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Alright. So it is time to write. It had always been But the words were a tad shy. In the chaotic green room A noun would nod her head A jumpy little preposition Would whisper, “You go ahead!” The adjectives would line up Enthusiastically The editor would tut-tut And drive them willy-nilly An edgy pronoun, ‘I’ to be specific Would peer around the curtain, heave a sigh Look down, ponder, and wonder ‘why?’ Why does it have to be so tough To just talk To just express To just be oneself and not obsess With accuracy, with detail With what words really entail Is it not possible to just let them flow Let them decide where they want to go? Back in the greenroom Getting crowded, it was “Let us out, let us out Too many stories trapped here about!” Finally ‘Me’ sauntered in and looked around An objective avatar of ‘I’ She was abstract, not proud. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled the curtain apart.  She winked at the words, who tu

When Yami Gautam looks back at her career graph, she’ll definitely regret her decision to endorse Fair & Lovely. What her conscience couldn’t, perhaps the recent torrent of Twitter jokes will hopefully achieve. In case you missed the fun, here are some samples! I was heartened to see people ripping apart the concept of conceived fairness! After all, it is a promising beginning for a nation that associates fairness with beauty, success and esteem. I just wish that the sarcasm wasn’t just directed towards the brand ambassador, but towards our own inherent bias towards fairness. While this bias affects all women, the ones from the lower economic strata have the most to lose. Mostly illiterate, enmeshed in a patriarchal society, struggling to make ends meet, these women are easy prey to corporate mind-games. To think that they unnecessarily spend a portion of their earnings every month on buying fairness creams that hardly make any difference to their complexion, but make the