JHALMURI CORNER

 I spend most of my days on my desk. It is smaller than the one I have back at home, but it gets the job done. Every time I look up, I see Antartica. I promise I am not going crazy, there's just a world map stuck on the wall. It's loosely taped across the edges, and I have scribbled ocean currents in blue and red. But yes, getting back to Antartica. It is a fascinating continent; it's got half the world on its surface. There is Victoria land and Roosevelt Island separated by Ross Sea. And the Japanese station on the coast named after Prince Harald of Norway. It looks like an oyster with a thick tale. That is not a piece of information that you needed but I am short on things to entertain myself, so here we are talking about Antartica. Today when I looked at Antartica, I was pulled back to the ballad "The Rime of Ancient Mariner" ** . It was taught to me at 14 by a woman who loved her job a little too much. She took her time explaining each line, simplifying each w...

  I was sucked into the "not a feminist but an equalist" wave long before I truly understood the meaning of feminism. So, the teen me wanted to be anything but a pseudo feminist, it made sense because I didn't want to hate men. The men in my life have been nothing but kind and supportive, they were simple men driven by simpler ideologies. My father was more than content with his two daughters, despite coming from a society that was famous for seeking multiple abortions in the desperation to have a male heir. He was found punching above his weight to give his little girls the education that was multiple notches higher than their male counterparts. Is he a feminist? certainly, to an extent, not sure if he knows what it meant to be one. My brothers were more than okay with knowing that their sisters were as equally competent as them and sometimes more. And hence I did not want to be a man hater. I loved the men in my life, and they were doing everything they could to empower...