My journey as a writer has evolved multifold and recently I have been brave enough to venture out as a contributor to other popular social platforms. The one I have had the most delightful experience is @
Momspresso. This platform enabled me to explore writing in my mother tongue (Tamil) despite the fact that I only learnt the basics of the written form of the language (the spoken and written form are very different). Having moved around to different schools during my schooling days (by virtue of my Dad's job as a banker) within India, I had to choose a language that would remain common in all the State and Central curriculum (so, Hindi was my second language in school).
I have picked a few of my100 Word Challenges that I enjoyed creating @ Momspresso, which were straight from my heart. I also won Weekly Prompt challenges, some of them conducted in association with popular publishing houses. Would love to hear from you, to see if they resonate with similar experiences you'd have seen in your life.
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On moving back to India, after a decade of living as an immigrant resident in foreign countries, the sight of minors on motorbikes troubled me a lot. This post was with respect to that:
Vinay and Sharada together hurried to the nearest police station. At the entrance, they saw their favourite motorbike that Arjun, their 15 yr old son, had taken to run a few errands for them. It was damaged beyond repair. Expecting the worst, they went in to inquire about their missing son. The inspector said, "Your son is in critical condition. Go to the Govt. Hospital ICU". Sharada was breathless... Just then she heard a resounding Vrooom of a bike. Waking up from her nap, she rushed down to ensure it wasn't her son, Arjun, who was driving the bike.
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The hopeless romantic and optimist that I am, the normalcy of every marital relationship, after a few initial years of romance, prompted me to write on how even simple things can bring back the spark into the marital life however lengthy and monotonous it has been.
In a room full of family and friends celebrating their 25th anniversary, Riya was feeling lonely. She wished life had a rewind button to go back to the time when she felt alive, not just a role - mother, wife, daughter, in-law!
Suddenly the lights went out. Riya turned to go to her book room. The room echoed "I am because of you. Sorry I haven't been around a lot, lately."
'Will you be my w(l)ife?' projected on the wall. Lights came on. Rishab was kneeling before her. She hugged him and cried, "I love you!"
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The hopelessness of sexual abuse becoming a piece of everyday news initiated this rant:
Every alternate day at least, we read about it.
Every once in a while we talk about the hopelessness of the situation.
Every person takes to the street to protest such a heinous act of crime
This goes on for a few weeks, and sometimes months, and then the human memory happens. The incident, event, and the emotions that it invoked is forgotten and life goes back to its old self - new victims in the making, a more heinous sexual act in some part of the world ready to unfold and the whole nine yards repeats without a change.
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My eternal wish, of Empathy and Humanity driving actions of every individual, will automatically make mindfulness & equality as a way of life, brought these words to life.
The rise of awareness, the increasing loudness of opinions and voices against the social issues, the double standards that is prevalent based on gender, gives hope that slowly and steadily the black curtain of smoke, that is covering the colours of true happiness of living a life driven by the rules of empathy and humanity, will eventually disintegrate and vanish. That would be the real burst of colours in all our lives.
A world where everyone is respected and lauded equally without the bias of any categories.
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My first attempt in родрооிро┤் for a blogging prompt ро╡ிро▓ைроородிрок்рокро▒்ро▒родு. I won this weekly prompt challenge and got featured... A thrilling and fulfilling experience for a first attempt. As a winning reward, I was called for a Facebook (FB) Live to read out my story and had a
first FB live experience.
рокெрог் роЕрооைродிроХாрок்рокродு роЗропро▓ாрооைропிро▓் роЕро▓்ро▓, рокுро░ிродро▓ிро▓்.
роТро░ு роХுроЯுроо்рокрод்родிрой் роЖро│ுрооைроХ்роХாрой рокெро░ுрооைропை роЖрогுроХ்роХு роХொроЯுроХ்роХுроо் роЗрои்род роЪрооுродாропроо் рооро▒роХ்роХுроо் ро╡ிро╖ропроо், роЕрои்род роХுроЯுроо்рокрод்родை роЪீро░ாроХ ро╡ро┤ிроироЯрод்родி роЪெро▓்ро╡родு рооுро▒்ро▒ிро▓ுроо் роТро░ு рокெрог் роОрой்рокро╡ро│ே!
