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Take a look at these Granny videos. These women are amazing, spunky, and oh-so-not-your-average-grandma-like!
What pops into your head when you hear, see, read the word ‘Grandma’? An almost angelic lady with a halo of white hair, sitting on a rocking chair with knitting needles or feeding you with some of the best food you’ve ever had or telling you a story? Must be something around those lines, I’m sure.
What if I tell you that there are Grannies on the internet who can rock any yoga position or become viral for that very food you love, or be the warrior of the stories they tell? You might have LOL’d at this but scroll down and prepare to be lit up with these granny videos with more likes than all your instagram posts combined.
At 98 years of age, Nanammal just casually goes on being one of the best yoga teachers in the whole wide world, rocking every yoga position like a pro and winning competitions. The usual.
Can you cook? Most of us can. Do you have a food blog? Some of you may. Does it have a lot of followers? Probably a few. But… are you a 105 years old? I’m pretty sure you’re not, unless you’re this lady who can cook almost anything and everything, and it’ll probably be the best ‘grandma’s recipe’ one will ever get their hands on.
You must know what ninjas are, right? Now imagine one, with an expertise on an Indian martial art (Kalaripayattu) wearing a sari, with the longest sword you can imagine and ‘only’ 74 years old! Meet Meena Raghavan, who is only a costume short of being the most badass ninja ever.
These granny videos prove that grannies are the real MVPs and prove that there is no such thing as ‘age appropriate‘ behaviour. Try a page from their diary someday!
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My house-help asked excitedly, “I am going for wedding. Can you let me wear your red & black saree? To be honest I was stumped for a moment; I didn’t know what to say but I still said yes.
I lent a gorgeous saree to my house-help for a wedding in her family. Soon I stated getting questions if I would wear that saree again or if I was okay to be seen wearing the same saree my house-help was wearing?
We are all so conditioned to give our used clothes to our house-helps but are we okay to wear the clothes they were wearing?
A few days ago she came excitedly to me, “I am going for a family wedding. I want to wear your red & black saree, Ill wash and give it to you after the function. Please can you let me wear it?”
Beauty is a very clever, very evil capitalist tool. It traps those who have it into hanging on to it for dear life and those who don't into mutilating, torturing themselves to achieve the unachievable.
I recently wrote a piece about MP Shashi Tharoor’s tweet in which he had shared a pic with six women parliamentarians tagging them and saying “Who says the Lok Sabha isn’t an attractive place to work?”
There was a rash of comments on the post shared on Instagram, which ranged from “chill, it’s just a compliment” and “stop overthinking compliments”, to (worried) men lamenting about “these feminazi”.
Here’s my answer to all those comments.
Granny would read to me stories from an old leather bound book. She never let me touch the volume. It was hers, off limits and only she could read from it.
As the bus panted its way through the lush foliage of the foothills, I craned my neck out of the window and inhaled deeply. The hills smelled the same, of pine and juniper. The crisp breeze whispered of winter. I sighed albeit sadly for this journey was tinged with sorrow.
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Cooking is not an issue. I prepare food for myself every day and quite enjoy doing it. But slaving away in the kitchen is quite another matter.
While I ran about in the sprawling open courtyard of my mother’s house in a somewhat sleepy little village in rural North Bengal, I remember my granny sitting on a low stool cooking in the dimly-lit kitchen. It was already dusk and a few hours later, a tasty dinner was served. My parents had gone down to spend a few days during the Durga Puja holidays.
After my mother’s family moved to Kolkata, I often used to visit my maternal uncle’s place. Here, the kitchen was big and bright, but granny still continued to cook. Her specialty was a chicken dish which no one ever in my family has been able to replicate. Maybe it was the spices she used or her loving and caring hands that were behind the deliciousness.