For the first time ever,
in my conscious memory,
none of my dreams
or things that I look forward to
in the future with anticipation
have anything to do with a man.
Isn’t that something? Even if it did take me three decades to get to it.
It was so worth it.

I remember reading a review of Honeymoon Travels which described KK Menon’s character as thus:
He isn’t quite a male chauvinist, just an Indian man.
I didn’t quite get that at the time. Then I saw the movie and thought I understood a bit of what the reviewer was trying to say. KK Menon’s Partho is a [...]

The world is my bee-hive
Am I a feminist because…
….I write about the incessant stupidity of men?
….I crib about their committment-phobias, their thoughtlessness, their fragile egos and their hazaar nakhras?
….I claim (as I truly believe) that men are a luxury, a vice, an expensive hobby but not ever a dire necessity?
The dictionary defines feminism as:
1. [...]