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Do you have days when you just want to be that 'ordinary girl' and not the 'strong woman'? You will so relate to this poem.
Do you have days when you just want to be that ‘ordinary girl’ and not the ‘strong woman’? You will so relate to this poem.
There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl Days when I am the girl next door…
One who tilts her head to the sunshine Who caresses petals tenderly There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl…
One who loves her hand to be held Who likes an arm around her waist There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl…
One who doesn’t worry about the repercussions Who doesn’t fret over tomorrow There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl…
One who wants sweet nothings to be whispered in her ear Who wants someone to flirt with her There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl…
One who can put her feet up after work Who needn’t worry about dinner every night There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl…
One who is loved Emotionally, mentally, physically & spiritually There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl…
One who can bawl her lungs out Who won’t be ridiculed for doing so There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl…
One who can get through the day without thinking a thousand thoughts Who can sleep the moment she closes her eyes There are days when I’m just an ordinary girl…
One who doesn’t have to wish for all of the above Who doesn’t have to be feisty, independent and strong all the while There are days when I wish I could be just an ordinary girl…
First published at author’s blog
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Rajshri Deshpande, who played the fiery protagonist in Trial by Fire along with Abhay Deol speaks of her journey and her social work.
Rajshri Deshpande as the protagonist in ‘Trial by Fire’, the recent Netflix show has received raving reviews along with the show itself for its sensitive portrayal of the Uphaar Cinema Hall fire tragedy, 1997 and its aftermath.
The limited series is based on the book by the same name written by Neelam and Shekhar Krishnamoorthy, who lost both their children in the tragedy. We got an opportunity to interview Rajshri Deshpande who played Neelam Krishnamoorthy, the woman who has been relentlessly crusading in the court for holding the owners responsible for the sheer negligence.
Rajshri Deshpande is more than an actor. She is also a social warrior, the rare celebrity from the film industry who has also gone back to her roots to give to poverty struck farming villages in her native Marathwada, with her NGO Nabhangan Foundation. Of course a chance to speak with her one on one was a must!
“What is a woman’s job, Ramesh? Taking care of parents-in-law, husband, children, home and things at work—all at the same time? She isn’t God or a superhuman."
The arrays of workstations were occupied by people peering into their computer screens. The clicks of keyboard keys were punctuated by the occasional footsteps moving around to brainstorm or collaborate with colleagues in their cubicles. Most employees went about their tasks without looking at the person seated on either side of their workstation. Meenakshi was one of them.
The thirty-one-year-old marketing manager in a leading eCommerce company in India sat straight in her seat, her eyes on the screen, her fingers punching furiously into the keys. She was in a flow and wanted to finish the report while the thoughts and words were coming effortlessly into her mind.
Natu-Natu. The mellifluous ringtone interrupted her thoughts. She frowned at her mobile phone with half a mind to keep it ringing until she noticed the caller’s name on the screen, making her pick up the phone immediately.
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