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I think I'm bringing blogs back

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 hi blog :) A friend was looking me up when she found this blog the other day. I was embarrassed and jokingly tried to hide her phone. It's funny how this blog was something I poured my heart and soul into for two years as a thirteen-year-old. I was so excited to write and to be published on the internet. Just like Dad.  I had some friends tell me the format is dying now. The long-form readership community, small as it is now, has shifted to Substack. Somehow I could never get on that train. It got too philosophical for my taste. I've always only written from my life. I never feel like I have the authority to assume another person's narratives. A character flaw of a creative writer perhaps and perhaps what makes me lean towards journalism instead of the film/novel writing Dad nudges me towards. I'm good at writing about things I see and feel, and doing it from any voice other than mine has always felt off-pitch. Conversational writing, is it? A monologue to an imaginary...

Lets Pretend I Blogged Throughout the Year

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"You seem like the kind of person who writes New Year Resolutions" Seri's so right.  " should I be offended?" " nee ishtam" New Year's is a beautiful concept. I couldn't hate it more when I hear people say " it's just another day, what's the big deal? ". This is the friend that says they don't care about their birthday. How? Nihilism doesn't make you cool. Nothing has inherent meaning does it? We make our lives special by attaching meaning and caring about things.  Anyways, back to New Year's. It's a concept built around hope. Hope that a New Year will bring new things, better things. That somehow magically our lives will improve overnight and our shitty boss will get less shitty, our crappy love life will be saved by a knight in shining armour that our academic comeback will get streamlined. I don't think that's realistic. But New Year's does something more important. It renews faith in life, faith...

Cast-e Your Eye Over : Happy Ambedkar Jayanti

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This one has been a long time coming. I've hesitated to write this blog for years now. Every time I hear the word 'caste' I get an uneasy feeling. Before, that uneasy feeling used to be fear and embarrassment. Who discusses such things? Today, it's guilt. It's guilt for not expressing my position so far. It's guilt for letting every casteist remark slide. It's guilt for not having the courage to challenge the narrative of our upper-class friends. It's guilt for being quiet. It's guilt for being ashamed.  My first interaction with caste was with my civics textbook. I'd heard the infrequent comment at school. 'Nuvvu Reddy caste aa?' or a 'We are proud Brahmins' was not unheard of. But it felt like everyone knew the history of the caste system. It was something that existed ages ago. In today's society, caste didn't matter. As one of my teacher's put it, today, when you go to eat a meal in a restaurant, do you care what c...