Monthly Archives: December 2012

And yes, now EVERYONE knows I waste too much time on twitter.

Last night the 23 year old medical student passed away. They called her Damini. They called her Nirbhaya. They called her Amanat. They called her Braveheart. All those names don’t matter now. She will never know them. She will never … Continue reading →

I was at Hypercity the other day, with spouse in tow, himself doing the manly task of pushing laden trolley down aisles, while I chucked in as much as I could grab from the shelves into said trolley. When the … Continue reading →

Victim blaming can be as traumatic as the assault itself As I read the newspapers about the outrage in Parliament over the brutal gang rape of a 23-year-old in a Delhi bus, a statement by a Parliamentarian catches my eye. … Continue reading →

Tehelka archive As I write this, the news feeds talk about yet another rape in Delhi. This time, horrifically, in a moving bus, a gang rape in which the staff of the bus also participated— according to reports. The victim … Continue reading →

Reading a news article about how a woman’s Mr Perfect changes with her age, and one line in the mass of small, close spaced font jumped out at me with the ferocity of a lithe feral animal. “Less than 1% … Continue reading →

She slunk into work wearing dark glasses on a rainy day and sat quietly at her desk. Her movements were odd, jerky. She’d just resumed work after a day off, casual leave, called in sick. She was wearing full sleeves … Continue reading →