The importance of being bright (nail polish).

I was having a really bad day at work. And while I was figuring how to cheer myself up – chocolate usually worked, but I had run out…a walk perhaps, but it was snowing outside, and lets’s face it, I’m downright lazy to even get off my backside  – I glanced down at my feet , and saw the most depressing sight ever. Dull feet encased in dull stockings with even duller shoes. Whoever said dull is what should be worn to work? Grey suits, black shoes.


And that got me thinking – of all the body parts we look at more often ( and I realize that sounds creepy ), it seems we stare at our feet most often. At least I do. I cook and I look down and there they are. I work and I look down and there they are. I sleep and I wake up and look down and there they are. Well… essentially, there they are.Whoever pays attention to feet anyway? Beauty is so focused on the face and the hair and the body, and the feet are an after thought. No, I do not have a foot fetish. But I realized that considering my feet come into my line of vision a lot during the day, they deserve a little more respect. Our feet carry us wherever we go ( and who knows what kind of crap we are stepping in ), and it is nice to have a pretty sight in front of my eyes.

I put my theory to test. And it worked. The next day, I came to work with bright red nailpolish on my feet. And the next time I felt irritated, I looked down and saw my bright toe nails peeking out out of my dull staid shoes – and smiled. They reminded me of the brighter, better things that awaited me.

So the next time I’m having a bad day, instead of chocolate, I just grab my brightest bottle of nailpolish. So far it seems to work. Until I run out of nail polish. Then it’s back to chocolate.


Women’s Day


By Satish Girirajan

March 8 was Women’s Day. I have lost touch with what day it is really unless I open up Facebook and see various status messages posted by people. That’s how I know its Mother’s Day or Father’s Day or any other day. This year I was determined to make Women’s Day meaningful – more than sending out mails to all the wonderful women I know or putting up a witty Facebook status – so I decided to do something.

With that intent, I researched events in the city, and saw, well, marches and protests and speeches..Hmm..not really up my alley. Then I saw events like “Free Drinks for the Ladies” today..tempting but again, not really. Make no mistake, maybe next year, I will go for one of the former and then head straight to the latter.

But then, it got me thinking – why do we celebrate Women’s Day? According to Wiki, on International Women’s Day, different regions the focus of the celebrations ranges from general celebration of respect, appreciation and love towards women to a celebration for women’s economic, political and social achievements. That’s what I thought. To celebrate women. But are we really?

Sure, women are much better off than they were years ago, we’re not burning them anymore and most of them actually do we have a chance at education and a career. But while things are getting better, there are horrifying things happening to the very same women across the world. Rape, murder, discrimination, abuse – you name it and it’s there. And then there are stories we don’t even hear.

While I am proud to say that I come from India, recent events like the rape in Delhi, left me horrified. I mean we know Delhi is unsafe, I think recently it was polled the most un safe city in the world for women, but the audacity that anyone could think that they could get away with something like this is just appalling.

There are so many things we wish we could change in this world, but we can change one small thing in our lives. We take the women in our lives for granted. Our mothers, wives or sisters – wonderful women who do so much and are so capable – so we ever tell them that? I am a raging feminist – I would never deny that, but small things like appreciating and celebrating the women in our lives do really make a difference. A celebration does not mean throwing a huge party, or a fancy dinner ( though those are most welcome ! ). To me, its small things like a good word or some encouragement, and support.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that we should never underestimate or put down the women in our lives. Especially the ones that matter to us. On the same note, women ourselves should be the first ones to hold ourselves up proudly. There are so many things I am capable of, and I am nowhere near discovering anything close to it.

So on this day, I decided to do something for myself – yes, a manicure. And yes, update my Facebook with a witty status.