Showing posts with label beautiful to me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beautiful to me. Show all posts

Sunday, 28 June 2015

Period Saga: Taboos We Break When We Bleed

I am a feminist. I have been one my whole life. So, one day I thought why don't I write for a feminist portal (I was already freelancing as a writer full time at this point)? And then I decided to act upon said thought. A few month's back I had pitched this idea to a feminist magazine. They had loved the idea, and I had gone ahead to get the whole photo-essay together within 2-3 days. They really loved it. But, for whatever internal issue the story never landed up on their website. No worries. I had decided even when I started working on the essay, that if it isn't picked up I will not let it go to waste. I had my own blog after all, my own platform. As, most of you know, my shift to Delhi has been full of misadventures. In short, Delhi has not been very kind to me so far. I have been rendered (briefly) homeless, penniless, with all government sanctioned identity proofs stolen. Anyhow, I finally found some time, and clarity of mind to finally blog this photo-essay I had worked hard on. I was very happy with the outcome. Especially because of the amazing responses I got from my friends. 
Read on to see what my awesome friends had to say about breaking period taboos.
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We have often wondered if breaking a period taboo actually started a calamity somewhere. Instagram recently drew such a huge backlash that they had to reinstate the photo of artist, Rupi Kaur, who posted a self-portrait of her bleeding during her period. Some have hailed her as a hero, while a few have mentioned that seeing period blood stains are equivalent to and as disgusting as seeing human excrement. Facebook and Instagram (which is owned by Facebook incidentally) have proven time and again that sexist posts are protected under their dubious guidelines as personal opinions, whereas women sharing candid photos of their natural bodies and bodily functions are the actual offenders. Our question is simple – why should a few drops of blood cause so much repulsion? We decided to speak to a few women who have grown up listening to ridiculous period taboos and asked them how they break those taboos when they bleed.

Soumi Paul


I have seen many girls frantically trying to get rid of the red stains on their clothes. But, I have never given it more importance than a mud stain or been ashamed of standing in the metro without trying to cover the stains strategically. During a cultural fest, I had to wear a burlap sack styled into a bandage dress as per the theme. I started chumming and the fact that I was wearing a sanitary napkin underneath was very obvious so, my friends asked me to take it off. Wearing a pad to ensure hygiene is again something I am proud of. I walked the ramp with a slight bulge between my legs despite the attention it drew.

Anupriya Dutta Gupta Sen


We have been brought up on a staple diet of 33 crore Gods & Goddesses from whom we are supposed to stay away on those 5 days of the month. I have always wondered that how come He, who created our body and all the workings in it, be offended by something that is His doing? This particular process of a woman's body is related to her reproductive system and something that is part of the formation of a new life can never be considered a sin, right? In my monotheist mind, God welcomes us in His abode irrespective of whether we are oozing blood or not. I never shy away from going to Him even during those 5 days.

Tanaya Das


As a teenager I was always told women on their periods should not enter temples. Assuming that God exists, how could She be okay with this nonsense? I say She because obviously God is a Woman of Colour, there is no shame talking about our periods and no need to hide that we buy sanitary napkins. So, one day I just decided to go to a temple and I swear Durga Ma in her beautiful saree gleefully winked at me and gave me a discreet thumbs up before schooling her expression for her other devotees.

Sayantani Saha


Growing up, I was taught not to talk about periods to the male species. My cramps were mistaken for all kinds of illnesses. I wanted to scream that I was not ill and shut them up. I did shut them up when I finally grew a brain. I bleed every month like half the population does and I am not ashamed of it. It is a normal bodily function which only signifies that I have a healthy body. Why hush up about it? So, I stopped making excuses and started talking about it. After all, it is only blood and some other tissues! The funny part is the incredulous look on the people's faces when you mention the P-word openly.

Rashmirekha Basu


Durga pujo is the one time in the year when we have to abide by certain traditional norms regardless of our individual convictions. It involves waking up at ungodly hours on Astami to offer anjali to the goddess. When I start my period during that time, I am not allowed to offer anjali. It does not make a difference to me because I am not religious that way, but such discriminations are archaic and are based on vague dictums of religious texts which have a perpetual male bias.  For those who regard the anjali with religious fervour, it is grossly unfair to be denied assertion of their faith based on ideas rooted in ill-informed idiocy.

Sohini Biswas


I followed taboos during my periods until I gradually realised how silly they are! I do not hesitate to buy sanitary napkins anymore nor do I feel the need to cover or hide them. We do not hide toilet paper, why pads then? It does not bother me if there is a blood stain on my pyjama. A pad fell out of my bag in front of a male friend once. Instead of panicking, I picked it up normally like I would any other thing that fell out of my bag. Periods are healthy and natural.  There is nothing to 'whisper' about it.

