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  • jaya___ 5d

    Book Review: "Beyond The Gender Binary" by Alok Vaid Menon.

    This is one of the best books I've read till date and why won't it be? Coming from one of my idols- it was meant to be. Alok has been a person who has single handedly helped me in my fight against body shame.

    “The thing about shame is that it eats at you until it fully consumes you. Then you cannot tell the difference between their shame and your own— between a body and an apology.”

    Being fat, hairy, with a face full of pimples - I've been made fun of a million times, it was after I came across Alok that I found the beauty in me.

    “And we tell the kids who don’t fit into our categories that they are wrong. We tell them that they are not real. We punish them until they conform. We prove that we are real by telling them that they are not. We define ourselves by what we are not.”

    Through their words and images they have helped me be more confident in my skin and always inspired me to be open to transformation- of thoughts and being.

    “Gender is not what people look like to other people; it is what we know ourselves to be. No one else should be able to tell you who you are; that’s for you to decide.”

    This book is succinct yet so deep in its message that it took me time to finish it as each line was loaded with thought provoking meanings.

    “Power can be defined as the ability to make a particular perspective seem universal”

    These 32 pages were an epic for me.

    “This repression is something we first did to ourselves. We know how to do it so well to other people because we were the first testing grounds. We silenced our own differences, subdued our creativity, and toned down our own gender non-conformity in order to fit in. We thought fitting in would give us security—but is it security when someone else living their life differently unsettles us to our very core?”

    It made me rethink everything about gender and also about societal norms- the burden of which we carry throughout our lives like Sisyphus.

    “we have been taught to fear the very things that have the potential to set us free”

    I recommend this book to anyone who can read.

    “We want a world where boys can feel, girls can lead, and the rest of us can not only exist but thrive. This is not about erasing men and women but rather acknowledging that man and woman are two of many—stars in a constellation that do not compete but amplify one another’s shine.”

    P.S. I downloaded the pdf from


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  • jaya___ 4w

    MEN WITHOUT WOMEN by Murakami.

    This was surprisingly a very bad book.

    I had never imagined a book from this famous a writer to be so sexist.

    It has seven stories which are all quite pointless to be honest.

    Only three are worth mentioning namely, Yesterday, Kino and Samsa in Love.

    Murakami has the worst understanding of women. He keeps comparing women to cats and plants. At one place he compares a perfectionist lady who is passionate about cleanliness with a police Snoop dog.

    He even compares periods to male masturbation.

    He has his own outrageous scale for measuring women breast sizes like larger than average, flat chested, and breasts that a person fondles and now nurses another man's child. Like what the f*ck??!

    In his story An Independent Organ, he even goes to the extent of claiming that women have an independent organ that makes them lie without conscience. Which is why all women lie involuntarily about every little and big thing in life without any remorse or guilt.

    You'll find in all his stories that men are exploiting women as objects for pass time, as emotionless people to toy with. The women in his stories are mostly gold diggers.

    It's a useless book and has created a profound distaste in myself for murakami.

    It exposes his deeply ingrained misogyny and unawareness of women and their psyche.

    The men are shown as pitiable, egoistic and manipulated by women.

    I'm disgusted by his writing and this is probably his last book I'll read.


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  • jaya___ 6w


    Jo really imbibed the name Joker in letter and spirit. He hid his pains behind that infectious humor of his. His words seemed to comfort the fellow writers who had troubles... He kept his posts hopeful and entertaining.

    His words offered new perspectives and information and always he added to it his trademark comedy. His roasts became popular real quick and some sort of celebrity status was conferred on anyone who was roasted by him.

    He spread positivity and cheer whenever he spill ink over paper and truly he became that crack ass comedian he aspired to be. He made a family out of strangers on a writing app, which still sticks together and that itself is an ode to his great persona.

