Poem: Cry of an unborn child
This is a poem about how a child does not want to come out of mommy’s womb to avoid the harshness of the real world with its norms and judgements.
This is a poem about how a child does not want to come out of mommy’s womb to avoid the harshness of the real world with its norms and judgements.
For those who either have parents who were born in the 1960s and 1970s (Gen X), we know that life hasn’t been kind for them living in India. A time before the LPG reforms where opportunities were scarce and misery aplenty. Gen Xs bore the social expectations to take care of their older parents and…
I became a parent at the end of 2008, so it has been a little more than a decade on this roller-coaster as they say. Parenting in this new millennium is certainly not what it looked like before this. There were no mobile phones in our homes and relationships, there was no online existence sometimes…
My office laptop showed me only about 324 unread mails that I needed to read and work upon. Three hundred and twenty-four freaking unread mails! Unlike in my Gmail, these were not promotion mails that I could just sweep to archive. This usually happened on days when I had back to back calls and meetings…
It is hard to decipher at first; the change is so subtle, almost invisible. But it was there nonetheless. It was hard to digest either – the slow descent of parents from the holy pedestal of saintliness to what they really are – people. We have all heard the Mahabharata lore of how Yudhishthira’s rath…