of path-breaking films that we are seeing today. Despite these few attempts, the film industry has a certain way of portraying some things that soon becomes the “norm”.  Take for instance how the LGBT community is represented in Indian films. They are either at the receiving end of homophobic jokes or are overly horny gay guys who are forcing themselves on the lead actor.  Every single gay guy portrayed in mainstream films have a certain comic way of behaving, which is cringe-worthy, to say the least. To make matters worse, we have a conservative censor board banning gay films for it might ignite an “unnatural passion”. How then, do you expect young children to feel normal when the only information accessible to them portray them as an anomaly?

I recently read a book, Blink by Malcolm Gladwell where he talks about the Implicit Association Test under Project Implicit at Harvard University. I took a simple test where I must first group words into two tabular columns of either White or Good and Black or bad. I must then take the same test again, but this time, I must group them into Black or Good and White or Bad. It came as a shocker when I realized that I took much longer the second time around. This is disturbing more so because I don’t even know any African in person to base my implications on. The only Africans I have ever known are from Hollywood films. It was heart breaking when I first saw a video of the doll test but it turns out, I’m more or less in that same boat. Subconsciously I associated black with bad even without realizing. This is why media representation matters.

I absolutely love Shonda Rhimes, I was first obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy and now have moved on to Scandal and How to get away with murder. Over the years, I have come to terms with her complete disregard for my feelings and her enthusiasm to kill my favorite characters for no reason what so ever. Among many other awards that she has received for her brilliance, she also received an award for her ‘color blind’ casting choices. The mere fact that there is an award for that is clear indication of a problem. It is a problem when young people like me grow up being taught that people are what they are and not who they are.

I’m a believer of the phrase ‘If she can’t see it, she can’t be it’. Presidents and CEOs are not made overnight. It takes years of streamlined hard work to achieve such heights. If a girl doesn’t even think it’s her place, how then will she work towards it? By making films with female leads as nothing but an object for men to leer at, what are we telling the young girls of our country? It is disappointing that it took Pixar 15 years to feature a female lead in one of their films. In the recent years, though, I see a change, more and more films are being made with female centric roles. After what feels like forever, we are seeing a succession of smart, independent, complex and grown up women on screen. Even Bollywood is catching up with the world’s feminist movement! While this is a step in the right direction, we have a long way to go before we reach a point of no female trophy roles in films and equal representation and equal pay in the film industry.

I’m not saying that we need every film to discuss complex problems, we also don’t need every film to have an eye opening, life changing or perspective altering story. But we do need films that are progressive. We want films to teach the next generation that it needs to be better that the last. We need more roles like Jules Ostin from The Intern where a woman is successful, likeable and also a great mother or Annalise Keating from How to Get Away with Murder where an African woman has a strong and complex character and is not a house maid or a comedian. We need LGBT roles where their sexuality doesn’t define their story. We need women presidents and gay super-heroes, we need to bid a farewell to stereotypes and welcome progression with open arms.

A Little Bit of Love/Hate

Love and hate are often described as diametrically opposed, but I find myself hating the one I love. For this seems impossible, how can you love and hate the same thing? Let me tell you my story.

It was just another day until I turned a corner and laid my eyes on The One. It was love at first sight. Soon enough, like any other tragic love story, it started out perfectly. We moved in together. We clicked pictures. SO many pictures. We made each other look good. We were happy.

Then came the beginning to our misery. My best friend’s birthday party. I should have gone by myself. Alcohol, dancing, my friends and us is definitely not a good idea. I should have thought things through, but I did otherwise. We went together.

Every girl at the party paid us a compliment. I felt good and I felt alive. It didn’t last long though as I could feel the slightest bit of pain being inflicted upon me. I knew that wasn’t a good sign. At the back of mind, I had this nagging thought that I wouldn’t last 10 more minutes. However, I had to make it work. It was, after all, my best friend’s birthday; I needed to make it a night that she would always remember. So I ordered some shots and downed them with my girl. At this point. I was unsure if my pain was getting worse or if I was just drunk. I lean on my best friend for support and tell her everything. She suggested that I get rid of my baggage. “It’s not healthy”, she said. But how could I? What would everyone think?

So I staggered onto the dance floor to join my friends, along with my “baggage”. As expected, more pain was inflicted upon me. As the night progressed, the pain hit me, really hard. I tried to reason with myself that I couldn’t just break if off. I was in a committed relationship, I was happy. I loved how we looked together, I loved us. However, I reached a point where I simply couldn’t last another minute. Enough was enough, I thought and flung my (gorgeous) evil black heels across the floor. That was the end of my short-lived unconditional love story.

As I stare at them now, lying in my closet, I can’t help but think about how gorgeous they are. Immediately, thoughts of that horrible night come flashing by. The solution seems easy; don’t wear heels. But it’s easier said than done, once they find their way into your wardrobe(heart), it’s painful and downright impossible to evict them. So I guess this unhealthy love/hate relationship is here to stay.