Being a woman

As a woman of this world,
I have a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders.

I have to be pretty all the while
But dress appropriately so as not be the object of everyone's eyes

I have to be mature, take my own decisions
But stay in my limits,
Coz duh! Girls have limited brain function

I have to take it as a compliment when people say "wow you can drive"
Coz for us right is left
And patriarchy is right.

I must have long hair
Can't cut them short.
Coz lambe baal is positively correlated to the amount of sanskaar

I have to go gaga at every baby i see;
even though they are wailing and disturbing my sleep;
Coz i hold baby making apparatus in me

When i'm angry, or sad it's always because of the unfertilised egg leaving me
Not because the external circumstances like a guy being a douche to me

I have to sit with my legs crossed, or close together
Coz keeping them wide open is code for "come at me"

And finally,
I have to analyse all the things that go wrong with me
Cross-examine myself
Coz it's all because of me
Because i'm a woman

Grim Realizations

Life is but one,

Comes with a clock

Ticking to the end. 

Tick

Excel in studies

Tock

Excel in work

Tick

Excel in relationships

Tock

Excel in life 

And you forget to have fun

Forget to quench your existential thirst

And then you are ashes.

Sadly you aren't a phoenix.

Thoughts in my mind

My mind is a black hole
sucking matters from everywhere
It lacks the filter
which shuts out things, and people
who should not be cared

For the mind can handle only so much of stress
Contradicting my psychology texts

Swirling around, like thoughts in a pensieve
Nowhere to go

Trapped in my mind
Trapping me in my life.

Memories of MA-2

When you enter the class 5.10
You see a bunch of budding future psychologists
Eating as if they came from a starving land
The teacher sighing at the sheer amount of time passed with the kids hogging
She thinks of how it all started

June, 2014
The sun is burning
Everyone would come early
To catch the seat in front of the door kept open
A certain fan would stop turning
The whole class would sit quietly
Waiting for 5 hours to end

Come rains and terms like MMPI, ROR become our friends.
The class bond over food
With pasta, oats, bhel, and dhokla passing hands,
Feeding our tummies
Giving us the strength to face the tests

And then we have guests like "Chees-mayo sandwich, and franky and McD"
Disrupting the teacher
Lighting up the still hungry

Perhaps what really brought us together was our love for chai
It was love at first sight
The day we had bhajji and chai as it poured outside
Our love is so deep
That we have chai even when it's too many degrees outside

Let me tell you about the monster named "Dissertation"
Which gave us many a sleepless nights
From running hither dither to collect data
To understanding the finer nuances of Anova and Manova
As minute formatting slipped our attention
We realise after binding that theres a problem with the indentation

Second semester brought in counselling
Which is very helpful to us mental health professionals
We successfully apply CBT to ourselves
And secretly wondered whether Freud did make some sense
The 3 principles of PCT are ingrained in our heads
We can jump out of out beds and recite the steps to behavior therapy on a bet

And then it all came to an end.
Just like that
We dint have to reach college by ten
We dint have to convince ma'am to let us out early
Those days are gone when we got hooked to trashy songs
And laughed our hearts
All full of innocence

But those memories have found a place in our hearts
Where they will be cherished till time stands still.