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My Big Fat Indian Shaadi

Some of you wanted me to write about my shaadi. So here it is, my Big Fat Indian Shaadi. ‪#‎ShaadiDiaries‬I got married for two main reasons-1)A new passport with a normal human face photo. (Which did not happen. Refer to my previous post to know why https://www.facebook.com/nazreen.fazal/posts/843174642456130)2)To experience a day where I can dress like a frikkin’ princess and no one would bat an eyelid. (Which almost happened. Except you can’t fake...

Continue Reading 27 Oct 2015

The Big Fat Indian Shaadi

I got married for two main reasons-    1)   A new passport with a normal human face photo. (Which did not happen. Refer to my previous post to know why https://www.facebook.com/nazreen.fazal/posts/843174642456130)   2)   To experience a day where I can dress like a frikkin’ princess and no one would bat an eyelid. (Which almost happened. Except you can’t fake grace. And since I was wearing a skirt made out of rocks,...

Continue Reading 26 Oct 2015

Dear World

Dear World,If you could stopSpinningFor a second-Just a moment-We need to talk,Right now.I see cracks whereMen carved your skin,Etching borders thatStarved your kidsMidst wars that bleedThose who don’t even knowWhat they mean.The world is in a whirlAnd where do you startSolving what’s tearing us apartWhen your sight is metWith imagined borders that electWho’s safe, who’s a threat. Your children are dying,Your rivers are drying,And I know you still turnSo sorrow neverReaches...

Continue Reading 22 Oct 2015

Dismantling False Hierarchies

I grew up in different parts of India, hearing different languages, breathing different cultures, befriending different people. The defence campuses we lived in were mini Indias- a potpourri of North and South, East and West. My brothers and I made Hindi- a language so alien from our mother-tongue (Malayalam)- our own. My mother expanded her culinary skills by adopting different cuisines from all over the country to satisfy her children's...

Continue Reading 06 Oct 2015

Dead Meat

Dead MeatAt his death bedHe said‘I have no beef with youDear neighborsJust an adviceTo think twice, nay, thriceBefore you peer into someone’s plateOr ask his name to judge his faithAnd relegate to an imaginary boxWhere all made-up-enemies stayAway from your discriminating eyes And twitching hands that seek bloodOf those who pray to different godsOf those who lead different livesOf those who hold different minds. In these timesDeath is better Than living in a...

Continue Reading 03 Oct 2015

Unladylike tales

I walked into marriage ready to become (or at least act like) a grown up. I own a human now! I mustered all the grace and femininity I could and told myself BE A LADY!It was going really well. For about 48 hours.Then I went for my first walk with my new husband. It was a cool full moon night, there was a light breeze and we were strolling hand...

Continue Reading 19 Sep 2015
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