роТро░ு роЖрог் родрой் роЙро│்ро│ுро░рогро░்ро╡ைропுроо் роЗропро▓ாрооைропைропுроо் ро╡ெро│ிрок்рокроЯுрод்родுро╡родை родூро▒்ро▒ுроо் роЗродே роЪрооுродாропроо் родாрой், рооாройрод்родைропுроо் рооро░ிропாродைропைропுроо் роТро░ு рокெрог்рогிрой் роЖроЯைропிро▓ுроо் роТро┤ுроХ்роХрод்родை роЕро╡ро│ிрой் рокро┤роХ்роХ ро╡ро┤роХ்роХроЩ்роХро│ிро▓ுроо் родேроЯுроХிро▒родு.
роТро░ு родாроп் (рокெрог்) роиிройைрод்родாро▓் родрой் роороХройைропுроо் роороХро│ைропுроо் ро╡ேро▒்ро▒ுрооைропிрой்ро▒ி роТро░ே роиெро▒ிроХро│ை роХро▒்ро▒ுроХ்роХொроЯுрод்родு ро╡ро│ро░்роХ்роХ рооுроЯிропுроо். рокெрог்рогுроХ்роХு роОродு родро╡ро▒ோ, роЕродு роЖрогுроХ்роХுроо் родро╡ро▒ு. роЖрогுроХ்роХு роОродு роЪро░ிропோ роЕродு рокெрог்рогுроХ்роХுроо் роЪро░ிропே.
роЪрооைропро▓ро▒ைропுроо் ро╡ீроЯ்роЯு ро╡ேро▓ைропுроо் рокெрог்рогிрой் роЪொрод்родு роЕро▓்ро▓. роХுроЯுроо்рокрод்родிро▓் роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роЕройைро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роЕродு рокொродுро╡ாройро╡ைропே. роЗродை роТро░ு рокெрог் рооройродிро▓் роЙро▒ுродிропாроХ роХொрог்роЯு ро╡ாро┤்рои்родாро▓், роЗрои்род роЪрооுродாропрод்родிро▒்роХு рооாро▒ுро╡родை родро╡ிро░ ро╡ேро▒ு ро╡ро┤ி роЗро▓்ро▓ாрооро▓் рокோроХுроо். роЗрои்род рокாро▓ிропро▓் роЪроород்родுро╡роо் ро╡ிро▓ைроородிрок்рокро▒்ро▒родு!
(Translation of the above post for the tag word - Precious
Title - Women's Role in bringing about Gender Equality
A woman's silence implies an understanding of the situation, not helplessness.
This society that places a man on a pedestal and gives him the power to dominate and lead the family, fails to realise that the actual leading and guiding is done by the female of the home.
This society that ridicules a man who wears his heart and emotions on the sleeve for being too weak, claims that a woman's conduct and respect is defined by the attire she wears and her social habits and her friends' group.
A mother has the power in her parenting methods to ensure that her children grow up without gender bias. What is right for a boy/man is right for a girl/woman and what is wrong for a girl/woman is wrong for a boy/man.
Household chores and kitchen are not exclusive to a woman. Everyone in the family should share these chores. If a woman lives her life with these thoughts as her guiding force, then this world has no choice but to change. This gender equality is the most precious of all.)
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Again the same kind of news on children and women being victims of gender bias and sexual harassment and abuse news (more specifically, a child who was sexually abused and murdered near her home) initiated this rant in my mother tongue (Tamil), where such raw emotions are better expressed.
роЕро░ிродு роЕро░ிродு рокெрог்рогாроп் рокிро▒рок்рокродு роЕро░ிродு роОрой்ро▒ு роТро│ро╡ைропாро░் роЕрой்ро▒ு роЪொрой்ройாро░்.
