The Misunderstood Movement
When I was contemplating on what my first post would be about, it was like I had opened all the sluice gates of the mind at the same time. All the gates had the same gushing pressure. When I finally had some time to calm my thoughts and analyse one topic at a time, I found one that has always been close to my heart ever since childhood. This subject has been talked about so extensively, mostly in the right context, but many a time totally out of context. I can say that somewhere along it lost its way and was completely misunderstood. It only reduced to a trendy sound bite rather than a genuine systemic movement. This post is dedicated to my tryst with Feminism. I was born a female and I have always been proud to live in this skin. I came into this world in Goa (India) at a time when most were happy at the birth of a daughter, but would surely be happier if she was born after a son. They say my mother felt that way, but the way she, together with my father, raised me does ...