Tag Archives: women empowerment

A little Encouragement!

This is something to keep all those wonderful and rebellious women going.

I hope you have a good time reading this.

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True that

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This reminds me of Barney Stinson 😁

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Absolutely.

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Own it my friends.

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And so I said. 😜

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Dangerous indeed.

And all I got now is, you girls rock.

Have a good day guys.

The Subtle Irony Of Being A Woman!

Hello fellow bloggers and readers,

Today, I am thrilled.

The only reason for this is, a dear fellow blogger, PSEUDOMONAZ had invited me to write a Guest Blog Post for her page, and she has accepted and published my simple and very plain thoughts. She has a category “On the other side of silence’ where she posts wonderful pieces of writing concerning women. Do, visit her.

This being my first blog post, I am ecstatic.

Now, without boring you much, I will share the direct link to the post here, and if you do get a chance to read it, please let me know what you think about it.

https://pseudomonaz.wordpress.com/2018/07/27/on-the-other-side-of-silence-the-subtle-irony-of-being-a-woman/

Thanks!!

Half World!

Reading Indian Writing, I came across a wonderful Telugu poem. Unfortunately my lack of knowledge in language, forced me to read the English translation.  Nonetheless, it definitely reached my favourites.

I could not find it over the internet, but I take the liberty to share the translation here, which I found in a Pdf file.

 

Half World

Arthanareeswara – half woman, half Eswar

You say, or, half of the sky

Both sound the same.

Cleaving the globe vertically into two

Half light and half darkness

Darkness is only the shadow of light

That’s the lesson taught at school in childhood.

 

Three rooms in our home:

Drawing room, bedroom, and kitchen

One half is mine

For my hubby the drawing room

For me the kitchen

For us both, the bed

Responsibilities we share half-and-half

Bearing the baby mine,

Giving the family name, his.

 

When dusk falls

Shivers in the spine

Wailing hearts

On being raped

As though rising from graves

Before lamps run out of oil

Spent matchsticks

If these snigger and tease

If wan and feeling wretched

The differences aeon-long

Are those of light and dark.

 

Groping in the dark

Claiming half world as mine

How long can I feign Urmila’s* sleep?

Not in the answer sheets in the exams alone

For life too should a margin be given.

Life should be securely held and protected:

Even from the one to whom the heart is given.

 

(*Lakshmana’s wife in the Ramayana. She spends all her life in sleep during his exile.)

 

-S. Jaya

This reminds me of so many poets, Plath, Kamala Das… And all I can do is read this again and again.