Feminism Rant…

Okay here’s the deal – I’ve been hearing a lot of jokes and insults about feminism and I think it’s very interesting people are arguing against feminism – almost like it’s just an anti-male, greedy group that needs to be made fun off. 

For one thing, feminism isn’t about giving women more rights than a man – it’s absolutely not about telling people that females need more attention, more pay, more opportunities. It’s just so interesting how quickly the feminist movement has been taken as a “negative” thing. Feminism is about equality for men and women. 

And I’m not just talking equal pay/ paying for dates and stuff… I don’t think it’s good enough to just give up after you’ve given equal pay – “here you go now, are you happy?”. It’s just condescending. 

The other thing is, feminism should not just be a female led group. Feminism should be predominantly male as it is the male population that’s responsible for all the problems in the first place (mainly)… 

It’s just so interesting that people just scoff at the idea of a feminist. I think everyone should be a feminist. We’ve got to start somewhere to get people to change their mindsets towards women, otherwise it will never change. 


And… the rant is over. I’m done. 



Lonavala Weekend Trip

Imagine your favourite holiday home and put in in the middle of the shire. Lonavala was that beautiful… Firstly it was fog… in the monsoon everything is covered in fog. You can’t even see the headlights of the cars coming towards you until they have come 5 meters. When the fog clears, everything around you is simply breath taking. 

We arrived on Friday evening and spent the rest of the evening celebrating my grand ma’s birthday and relaxing. The next day we went to a waterfall – We were driving up a steep hill but we couldn’t exactly see anything so we just placed our bets and hoped for the best really. When we walked down to the waterfall, we had the best time. I would say the best thing about it was the fact that you could just sit in the waterfall and eat onion bhajis and “bhutas” (corn on the cob) – absolutely amazing. 

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Most of the evening was spent relaxing – just relaxing – I continued writing and reading and we played cards and charades.

The next day we went to a water park in Karla – which was amazing and we had a lot of fun (especially because there were loads of water slide) but we really should have gone to the Karla caves. The next time I visit I’m actually going to go to hiking in Lonavala – it seems like an amazing place to hike! 



Haaji ali

Our trip to Hajji Ali was an interesting experience. There was a lot to take in… we had to wear scarves on our heads because that was the Muslim culture. On the way we were bombarded with men trying to sell us scarves and flowers and other traditional offerings. Although we refused, people would not budge! They were adamant to sell those scarves. It was just so hard to say no as well. I love scarves! Scarves are my favourite accessory. I just… I could rant on about how much I love scarves but I’m going to move on, even though it pains me to do so. *pauses life and appreciates scarves for 2 minutes.*

Haaji Ali stands out from most other mosques because it’s on the sea. To get there, we have to pass a stone passage on the sea, bearing in mind that there are no railings. During high tide, you probably shouldn’t even consider going! 

When we visited, it was raining and the sea felt particularly wild. We felt waves hit the side of the stones and erupt upwards, drenching a lot of people. I was quick to move out of the way. My friend was not that lucky. 

One of the things that really disturbed me was the beggars. Beggars, beggar children and disabled people were sitting on the stone passage, wearing barely any clothes, freezing to death in the rain, begging for some mercy. I understand the motive, it just pains me to think of the desperation that leads people to do this. 

On the inside however, Haaji Ali is a beautiful white domed building. It stands so tall and powerfully over the water. When we looked inside, we saw jewels covering the internal walls, chandellier … just beautiful.



Snow World Meyhem

I’m all up for sledging and Ice skating and all sorts of snow related fun. I love snow – it’s fun to play with – and it’s great to victimise a friend with snow balls. Not that I would do that. Like ever. I’m totally lovely. 

But I do have one massive complaint – -10 degrees! I was at the Snow World in Phoenix Market in Kurla on Sunday. We were all really excited to go – it sounded like a lot of fun. I knew from the start that it’s going to be cold so we should cover up but that advice was usually avoided. 

Even though I was the only one sort of well-prepared, I still managed to absolutely die inside the place! We were given welly boots, cotton socks and a parka – that’s not going to keep you warm. That’s not going to keep you warm in 5 degrees! It’s pretty useless. And we had to spend a whole hour in that. 

It was just disastrous. My family and I were the first ones to leave. On top of that, the ice skating rink was just terrible. My hands froze so I couldn’t even get my skates off. My ass turned solid after I fell down – I still feel the pain.

Really – like the worst ever thing so far. If anyone from phoenix market is reading this – dudes, not cool. 

And if anyone is planning to go – it’s awesome – the facilities are great! It’s just, you really need to dress appropriately – I’m talking socks + thermal socks, full body thermal suit, jeans, full sleeved shirt and jumper. Absolute necessity if you actually want to have fun – I mean who cares if you walk around like a fat panda – at least you’re not dying from the cold. 


Indian Poverty

My friend always told me, even though this saying is very old now, that a picture says more than 1000 words. You can see attached below a very powerful picture I took when I was travelling through Mumbai. The location of this picture is irrelevant as this situation is the same as any other situation like it all around Mumbai. 

For most people living in Mumbai, the situation is pretty much helpless. Many people growing up think it’s pretty much the norm, yes, you’re curious about the poverty but you are too young to know what’s wrong or right. This is how it is and that’s how it’s always going to be. Growing up, you start to establish a sense of morality and you want to help the people, off course you do, but you don’t at the same time. You can’t do much. So you’re stuck in a very strange never-ending situation. 

Which is why when I arrived in Mumbai, I wasn’t shocked at all. I was always used to this. Perhaps the distance has made it seem a lot more shocking. It’s when you’re out of the situation you start to realise how messed up the situation really is. 


I mean, imagine, this child is barely 1 year old – and what is his quality of life? Him and his family live on the side of the roads, under flyovers, and in little shacks. These people are simply left out like this to tolerate the terrible weather conditions. 

It’s just so interesting because we always refer to the beggars by their profession, or refer to the poor people as “street sellers”. Not many of us would find our selves subconsciously referring to these people as people. Are we simply guilty of accepting the truth? There has been no evolutionary change here – there’s no “us” or “them” – the difference is just that some of us live very satisfactorily, in fact, quite luxuriously, and loads of us are living on barely nothing at all.




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