Just One more Cup of Chai

"Let it go, Let it go...can't hold it back anymore" :)  This song from Frozen has a deep meaning for me and you will soon know why. Perfectionist, supermom, multitasker, extremely organized; these are some of the adjectives that always made me feel good about myself and my way of life until I felt suffocated trying to keep up to the praise. I had to strive and let go of my 'perfect' way of life to make some compassionate space for the 'imperfect' me. My obsession with my compulsions and the eternal craving for order and neatness in my Life was a little short of turning into a disorder.  My close friend, who always lends an earnest ear to the monkey inside my mind, makes me aware that I almost always dig up inconsequential stuff to get stressed over. She assures me that my life can be totally peaceful and fun only if I let go of this quest for perceived perfection.   However, it is an ongoing internal struggle that I deal with every day since th...

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 ...