Friday, August 15, 2025

The Monster that is M

 The monster that is M

It’s something that strikes terror in every woman’s heart . We dread it , and have sleepless nights over it , every other advertisement is to combat it , and to avoid and evade the onslaught and ladies I am not talking about men .  We love them, hate them and sometimes they are the bane of our existence but we cant do without them ;  I still get confused about the other gender / binary configurations.
Men o pause , menopause is literally men on pause . It’s this weird time where either youre leaking like a faucet , going drip drip or are as dry as the Sahara which is Laos turning miraculously green! I don’t know , there are no in betweens. 
One gains weight in all the earth defying ways and then you go to a doctor who tries to tell you it’s cortisol,, stress and just metabolism going slow . I mean who coined these ! Then there is this crazy ting , it like ht flashes, you’re suddenly dripping in sweat or you feel so cold that you think you are an extra in Frozen.
There is no in between , again .
The heart palpitates not because you are love sick or love struck ( after so many years you barely stand each other ) you think you’re going to die .Suddenly anything and everything that can go wrong goes wrong , one is asked to do yoga, how the hell are you supposed to be the Indian Fakir out of TinTin , when everythign hurts and swells up.
It’s like there is a conspiracy going in my body and then my hair are frizzy and have antennas as if Im trying to connect to the green Martians and there is a permanent wave as if I had auditioned for Bellatrix Lestarnge but got cancelled because I wasn’t white enough .
There are hair where there shouldn’t be and hair goes missing where it should be . I’m telling you the billion dollar industry that survives on our insecurities is so tapped out by ladies who are going kamikaze . Magnesium , mood enhancers, CBD gummies, Evening Primrose, shatvari , ashwagnadha and all sorts of seeds soaked in water ,and the right amount of protein vs carbs is driving us . It’s no wonder the fuse is so lit and this is why all the ladies of my generation are into deep breathing , crochet and yoga ! Some also go the other way , they all let go and its ok if the kilos pile up and they discover there artistic side , a this point whatever floats your boat . 
If AI could help replace all this , I would happily embrace it . It is the biggest mystery , as women we go through all the pains ,trauma , periods ,hormonal imbalances, literally the mind expands and comes back to normal , and we can bear stress and anxiety and still be called the weaker sex, there is this normal period where don’t hinks it’s all fine china and roses and tea and then boom! Menopause hits us .
And , then the blinkers are off . It’s like a superpower, we don’t tolerate nonsense , have a hyper active intuitive system that can out beat , out rank any spy system
The only fault is somewhere along the line we tend to be a little over sensitive , and dramatic and a bit fluffy ! 
I am currently thinking about the CBD gummies and to start production where I could give them out free like poppins and that ladies and gentlemen is how I would win the elections in 27 . 

Thursday, August 14, 2025

Independence Day

 Independence Day 



When I was a young girl which seems a lifetime ago there was so much excitement over Independence Day and the parades and getting up early morning to watch it all. Even if I didn’t understand it just the sheer romanticism of it all. , made me feel good . School functions and the practices  and dressing up for the customary compulsory dance drill just made one feel important . It’s was as if one was the best and was doing something important t. The jazba was real , we believed in the patriotism and having those flags was a thing . Where have we down the ages lost all this?
It’s all a changed scenario , the cynicism has crept in and all we are worried is whether we can call in sick and have a longer weekend. Down the ages , or over the years the spirit of patriotism has left us and is cursory to the mandatory social media share . Of course one does wear the colors of the flag so that th epicure looks good but do we remember our heroes? Not the reel ones but the real ones , the names faceless soldier who dies for us again and again and we try our level best to doubt our own government .
It’s a shame when one reads or watches news and it pains me to see the doubt and the fact that we wont believe our own army and the government that we fought a war as recent as 3 months ago and we mock them .
Why cant we defend our own? Why cant we just believe that all happened? It’s like we try to water down our own soldiers and make sure that all the bizarre theories circulate via WhatsApp . It’s a mission where all of us act as if we fought the war there  amongst the jawans . Ive had discussion and conversations but had to give up against the conspiracy strategy arm chair experts . Men and their views . heaven forbid a women would make more sense than them . It’s a patriarchal genetic default with generation conditioning to think like this and there isn’t solution to this , maybe AI or Preplexity could help me with this. 
Wearing fancy dress , learning the lines and watching the customary Independence Day special reminding us of the war and the struggle doesn’t make us . I think defending oneself and being passionate about the country day in and day out and revealing in how this chaos works and how it is sustained is the real magic. Independence for me , is in the mind and to be able to live and express and to hold my head high amongst the world. We are a force to reckon with , this spirit needs be kindled and not relegated to the window for uploading selfies .and the hashtag . Life is beyond the social media consumption and influencer marketing,it’s in the freedom we have .