oh!!! wo-(man-ia)
edition 3 may‘2014
Like men have this crazy sexual urge
that they may end up sleeping with
their own sister? I looked at them
with rage. A rage that could kill all of
them, and I kept looking until they
realized the meaning of what they
were saying.
The mother was dead! They could have
escalated their expressions to the
mother too. Fortunately, they didn’t.
They were abusing each other, I also
remember the times when they cussed
their best friend, they abused the
grocer, the Indian cricket team, they
cussed everyone. It was like
breathing!
Growing up with 4
brothers (fiction)
My parents were the most amazing parents
ever, I always believed. There were times
when I would read articles about female
feticide and would feel terrible about the
girls who were never born. On one hand
where other parents were dying to have a
son, my parents struggled to have a girl.
Despite my mother’s ill health, they kept
taking chances until they had me, after 4
sons. That’s perhaps the reason I feel
blessed. My mother passed away when I was
a little kid. With four boys and a little girl,
my father took immense efforts to bring us
up. My eldest brother was 10 years older to
me. I was always loved and taken care of,
like a princess…..
…..Until I grew up to understand things in
details. More details! Growing up in a typical
North-Indian household is a challenge in
itself, especially when the girls are educated.
The society doesn’t digest the fact that girls
are being treated the way I was. I was
always pushed to pursue education. No
sooner I turned 21, than I had my own car.
My eldest brother gave me all luxuries
before I could even ask for it. I remember
my first driving lesson. That lesson, did not
just te