    We all love u Brother��

    From Kini, Sid, and me for Jo:
    //Words of his spread hope so big
    A mine of happiness yielding more the more you dig
    A bright sunshine in a world so sad
    Infectious humor turning things good from bad
    A brother, friend, poet, comedian
    Living by ideology of carpe diem
    Full of vigor making life memorable
    Weaving his own endearing fable
    Always in our memories and our thoughts
    All his battles he bravely fought
    A guiding light to love our lives
    His hopeful vivacious spirit surely never dies!!
    "Words of his spread hope so big
    Words so jovial and band-aid banter,
    His style of comic
    An effulgent ray amongst the world so dark
    With a heart so tender, a rare gleaming spark
    An invigorating breeze chasing away the gloom
    Spreading smiles and giggles in magic woods tune
    A brother, a friend, a kind of light
    Now, A gleaming star in the blue moon delight
    Finding a new place to roast and grow
    Teaching us lessons of unborn tomorrow"
    Words of his, spread hope so big
    Like the fragrance of those old books
    He held wisdom, courage and knowledge
    Whilst hugging humour, love and positivity

    Just like his Pen-name
    He put smiles on everyone's faces
    Whether with the roasts, banter or jokes
    He made Mirakee a home for many

    He welcomed the new budding writers
    Revered and admired the old ones
    Through his quill he wrote masterpieces
    Addressing the societal taboos and issues

    He was a staunch film lover
    Often replied with legendary dialogues
    Even dedicated a post to his favorite film
    But never 'Acted' and adhered to 'Realness' in reality

    And such was our dear brother,
    Who only believed in going forward
    For the show must go on
    Yehi Kehta hai Joker...
    (In order myself, @kin_jo and @the_speccy_outsider )

    PS. The title draws from the fact that Our bro Jo loved and lived the movie Anand...
    #jandjforever #refrain

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  • jaya___ 8w

    Like for like, follow for follow
    Come on moron, your life is hollow.
    Saying this I spot my hypocrisy undress
    Of wanting so much despite the mess
    And faking as if I couldn't care less!
    A fake life, a plastic life
    No self confidence yet ignorant pride.
    All are servants of sycophantic dorms
    Afraid of breaking prisms of social norms
    Why are we taking with a pinch of salt
    All humiliation and rebuke?
    But also sadly adding that
    I am it's victim just as you


    Hola buddies!

    Write a piece commenting on the current obsession with social media and the image we create there.��

    Have fun ✍️✍️✍️✍️ use #contest_j
    As always I am late in announcing the results of the challenge of past week! But worry not!
    Here are the winners of the extremely tough to decide and heavily participated challenge ��������

    FIRST ��
    1. OUTOFLEAGUE @outofleague
    2. WAIT A MINUTE @waitaminute

    SECOND ��
    1. THE SPECCY OUTSIDER @the_speccy_outsider
    2. BLINGANSHU @blinganshu

    THIRD ��
    1. THE SUNSHINE LOVES @thesunshineloves
    2. BHAGYASHRE @/bhagyshre
    3. SHAMBOLIC HEART @/shambolic_heart

    Many congratulations to all Winners and participants✌��✌��✌��see y'all in next!��

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  • jaya___ 9w

    I wish I had friends here...
    With whom I could talk
    With whom I could share
    Things that happen in my daily life
    And things that trouble me
    I wish I had friends here...
    With whom I could laugh
    With whom I could fight
    With whom I could be safe
    Even if roaming out all night
    I wish I had friends here...
    Who would come and meet me
    And understand my pain
    With whom I could open up
    Each day after work
    With whom I could be myself
    And not what we all pretend to be to outside world
    I wish I had friends here...
    From whom demanding anything
    Would never seem too much
    Who would not leave me alone on a festival night
    Who would ask everyday and call every night
    Whether I am good or in a plight
    I wish I had friends here...
    Who would end the silence
    In which I stay each day
    When I enter my lonely house

    I wish I had friends here...
    Whom I could love and hold dear
    And Who would be close enough to hear
    My sobs, my laughs and wipe my tear
    Oh I wish I had friends here...

    © Jaya (a poem of 132 weeks ago)

    Hello friends!

    This weekend write a piece on FRIENDS!�� Anything that comes to your mind when it comes to friends...their need or if friendship is overrated or loneliness or togetherness....Write and have fun!✌��

    Submissions till Tuesday. Winners on Wednesday.

