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When the dusky bride in Tanishq’s new ad walks into her second wedding with her daughter and the groom takes the sathphera with the child in his arms, hopes really fly high for the women in the nation. Similarly Officer’s Choice new ads deal with sexual harassment women face in office and the abusive relationship endured by the fairer sex. All these women friendly as well as few gay friendly ads make one smile about the awareness and openness growing in our Indian society.  Since the country is in a chaotic juncture with its politics, economy and social disorder, the idiot box at times gives glimpses of hope. But these hopes again turn into ashes as soon as another new ad from Park Avenue breaks in. Here a beautiful lady walks in for a drink when she is spotted by the man in black staring at her. When another guy attempts to sit near her, man in black sprays his deodorant on the seat, next on another seat, then the on the drink and finally on the arm of the lady. With...

October, the pink month stands for the Breast Cancer Awareness around the world. The disease is still a hush hush matter in our society, as it primarily deals with our breasts. It occupies 30% of the cancers found in women around the world. The deaths caused are due to lack of awareness. It is the fastest growing cancer in world today, though both male and female are victims of it, women are hundred fold more at risk. It is the fastest and commonest cancer growing in urban India and has 25-33% shares in all cancer cases in women. When Alice James self diagnosed the lump in her breast, she had already anticipated death, as the cure was missing. Today the survival becomes though when the patient is diagnosed in third or fourth stage. Today at the near end of October I pen about the basic symptom of breast cancers for my fellow sisters, girlfriends, and friends, readers, family, known and unknown. It is my duty to aware people as I proudly am the granddaughter of Survivor. My gr...

          ( As it is Dashami I happily present the review of my favourtie comics Ravanayan Finale part 1. On this day Ram defeated Ravan and ended the epic war. Hence I find this day  particularly exciting to review a comics about Ravan the Asura with ten heads. As he burns, let us remember we need essential evil to keep the good inside us. Happy Dashami to all my reader friends. ) Book- Ravanayan Finale Part-1 Creative House of Publication- Holy Cow Entertainment Pages-60 Story- Vijayendra Mohanty and Vivek Goel Art- Vivek Goel and Sumit Kumar (pencils), Yogesh Pugaonkar (Colour) The basis of Indian mythology and culture lies in our great epics. Writers Vijayendra Mohanty and Vivek Goel have taken one such epic and married it off to Freudian and Metaphysical concepts. In the Epic Ramayana we find the story of Prince Ram and his struggle between duty for family, love, nation and epic war with Ravan. In Ra...

(The part three of my driving lesson) On appointed week second, Daredevil had convinced Bunny Instructor that she was born to drive in fifth gear. Anything below fifth gear was an insult to her free spirited nature. In certain cases it was really an insult; the ever fearless devil had forever been living on the edge. People claimed to live for fun, but this woman even after one year of traditional Indian marriage had not given her spinster ego. It would be vain to call her attempts to be daredevil feminist. So this free spirited bird was ever dominant on the steering wheel. Life was fine for her driving days until it hit her soon that she had to return to her work and a delicate husband in another city. As soon as this reality sink in the torture on the car was maximized. So the car took jumps and turns, mood swings were visible and the fiery eyes were scaring everybody in the car. So when she drove people sitting backseat decided to put on seat belts. Every other dent and ...

(Here we are, my reader friends and me, we have come to the second anniversary of our dear blog. What started out as my complain page and random quest of words on 2nd October 2011 has become a very integral part of me. Last year I celebrated the girl bonding and having a great day with my major mate to celebrate first anniversary of the blog. But this year exam is killing me from doing anything. My Batman Journal is still waiting for me to pen it. I may not have achieved the desired effect on my readers. I still fail to see unknown and new followers of my blog. I really and badly want people to read my words. So I promise to work better with my writings. What begun as pleasure writing has opened various path for me. I have become a fan fiction writer, I share my thoughts on Migzing.com and I finally may have found the one thing I am good at. Today I have nothing to share in particular, but since I am two decades old I have twenty pearls of wisdom to share. Let’s Enlighten Each ot...

{The part two of my driving experience} On second day, Bunny Instructor and Knowing were standing at door step early in the morning. Overexcited Daredevil too was up with the first sound of alarm. But the Scared Cat who had hunted words late night was not willing to wake up. It was the time for the scared Cat’s sacred dream time. Yet she was pulled out of her sister’s comfortable bed and was forced to brush and wash her face. Life for next one month was going to be harsh for the scared Cat. The carbon gray car was again out into the blue to its practice field in Pink College. Pink College was not informed about the training hence its huge gates were locked up. Bunny Instructor took the car to ITI field which was an open ground for masses. Daredevil went on her usual whirlpool of driving, the same story of clutch break accelerator began and smell of burnt oil ran in air. Yet the Daredevil was not the one to back off. The more the car resisted, more the Daredevil suffocated...

{This is going to be several part article series. Since I have got few complains of being repetitive in my feminist outlook and missing my humourous pieces, so today I try to write one. The pleasure writing is about my experience of driving lessons I had to endure. } On my mother’s fifty first birthday our new grey shiny car arrived. After years of travelling in government authorized cars my father had the great enlightenment of buying his own just a year before his retirement.  With the advent of the car came the first problem, who would drive it. At the precise moment the ever enthusiast sister of mine was ready to drive the car without any prior idea about driving car. Yes she was home, which meant normalcy was far from sight.  Hence the hunt for driving instructor began. I asked my major mates, my father asked his personal chauffeurs, but the target was hit by my mother and sister duo. The son of our family friend found us one.  So the poor fellow had th...