sexism

the saddest thing about goa is the sexist attitude of most people. i know we have equal rights and everything, and that women and men have had equal rights to property since portuguese times. and a lot of goan women are actually doing something with their lives-like my mum. but for some reasonpeople still think having a son is the greatest thing since sliced bread. i often get asked this question (i'm the younger of two daughters): you don't have a brother?
like i need one! one old lady actually asked me why i wasn't born a boy! sheesh!
except for the fact that i don't produce sperm, i'm every bit as good as a boy! i work harder and i'm pretty sure i have bigger muscles than some of my guy friends- that's because they don't get off their lazy butts to do anything physical (except get in fights). no offence to all the guys out there. i love all the men/boys in my life but ugh!
i know i'm a feminist or at least i project myself as one, but i really just want people to accept each other, regardless of sex.
is that really too much to ask?

freedom

some day i will leave this place.
do all young yearn to get away?
leave behind the status of pupae
burst out of the cocoon-fly away?

its not growing up that i desire
i'd rather be the phoenix out of the fire
renewed, refreshed, but underneath
just me, just the same old me.

the links of youth tie you down
no matter how old you may have grown.
maybe a nomad's life should be mine
no authority save my own mind.

is true freedom recognition of none
as supreme except the sun?
and can one truly cut off all ties
before one dies, before one dies?

by me

sunday blues?

ahhh....yet another sunday!
alleluia!
not so rainy today- quite a pity.
was my mum's birthday yesterday so slept late and woke later:)
am disappointed that i didn't get to watch the man utd. vs. fulham game today- would've loved to see cristiano ronaldo score.
since no one in all of cyber space is reading my posts-and the sad thing is, this blog was supposed to make me feel less alone, more like there were people like me in the world- i have asked my dad to check it out. hope he gets the time to. that's the sad thing about being here- my dad doesn't really know what's going on in my life.
my mum, sister and i are in india nad my dad works in the gulf.
i know there are a lot of families like mine. that doesn't mean its ok. the separation sucks and we all choke back tears everytime my dad leaves after a holiday.
i guess that's life.

help me out

help me out here:
want to know why women like guys in uniform. do guys like girls in uniform?
why are athletes hotter than the less active dudes?
why do people persist in littering the place even when there is a garbage bin close by?
is art really about perspective or is some of it just plain BAD?
what is the point in war? it used to be about territorial expansion, now what is the excuse?
why am i bothering to type this out when no one even realises i exist? (ok, that's hyperbole, but still -itdoesn't look like anyone is actually reading the stuff i do bother to post.)
if any one does see this, and has answers or other such unanswerable questions, let me know.

sports in goa

some one named manisha malhotra said on the news today that india does not have a sports culture.
i totally agree! i really wish i'd taken a greater interest in sports when i was younger. who knows, i might've been the female version of cristiano ronaldo. (man, he is so hot!)
played in an inter-class football match today- i SUCKED! i didn't know what to do with myself. and it's not like i am peter crouch's height or anything, i'm not all limb. i stood on the ground like a lost puppy, waiting for instructions.
what if it is too late to actually do any thing sporty with my life?
and if there is someone out there who reads this-can you tell me why you never see women in the tour de france? women have stamina too!
goa is all about football, and women's sports don't really seem to get much encouragement. i hope my daughters, if i ever have any, will not face the same situation as me.