    Use hashtag #contest_j

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  • jaya___ 9w

    To register her defiance against caste oppression, Nangeli performed such a great act of courage and boldness that not only an oppressive system was annulled but it also set a supreme example of liberation and revolution by the oppressed lower caste people.
    This story is of Nangeli.

    Nangeli (meaning "the beautiful one") was a young girl of the Ezhava community living in the Travancore Kingdom in eighteenth century. (This area now falls in Kerala).

    Ezhava is a lower caste (currently 23% of the Kerala population) while the kingship was with Brahmins who followed a barbarically rigid caste hierarchy which was maintained through a system of cruel taxes. The Travancore kingdom ran on taxes levied on poor people, especially on the lower castes Ezhavas and Nadar. There was a tax on wearing jewelry and on men for keeping moustaches. There was also a tax on women, the breast tax. The breast tax was a tax imposed until 1924 on the lower caste and untouchable Hindu women by the Kingdom of Tranvancore if they wanted to cover their breasts in public. The lower caste and untouchable women were expected to pay the government the breast tax when they started developing breasts; the tax was supposedly assessed in proportion to the size of their breasts.

    Multiple historians have documented that uncovering one's breasts was revered as a symbolic token of homage from the lower castes towards the upper castes in the kingdom of Travancore and a state-law prevented any covering of breasts since it demarcated the caste hierarchy in a prominent manner. This had often been the focal point of multiple rebellions by lower castes.

    I am unable to imagine this absurdly oppressive clothing system and the illogical economic tax system of this kingdom's Brahmin rulers. Upper caste Nair women were "allowed" to cover their breasts with a loose shawl but had to immediately uncover their breasts in front of priests, husbands, and kings. While the lower caste women could never cover themselves above the torso.

    Amidst this relentless caste based tax oppression that always kept Nangeli and her husband in debt despite back breaking labor in fields all day, lived the fiery Nangeli. She was always headstrong and openly bitter of the leering upper caste men and their sexual and mental harassment of her caste people. She refused to pay the breast tax by covering her breasts. She was against this caste based and gendered tax that was an unbearable burden to their already meagre resources. She took up this challenge which was quickly noticed by the pravathiyar (village tax officer) of Travancore who came to Nangeli's home to survey her breasts and collect the breast tax.

    Nangeli revolted against the harassment; she was outraged at this cruelty and in utmost rage she chopped off her breasts, presenting them to him in a plantain leaf. She died soon from loss of blood.

    Her husband Chirukandan, seeing her mutilated body was overcome by grief and jumped into her funeral pyre - in what was supposedly the first male sati.
    Following the death of Nangeli, a series of people's movements apparently set off and similar folk-lores have been noted. The breast tax system was supposedly annulled in Travancore, soon afterwards and the place she lived had came to be known as Mulachiparambu (meaning land of the breasted woman).

    Nangeli's fight shines on the change that women's rage can bring about and the message that women should register their anger against oppression.

    But what is saddening is the ignorance surrounding this legendary story of a woman's rebellion against caste and women oppression. We need to spread this story which acts as an inspiration to me both as a woman and a person against any kind of oppression. The case of the only male sati is also forgotten and erased. We need to acknowledge Nangeli and her husband's great sacrifice for the cause of equality and dignity.

    Its time we acknowledge the fact that the Indian women especially the lower caste women in our country are still devoid of much agency and security due to their social standing.

    The initial upper caste women in Travancore who were allowed to wear blouses were ostracised from community as it was seen as deviation from the "culture" of the place.

    I am angry at the patriarchy which wants to decide whether we should wear clothes or not and what should women wear at all times. In France, Burqa is banned, in Afghanistan even hands have to be covered. Why are men given powers over women dressing? I ask this question too.

    Let's all of us resolve to end such oppression. And Hail Nangeli!

