Successful women are always met with haters.. those who want to like them but the male ego prevents them from admitting their true feelings.
First, they ignore you
later they sneak up on you
they watch you
they hate you
they follow you
but they don’t admit
they want to like you
but they can’t even stand you
they want to admire you
but their ego doesn’t allow them to
they want to appreciate your work
but they find it too difficult
then they criticize you
they question you
they doubt you
they try to bring you down
plant a seed of fear in you
Here, you got to be strong
a badass a ruthless dreamer
whose dreams are bigger than any shit happening in their life
whose aims are brighter than any negativity in their life
you got to fight every day and win the fight for yourself
you got to believe in yourself
you got to stand for yourself
Remember no one gives you the power you have to grab it.
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This strange love story reminds me of Princess Diana when she gave an interview about Prince Charles - "There were three of us in this marriage!”
This love was flawed and broken the way only we humans know how to break things with our ego, pride, insecurity and complexities!
Where do I even begin to tell the story of how deep a love can be, how it transcends time, place and people. Perhaps this is a story about how women are their own worst enemies. Either way it is a story that tells us how frail, fragile and fraught we are as humans and how much we hurt each other.
This love story began when I was two years old. Growing up in India in a culture that wove love stories like Laila Majnu, Heer Ranjha and the epic symbol of love, the Taj Mahal, into the very fabric of our existence, love was always an integral part of our lives.
One such love story was of a boy and a girl who were neighbours. The boy, an athlete, artist and a poet, found his muse in this shy, thoughtful and in her own way poetic girl, who seemed to worship the very ground he walked on. Her face could be found in all the paintings he created, and her name in every poem he wrote. The girl called him Sagar, which means ocean, symbolizing his all-encompassing love for her.
Everything thing was going well; their wedding date was being finalized, till the boy’s older brother who was a doctor in the same little town, got accepted into Stanford Medical School to do his MS.
Earlier my husband would say, 'Arey! What is there in making dal-roti? It's so simple.' After he had to cook everyday when I was ill, he has stopped saying that to me!
“Arey! What is there to do in making dal roti? Put a handful of lentils in the cooker and let it whistle and make two rotis. After all, how long will it take?” A handful of dal (lentils) and two rotis! This is the story of every woman and no one seems to understand.
Some time ago, after a shopping spree, my husband and I entered the house, exhausted. I had just about kept all the bags aside, when my husband said, “I am very hungry, can you make something.”
I looked at my husband in amazement and thought, ‘He had just had food, how did he get hungry again so soon?’
My husband, as if he had read my face, said, “Arey! You know that my stomach is not filled with outside food. Just make dal roti. What is there to do in making dal roti? Put a handful of lentils in the cooker and let it whistle and make two rotis. After all, how long will it take?”
‘Is this the way dal (lentils) and roti are made?’ The thought came to my mind. ‘After all, I also went along and now I am tired too.’ I was also getting angry at myself that after all, I had spoiled the habit of everyone in the house.
An unasked question you see in many eyes. A loud question many choose to ignore. Why don’t women get equal recognition?
A conversation with a colleague on gender bias is what led to this thought. “I have completed the projects assigned, brought new ideas to the table, and have client appreciation too. Yet, internally there has never been appreciation or recognition.” she said.
Without a second’s break, she continued, ”Whereas the men in the office are applauded for the smallest of work they do. It’s a pattern, really. Why don’t women get equal recognition?”
Her thoughts were nothing new; these are the thoughts of every working woman, that they think at least once in their work life. Oh hell! ‘Often’ is a better word than ‘at least once’.
My marriage is over, yet - why don't we women know how to walk away with our dignity intact? Why do we bother about the 'stigma'?
My marriage is over, yet – why don’t we women know how to walk away with our dignity intact? Why do we bother about the ‘stigma’?
I got married exactly two years ago, and now I know that this marriage of 2 years is in shambles… My marriage has ended, not legally yet. But emotionally, physically… YES.
Being an independent woman, earning well, and raised by middle class parents – it teaches you a lot. Especially how to be competent for yourself. Yet what I guess it doesn’t teach you is how to stand against this society, and break the bonds to walk away from a toxic marriage.
I have a eight month old baby girl. I know I can take care of her very well myself, but sometimes I wonder… if the child needs her father, then am I doing right with the child? And I also think – what about my life, and what kind of life will I give her when there are so many fights, arguments, and so much hatred between her parents?