Feminist ranting over the phone goes – ‘you know we were talking, this Corona thing feels like one is waiting for the periods. When will it come? Sometimes I think, let it come and let’s be over and done with it.’ And we end up laughing at both Corona and our dwindling pre-menopausal periods. It has been a long period of waiting for periods. Most often it came and sometimes it did not. Such has life been for many of us. It is amusing that as women we could draw metaphors for these extraordinary times from something most take as an ordinary part of life. Personally speaking, when you have bled for 5 days for almost every month, leaving out the wanted and unwanted pregnancies, for about 30 years of your life, it feels like bleeding through your vagina is as normal breathing through your nose. The only difference was that you did not wear a pad to soak in what comes out of your nose. Even that has been taken care of by now. Is it any wonder that menstruation metaphors decorate our e
Hello everyone, (good morning, good afternoon, good evening) Happy International Women’s Day. My name is Banamallika, today is 8 th March and I am here because it is International Women’s Day. I love IWD because it is the only day when random women like me, get invited to talk on random things related or unrelated to women at random places. The rest 363 days of the year, women are asked to shut up, keep quiet, not make too much noise. Not that women ever listen to anything they are told to do and that is why we have International Women’s Day. But I am coming to that part of the story later. I am a feminist and one of the few people who have a t-shirt saying so. Naturally I get invited to speak at many places each year on women’s day. As the second or third option always. It is only when the police officer, the actress, the writer, the journalist or the successful business woman has said she has other commitment is when the call comes to me. Anyways, although I ha