    © Harfkaar 30-09-21
    #women_i_love #idols_of_j
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  • jaya___ 9w

    There was a time when you were hopeful
    But now you know that hopes do die
    There was a time when your heart had ached
    But now you know that tears do dry
    There was a time you believed that moments can be cherished
    But now you know they too can fly
    There was a time when you used to dream
    But now you know, there's nothing more, than meets the eye
    You want to laugh, forget the pain
    But you know you can muster only a sigh
    There was a time when you were hopeful
    But now you know that hopes do die...
    Hello fellas! ��

    Too late for weekend challenge ��but never for sharing some joy of writing!✍️

    Dear buddies, today write a piece (poem/prose) starting with
    //There was a time when you were hopeful...//

    (submissions open till Wednesday 29.09.21) Winners announcement on Thursday.✌��

    Have fun!!�� Use hashtag #contest_j

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  • jaya___ 11w

    RICH DAD POOR DAD by Robert Kiyosaki

    I have just finished reading #richdadpoordad by #robertkiyosaki

    It's a must read for all people regardless of their professions.

    In an interesting manner Kiyosaki takes us through his life's financial learnings. And draws upon us the importance of financial literacy and aptitude.

    He encourages us to be proactive in management of our finances rather than delaying such decisions for fear of losing money or for greed of spending it on luxuries.

    He says, "In life, it's not how much money you make. It's how much money you keep" because "Money without financial intelligence is money soon gone."

    The book offers great inspiration to start investing when young and "keep our asset column strong."

    As the writer says, "There is always risk, so learn to manage risk instead of avoiding it".

    With great insight into income, expenses, assets, liabilities and investing, the book is a must read and important. Practice what you learn and you'll be financially secure for sure!

    Hey folks!

    I'm finally back with another challenge ����
    This time y'all have to write anything about MONEY. Any format prose or poetry...about what money means to you!

    Use hashtag #contest_j

    Happy writing mates! ����

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  • jaya___ 12w

    Happiest birthday to @the_speccy_outsider one of my oldest friends here and one I'm proud of having!

    I wish he keeps challenging stereotypes with his strong pen and keeps growing despite obstacles. May he achieve all he wishes to have and be what he views himself to be.

    Here's a small dedication to the mind blowing poet and vocabulary maestro.


    Your dreams
    but actually
    the aspirations
    Of the plethora of faces
    Of this society-
    Aspiring for teeming wealth
    But never asking the
    Raison d’etre of its accumulation-
    their sardonism
    Keeps your questions at bay.

    In their faces
    You tried to see your reflections
    The mirror
    Was broken ages ago.

    You do robotic acts
    Leading to comforts
    That were to make you happy
    Travelling roads
    Trampled upon and
    Beaten to dust
    By the feet of
    hundreds of thousands
    Robots before you.

    One question
    Searching the purpose
    Of this remote controlled existence-
    One attempt to visualize
    a future that mightn’t be right-
    Can alter the game.

    When you step out
    of the conveyor belt
    As a bad piece
    In the good lot.

    From the blue collar
    Tied around
    Your neck
    As a noose
    To a lunatic’s tag
    To your chest -

    You can finally
    Walk upon
    A road yet unwalked.

    © Harfkaar 06.09.21

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  • jaya___ 13w

    //Labelled as a treacherous slut
    Disabled to defend, so badly it hurt.
    Reasons were my cleavage and exposed thighs
    Seasons since changed but my soul daily dies.
    Nobody sees my intellect but only my body
    Ready with a label saying sexy or shoddy.
    Dressed when I go in a long long skirt
    Blessed again I am with their lurking lecherous lust.
    It is not my attire that makes me a soft target
    Fit is a woman to taint and her prowess you forget.
    When a baby is raped and so is an octogenarian
    Then shamed is a Nation failing all that's humanitarian.//

    Hello friends!

    As weekend knocks our door, let's welcome it with this challenge!

    This week write a Caryotte poem.

    The Caryotte is:
    ○ a 12 line poem, made up of 6 couplets.
    ○ composed with head and tail rhyme in each couplet.
    Happy writing mates!!! ����

    Use hashtag #contest_j and tag your Friends!

    PS. As u all know I'm not a sucker for rules...just participate and have fun

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