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I am at the age where I am at the end of my reproductive age, so to speak. With my age and experience, I can tell you that there must not be any menstrual product which I may not have tried. It is a fact that disposable sanitary pads are one of the worst offenders when it comes to littering the planet, though, ironically, they are the most convenient. According to some stats, 26 percent of women and girls are on their period on any given day. Can you imagine the mountains of sanitary pads and tampons which may be clogging our drains and making their way to landfills? A lot of these products have plastic linings which are virtually indestructible in our lifetimes.  But the heartening news is that there are a lot of products being developed which are turning out to be one time purchases and reusables. It is so heartening to know that a lot of girls and women are fast switching to these products.  Menstrual Cups I tried a cup and honestly, I was not very comfortable with it. But ...

    I had it just about enough. Ten days before Diwali and the woman had done it once again. She had abandoned me when I needed her the most. When i was most vulnerable. And it was something that she had done not once, but two Diwalis repeatedly.  My maid, someone who I trusted and had given her every possible leeway. So i decided that I had had enough of her nonsense and did not want her to work at my place any longer. Nothing that she would say or do would make a difference to me.   Before every Diwali, she would take a long sick leave and come back with a super long face. And not do any Diwali cleaning at the time when I needed it the most. This time, it became too much for me to bear since i had an assignment which I had to do.  And at that time, there was someone who came to my rescue. The maid apps which have started in my area. We can get maids at the click of one button on the apps. Unfortunately, they were all backed up because of Diwali. Every one...

 

I am welcoming myself to blogging once again.     I last wrote a blog post 4 years ago. It has been such a long time since then. I have missed writing so so much. But now with the deluge of AI generated writing, it seems like such a waste of time to sit and write when AI can chug out my thoughts in a matter of a few minutes.   Well, or so I thought. No matter how tedious it is, absolutely nothing in this world will match the satisfaction I will get when I put my pen to paper or even when my fingers begin to delicately dance on the keyboard...ahh that satisfaction is something which will be unmatched no matter what anyone says.   It is a special skill only to be crafted and honed.  This post may seem very limpid, but it is an attempt to come back to life after a very long and dry spell. It seems like somethings cannot change, after all.   

The Tamil movie Mandela has, for its protagonist, a very unlikely hero (strictly in terms of mainstream Bollywood.) He is not hunky, he’s not brave, he can’t woo a woman, he cannot sing or dance, he cannot roar like a lion or take on a bunch of villains…hell no, he doesn’t even have a real name! Realistically speaking, a character like this would be used only for comedic relief in a Bollywood movie. The henchman’s seventh sidekick who gets laughed at or is made to mouth ridiculous dialogues to fill up the space for comedic relief.   The heroine is unlike the Bollywood heroine. She’s neither delicate nor soft spoken. She has a lock of white hair, she rides around on a moped, she has an absolutely unconventional (in Bollywood terms) profession (she’s the postmaster of the village post office) she doesn’t have brothers or bodyguards to protect her. Oh wait, she also has a working brain, plenty of common sense and loads of gumption.     But what this movie tells...