Oendrila De


Breaking the taboo regarding menstruation is not about the right to “Instagram” a woman’s stained sheets or abolish toilet walls. For something natural, a woman is ostracized, prevented from sleeping on her bed, and kept from praying. Innumerable women are ashamed of discussing their menstrual pains, which could be signs of severe health problems, like hormonal dysfunctions, cyst, etc. Unhealthy and unhygienic practices percolate from one generation to the other among uninformed, uneducated women because they’re ashamed to learn about it. A woman may or may not feel comfortable discussing her menstrual cycle openly. But the archaic attitude needs to change, for her health’s sake.

Sharmistha Guha Chowdhury


A menstruating woman doesn’t anger God! A woman who is menstruating is going through a natural biological process of her body. Many women feel hesitant to ask their male acquaintances to buy sanitary napkins for them. Why such shame? The sales person at the local store always gives you a look when you ask for napkins. It is like you have asked for a BOMB. Then he wraps it in a piece of paper and puts it in a black plastic bag. Save the extra work. There is no need for it. 

Swarnali Biswas


The use of two words in Bengali "shorir kharap" meaning illness is used for menstruation. It exposes the deep-seated taboo surrounding it. I too used to refer to it like that without realising that it happens to every woman and is normal and healthy!  I used to be tensed and worried if I had blood stains on my clothes.  I felt the need to hide. Nowadays, I consciously tell the shop keeper to not cover my sanitary pads because there is nothing to hide or be ashamed of. It is neither impure nor an illness.

Mahashweta Paul


Every time you ask for sanitary pads at a medical store, they wrap it in newspaper as quickly as they get it off the shelf and put it in a bag. This has always seemed strange to me and for some reason it irritated the hell out of me! Pads are hidden away as if they are used for a 'dirty' purpose. So, one day I asked the man at the counter to just give me a pack without wrapping it. He got the message. It has been a couple of years now and he does not wrap them anymore. Not even for the other ladies.

Malabi Ghosh


Dear patriarchy, we bleed to let you live. Our menstrual blood is way more powerful than your knight’s red chivalry. To you blood is death, to us blood is life. Your successor is born because we menstruate. So, stop being ridiculous, stop stigmatising the stain of life.

Thank you Sayantani for helping me edit this photo-essay, especially on such short notice back then. Lots of mint cocktail loves. :D


Tuesday, 9 December 2014

I Will Hold On Hope

I love the sound of Mumford & Sons. If you haven't heard of them, then please do. Especially check out this song that I linked to. Even the video is just so charming. I have been listening to them for so long. But, only saw this delightful video after someone shared it with me a few days back. It is just the right dose of kooky that I love so much.
The Cave
Coming to the outfit, I should mention this is my first true outfit photoshoot that has been shot outdoors. I was so bored of photographing in my room (even though it serves as a lovely backdrop). Unlike other times I did not feel awkward posing for my photographer in such a public place. Is it age or comfort? I don't know. I am getting old, that much is for sure. I get back pains way too often. Then again my perennial craving for all things chocolate has increased even more. I refuse to believe that is a sign of ageing.  At 5'2" I console myself, saying I am average height. But, one thing I realised after looking at these photos is that I am painfully short. Given how dreamy and bohemian I feel just looking at the outfit, I think the photos go perfectly with that theme.
About the clothes - I love this crochet cardigan to death. I think it is the prettiest and most delicate thing I own. The polka dotted pants are from Romwe. At first they were quite a disappointment, because even though it was mentioned they are harem pants, they looked way more fitted on the website. But, I have come to love it. These are now my stylish pyjamas. I wore these to work this week and felt so effing cool thinking "Yay I am so cool, I wear pyajamas and sneakers to office!"
I had also done a pop art-ish eyeliner look with this which unfortunately was ruined by the time we got around to the shoot. I am planning on doing a tutorial sort of on that look soon.

bye bye birdies


Crochet Cardigan - c/o Sheinside
Polka Harem Pants - Romwe
Turquoise Necklace - Accessorize
Son of Man Ring - Quirky-me etsy store
Mary Jane Wedge Pumps - B.K. Market
Lip Colour - California Orange from Street Wear
Nail Colours - Apple Martini and White(doesn't have any name on the bottle) from Colorbar

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Saturday, 30 November 2013

Inspiration

I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.❞
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C.G. Jung

I must also have glitter confetti on my palms, a golden collar around my neck, golden eyebrows and a floral crown on my head.

floral crown, glitter confetti, gold brows and collar

For pinning these images & more inspiration go *here*

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Friday, 25 October 2013

You Bore Me

Do you inspire? Do you try to bring about a change of perception? Do you try to elevate the mundane into something aspirational? You don't? Then why do you exist? You bore me.

avon gold bracelet

hot red lips

Elle emerald green

head piece

I have lightened half of my hair into honey blond as you can see. I am a fan of the two-toned hairstyle because even in hair I am very fond of the colour black. Some day when I grow older and have a head full of silver hair I will adjust, for now I am keeping the black.
Emerald Green Top - c/o Elle India
Shoes (wedge booties) - B.K. Market
Gold Mesh Bracelet used as a head piece/eye shield - c/o Avon
Skirt - had it since school days. no idea from where I got it.

eye jewellery
bye

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Tuesday, 28 May 2013

What I Need Is The Dandelion In The Spring

Floral motifs are nearly always perfect. Black lips as if kissed by darkness and death are perfect too. When things become too bright you need to shade your eyes or they will burn. Burn your enemies, ignite the fire in you to reach your goals. But at the end of it all you need hope to survive, not end up destructed in a pile of burnt bricks and rubble. Hope and faith and perhaps love.

