Feminist Rantings

This madness is uncalled for.  I have never heard so much about money in my life. I bump into friends at the friendly market place rushing to the bank with waddles of cash. And I know very well he has not earned anything in a while. Somewhere else when I go to meet someone I am asked by the maid to wait for a while. ‘She is busy. They have to count all the money you see’ she tells me in a voice mixed with pride and innocence. I call my personal banking guy looking for change. ‘I have a crore to deposit. How do we go about it?’ - I joke. ‘Oh! Let’s see how we manage that’ - he tells me. ‘Can you wait till tomorrow till I figure out?’  He is serious and matter of fact. Obviously he has dealt with similar requests in the last couple of days. Frankly speaking, this has been the only good spot in this entire black money sweeping spree. The fact that the banker dude actually believed I have a crore of cash. The rest of the stories are grim and dark. Irking factors in this gimmicky r

On the big question of whether there is life after birth for a mother, I would say – there are good days and there are bad days. If you ask moms around the world there is not much difference between the two. Here is a comparative table: Good Day Bad Day Get woken up by a scream and a pull of the hair Get woken up by poke in the eye, kick in the nose and a bum sitting on your face Go to the bathroom and breast feed Breastfeed before you can go to the bathroom because the child is screaming the neighbourhood down Clean and dress child (deal with mild resistance if you follow her instructions) Clean and dress baby (deal with severe resistance and tantrum if you follow her instructions or don’t) Make breakfast while baby empties all your kitchen cupboards on to the floor. Make breakfast while baby catches the fridge open, brings out the milk box, spills it all over the floor, slips