The Unruled Notebook

They say people who don't know to dance have two left feet. Although, I might have two left feet myself, what is more interesting is I might actually have two left hands. Okay, I understand that's funny but here is why: If you are a girl or a boy or a boy who looks like a girl, you would probably know that it is a thing now to have a makeup blog or vlog or youtube channel in your name. I bumped into this world of cosmetics, beauty blogs and tutorials only a few months ago. For those who don't know about it, let me tell you, it is a crazy, ruthless and unbelievable world. Picture sourced from Google Heard of these? Snail slime masks, Placenta hair masks, Seaweed bathing creams, Microblading.... and endless other such insane stuff. These are insane but quite popular among beauty enthusiasts and they even swear by the benefits of such products. These are otherwise cringe-worthy products in my world. I use gramflour+tumeric face mask, Coconut oil hair mask and  a...

  I like the letter ‘E’ of all the alphabets. I had umpteen choices of words and great many ideas swimming across my head. I wanted to write about Easter Eggs, Elephants, Eskimos, Emptiness, What not! But something made me shelf all these lovely topics and choose this word Elflock. Guess why?   Picture sourced from Google   This morning, in the shower, I witnessed  Apocalypse !!! Picture sourced from Google. Hair color modified.   This is how my hair looks like after it is completely dry. A Velcro manufacturing unit might approach me to discuss their business prospects; I see a great future ahead of me *Sob* *Sob* Picture sourced from Google I have been trying some hair treatments at home. I smear the magical concoction of coconut oil, olive oil and castor oil which smells more like X - *I don't want to mention it*. After the oil is absorbed and half of it covers my face, I put on the highly recommended special ha...

  Picture Courtesy - Google I was under the impression that there's little about my life that should create any sense of alarm. I have a good job as a software engineer. I am fortunate enough to live in a decent gated community - the kind of place that shields you from the daily tantrums of India's traffic, water and noise pollution. Despite these considerable advantages, I still wonder how it feels to be a woman in India. Can I really describe myself as an empowered woman? And more importantly - am I free? I have to admit that I don't even dare walk the few hundred feet to the main road near my place after 7 p.m. in spite of the spacious, well-paved roads; it isn't a pleasant walk at any time of the day. Too often, I don't feel like I can stand in the highway without being stared at. And almost instinctively when on public transport, invisible goose bumps springs up all over my body ready to sense t...