роЗрой்ро▒ு, родிройроо் роТро░ு роЪெроп்родி - рокெрог், рокெрог் рокிро│்ро│ை роороЯ்роЯுроо் роЕро▓்ро▓, рокெрог் роХுро┤рои்родைропிрой் рокாро▓ிропро▓் рокро▓ாрод்роХாро░роо். роТро░ு рокெрог்рогிрой் роЙроЯை роЖрокாроЪрод்родை родூрог்роЯுроХிро▒родு роОрой்ро▒ роЕрокрод்родрооாрой роХுро▒்ро▒роЪ்роЪாроЯ்роЯு ро╡ро▓ுро╡ிро┤рои்родродு.
роТро░ு рооூродாроЯ்роЯிропிрой் роироЯைропிро▓ுроо் роЙроЯைропிро▓ுроо் роОрой்рой роЖрокாроЪроо்?
роТро░ு роироЯைрокро┤роХாрод роЕро▓்ро▓родு рокро┤роХுроо் роХுро┤рои்родைропிрой் роЙроЯைропிро▓் роХூроЯ роЖрокாроЪроо் роЗро░ுроХ்роХிро▒родோ?
роТро░ுро╡ேро│ை роЕро╡ро░்роХро│ிрой் рокாро╡роЩ்роХро│் роХாроород்родை родூрог்роЯுроХிро▒родோ?
роХாродро▓ை рооро▒ுрод்родாро▓ுроо் роПро▒்ро▒ாро▓ுроо் роЕро╡ро│ிрой் роЙропிро░ை рооாроп்род்родு ро╡ிроЯுроо் роЗрои்род роЪрооுродாропроо். ро╡ேро▓ைроХ்роХு роЪெрой்ро▒ாро▓் роХுро▒்ро▒роо், рокроЯிрод்родுро╡ிроЯ்роЯு ро╡ீроЯ்роЯிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родாро▓் роХுро▒்ро▒роо், роЕро░роЪிропро▓் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் рокொродுроиро▓роо் рокேроЪிройாро▓் роХுро▒்ро▒роо், роЪுропроиро▓рооாроп் роЗро░ுрои்родாро▓் роХுро▒்ро▒роо், роироЯрои்родாро▓் роХுро▒்ро▒роо், роиிрой்ро▒ாро▓் роХுро▒்ро▒роо், роЪிро░ிрод்родாро▓் роХுро▒்ро▒роо் ... роТро░ு рокெрог் роЗрой்ро▒ு роЪுро╡ாроЪிрок்рокродே роХுро▒்ро▒рооாроХ роХро░ுродுроо் роиிро▓ை рооройродை рокாро░рооாроХ்роХுроХிро▒родு.
роЗройிрооேро▓ாро╡родு роЖрог்роХро│ுроХ்роХு, рокெрог்роХро│ை роОрок்рокроЯி роородிрок்рокродு роОрой்рокродை роХро▒்ро▒ுрод்родро░ுро╡ோроо்.
(Translation of the above post
Title: The rarest gift of time is to be born as a Woman (The title is a quote from a poem of Auvaiyaar)
Auvaiyaar said a long time ago "The rarest gift is to be born as a Woman".
Today, rape & abuse of not just women, but girl child as young as few months old, and women as old as 80 years, is everyday news. In this context, the argument that the seductive dress that a woman wears is what instigates such crimes loses its value.
What sensuality does one see in the wrinkled ageing lady almost nearing the last stages of her life or in a newborn just crawling or learning to walk child wearing a cute skirt/frock/shorts/baby nappy? Maybe their facial reactions and smiles might induce feelings of sensuality for the perverted mind!
A society that doesn't let a girl live her life irrespective of whether she accepts or rejects a proposal of love extended to her. She is judged irrespective of whether she chooses to stay-at-home or to be a working woman after completing her graduation, has a political opinion, is selfish, is selfless. Anything she chooses to do it is always her fault when something goes south and this situation pains me.
At least from now, let us teach a boy/man to treat a girl/woman right and to respect her as a human being.)
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