#warriorsong#WomenAreAmazing#PersonallyPavi#thewonderwomenworld Every woman and mother here – I dedicate this poem to you. Keeping being loud, assertive and 100% amazing. Remember – you’re a fierce queen, born to rule your little world. Don’t let anyone take your crown away. Ever. Happy Women’s Day, sisters! – PAVI RAMAN                                  The Warrior Song. “Your body is impure. Don’t come into my temples.”Your words don’t hurt me, not anymore.I’m bigger than your barbs, I’m louder than yourfears. I stride ahead, anklets jangling. Who

Equality is the soul of liberty, each of us need to understand the underlying hidden fad, equality means not treating everyone the same, but attending equally everyone’s different needs. Equality, gender parity, feminism, are not luxuries to lightly cast aside, they have approached depths in human mindset beyond imagination. Fueling the flame  to vanish the stigma of inequality, being anxious to be equal is a perpetual threat to status quo, the sentimental error of women being treated inferior has gained

When it comes to TV, we’ve always had two ground rules- that we’d only have one TV set ever and it would never be in the bedroom. Consequently, who gets to watch or what we’ll watch, is decided either by calling dibs on a favorite or consensus. Usually there is a peaceful resolution and crisis is averted. But since the last one month, with all three of us working out of home, the TV remote has become a much-coveted commodity.

Last few weeks have been very disturbing not only for me but for a vast diaspora of people who still have their faith in humanity, who still believe that we all are equal beyond any barriers that separate us on the basis of colour, creed, caste, country, customs and cultures. These all dreaded words from C can only be cut out from the basic moral fabric of our society by Compassion. We all are way more than the attributes attached

I am still looking for some answersYet my humble soliloquy attemptsseems so blank.I belong everywhere yet I don’t owe a thing.Came to life 42 years back. Have behind me a lot of memoriesSome are good – some not so bad.Lots of learning, some baggage.I want to drop each bag now, that I carryDon’t like the way it weighs me down. I love myself and my lifepolishing my every pieceI am sociable , yet a loner.Faithful , yet detached.Seeking for somethingI

The year was 1984. I was seven. We still hadn’t moved to Delhi. It was a small town in Haryana, we lived in, where kids were sent to buy groceries from nearby nukkad markets. I remember coming home one day and telling my mum that the usual shopkeeper wasn’t there. My mum nodded absentmindedly. I kept looking out for him, but that shopkeeper never came back. The friendly, smiling turbaned fellow was now replaced by a sombre clean-shaven, short haired

‘Swathasya swasthya rakshanam Aturasya vikar prashamanam’. Help retain the good health of a healthy person Treat the person who is suffering from a disease I am Dr. Dipti Mody, an Ayurveda consultant for the last two decades. I was a firm believer in Ayurveda right from my childhood and pursuing the professional qualifications as an Ayurveda doctor added to my beliefs. After completing my education, I was sure of practicing classical Ayurveda rather than a mixed practice. My perseverance and faith

The week began on a very promising note with the headlines that read- ‘Supreme Court shatters glass ceiling for women army officers’. With this decision, the SC dealt a strong blow to the gender parity in the army. The army has been directed to give women permanent commission within three months. The celebratory noises hadn’t died yet when close on its heels came two extremely disturbing news. The first news spoke about the girls (almost sixty of them) in a

After a tiring yet fun filled start to the week, here I am back again with the little snippets of my thoughts. Few days back it was Valentine’s day- the day of love and almost everyone, especially college going youngsters were completely in it. It left me wondering do we really need a day to express our love? And even if we do then why don’t we keep expressing it throughout the years, throughout our life? After conversations with few

I spotted my first grey hair when I was 20. I was a standard Year 2 medical student; exhausted, overworked, surviving on strong coffee and the goodwill of nurses. Over the next few months, that one sneaky grey strand became two. Then five. I was ashamed. I mean, who greys at 20? To make matters worse, my friends had glossy, dark tresses, with nary a hint of silver. So every morning I spent a good 10 minutes, artfully arranging my