I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring.

floral shorts

floral shorts

black lips

black lips

boots

I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again...
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Katniss, "Mockingjay" by  Suzanne Collins

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Sunday, 3 March 2013

You'll Be Waiting In Vain

So many mornings you wake up and there is just nothing that comes out of your mouth. The thoughts float around in your mind, but they turn into an incoherent pile of pebbles outside of it. You think of feminism, existential crisis, of social prejudice and how your mind is conditioned to not see certain things. But you don't open your mouth to say anything. You just sit around and let your mind form the images and you x-ray them. You wait for the night. You wait for tomorrow.

Kumortuli, North Calcutta
kumortuli

kumortuli north calcutta

north kolkata

Designer Chillum
designer chillum

designer chillum
 Goodbye
black door and bright wheel


Thursday, 7 February 2013

This Morning Is About Books

Yes it is. It is only Thursday and the week is not yet over. But I need the morning to brush my fingers against the 3 I have acquired recently and the 7 that are due back in the library already. Time seems to whoosh by me and I feel like I have been left behind again. And I feel at peace. I feel at peace. I am left alone to my thoughts and I can get lost in my make-believe universe once more with no one whispering in my ear that I will be left behind. Too many people, too many minds, too many things bog me down, numb me away slowly. So this is my retreat. A sunny day with as little humidity as today is ideal. I feel like happy thoughts are within reach when I breathe in the sunshine. This drop-off-the-earth syndrome may make me seem erratic but I won't promise you today that I would be there, I won't tell you to hold the seat for me because I won't be there. I will be here with myself unless you really need me. I am going to feel the lightness of being today, away from the traffic jam of 40 other minds.

madame bovary, the wretched of the earth, frantz fanon, the outsider, albert camus
madame bovary by flaubert, the wretched of the earth by frantz fanon, the outsider by albert camus

Thursday, 31 January 2013

Ache For Home

"The character of a man is known from his conversations."
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 Menander, 342 – 292 BCE




"If you were to gather all the clothes you have ever owned in your life,you would have your autobiography."
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Linda Grant, The Thoughtful Dresser


An open home signifies an open heart. Walls and doors are there to keep the evils out. The ones who only know of  menial thoughts, unkind words and absorb and spread only the callousness of the world are not welcome in the home nor the heart. The gypsy does not know of a home made of four walls and a roof, but walls exclude, walls keep out. The home is where lies the heart, where the people who love and warm our bones laugh, home is a place we all ache for(paraphrasing Maya Angelou).

Lace Top - Chemistry
Cotton Printed Skirt - Westside
Hammered Silver Cuff - Avon
Silver Bangles - Gariahat
Golden Collar Plate Necklace - c/o Clothing Loves

Friday, 25 May 2012

For The Love Of What Matters

swimming through
Some times you just cannot finish any sentence you start. Everything forms a swirl in your mind and you let go of each string one by one because holding on is just too much. Even if you try to close your eyes and leave out the cold insincerity of those who do not love you back your lashes shiver in the wind. Things lose their shades and become grades of grey instead. You try to swim through, kicking and screaming and all you face is a swill of smoke. There is no escaping, there is no explaining; your voice is unheard and you are silent to them. Even in the cold rejection you know that it no longer matters that your words are meaningless to them; you have courage, you have resilience, you are not dying today even if they make your smile falter in its way.
See your own reflection and recognise yourself because that's all that matters

Painted Lady

Sunday, 18 December 2011

We Stop, We Stare


We are strong, we are weak. We have likes and we have dislikes. We smile and we frown. Some people make us doubt ourselves and some help us gain back our faith. Some make us cry and some others push their way through walls of concrete and warm our hearts with happiness. Some of us sit and shiver in our loneliness. Some of us rejoice in the warmth of our solitude. Some of us walk a lonely path even when among kin and kith. Some of us are fortunate enough to find that one person who can pull us out even from a crowd, even when we have lost ourselves.
Love and hate are two facets of life, lying side by side and we walk that line every day. We hate our family. We love our family. We push away our most beloved friends and crawl back to them to carry on with our strange relationships.
We long for feelings when we lose sensation. When we gain it back we seek for something to numb the pain that comes with it.
It is said that some of us can hear the shriek of a banshee when someone dear dies. We hear our hearts cry when something dear dies as well.
But we are still alive and we hold on - to pain, to joy, to happiness, to tears, to life.
We pretend. We feel ashamed. We see it in our own eyes in the mirror and hide it from others, then we turn away. Some of us forgot to enjoy our childhood in our bid to grow up too fast. Some of us never stood a chance. Even then everyday starts with the promise of a better us.

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