Corruption is not an issue anymore because everyone understands (and even respects) this basic human urge to hoard, to make more money. We even celebrate the top 15-20 billionaires of the nation as some sort of beacons of our culture and pride.
But what gets missed in this razzle-dazzle is that corruption is not just someone making extra money by bending rules - it also means those bent rules KILL people. In building fires, collapses, fake cancer medicines, adulterated foods, drunk driving, and a hundred other ways.
Corruption actually means someone making money by murdering people, murdering us.
It is so weird to me that every single time women say, calmly, factually, sometimes even tiredly, “India is not safe for women” a particular Indian man performs a fascinating cognitive backflip.
He doesn’t hear unsafe. He hears insult.
To the nation.
To his ego.
To his WhatsApp forward degree in patriotism.
So he responds with breathtaking strategic brilliance.
“Then leave.”
“Indian women hate India.”
Yes. That must be it. Women are paying three times the rent, planning their lives around curfews they didn’t set, avoiding entire pin codes like they’re radioactive, because they secretly despise the tricolour.
Meanwhile, men can live anywhere. Walk anywhere. Exist anywhere. And still ask, genuinely baffled “where is the problem?”
Here’s the part that really seems to short-circuit them, that bad men do not listen to women. Ever. They listen to other men. To social consequences. To loss of reputation. To the threat of being named, fired, excluded, and made uncomfortable in the same society they currently move through untouched.
But that would require men to hold men accountable. Which is apparently too much to ask. Easier to tell women to leave the country than tell a friend to stop being a creep.
So women adapt. They pay more. They shrink their lives. They trade freedom for safety. And then get told they’re exaggerating, imagining things, or being anti-national.
Criticism sounds like hatred, striving for safe survival becomes complaining, and reality becomes bad PR for the country and its problematic men and all other men apparently.
Don’t for a second believe that is patriotism. That’s the emotional maturity of someone who thinks pointing out a crack in the wall means you want the house to burn.
Women aren’t asking to leave. We’re asking to live. As freely as men do.
And the real madness is that half the population is rearranging their entire existence to avoid harm, while the other half is offended by the tone in which the actual very real harm is being pointed out.
If that realisation hurts, good. That’s what accountability feels like when you’re not used to carrying it. And if you don’t want those men to represent you or India, feel free to change the narrative instead of losing the plot and subjecting women to more rubbish word salads.
today, I started a unit on inclusion in my class, and we discussed how ugly is it to feel left out.
three periods later, a girl comes up to me to ask why all her friends make her feel left out and lord, kids connect to things so damn fast
teaching teaches you so many things, the most imp. being keeping your problems aside when talking to kids. they DO NOT deserve our anger, irritation and sorrow.
today, one of my kids was reading my lesson plan diary. She came up to me and said, ‘You work so hard, but no one listens to you.’ I laughed so much, and I’m still laughing at what I’ve done to this kid and the others.
it is kinda wild how I don't follow any sport but get emotional when such an episode happens because I genuinely love when people who work hard, feel the sense of urgency to do something, battle their internal storm and end up achieving it. LOVE THIS
kinda weird how people start scolding the cabin crew for a delay. reminds me of a lesson I taught kids on how we should acknowledge that there can be an imp. safety reason behind a delay and kids gave such beautiful answers on possibility, empathy, patience and accountability.