Baaton Baaton Mein...

With Surabhi Srivastava

If you could choose an imaginary friend, who would you choose and why?

The Cat in the Hat

If you could choose your age forever, what age would you choose and why? 

22, you are at the height of your education, freedom and ideals and have so much energy and positivity!

If you could be in the movie of your choice, what movie would you choose and what character would you play? 

R2D2, in Star Wars

If you were stranded on a desert island, what three items would you want to have with you?

Water, food and mosquito repellant

If you could only choose one vacation destination where would you pick and why?

Turkey for its Food, Culture and Literature

If you were to create a slogan for your life, what would the slogan be?

Ultimate goal is happiness, don’t do anything that doesn’t lead you there!

If you could choose one hobby that now seems out of your reach either financially or time-wise, what hobby would you take up and why?   

Horse Riding, I used to do it when I was a kid and it was best time I’ve ever had.

Creative Corner - Lakshita Joshi

Pallet of Womanhood
From sanguine to sindoor, colours define the life of a woman from birth till death. Wearing red on her pyre or white—these two colours become the identity of an Indian woman soon after sanguine begins to flow out of her body for better or for worse.

From white paleness of cheeks to blush pink, her emotions are determined even before she feels them. Men may call it charm, but a woman’s colour depicts her struggle in history. Black or white, brown or red—her race is a race with historical oppression from yet another colour.

‘Blue is for boys, pink is for girls’ still covers the nursery linen, and that distinction lasts forever. Pre-natal child sex discernment is illegal, yet gender institutes their anatomy into tiny boxes, eager to be ticked into ‘male’ and ‘female’ immediately after birth.

She adorns the khaki green in the battlefield just as well as she drapes the orange saree, ready to cook the first meal of the day for her family.

She quenches thirsty bodies of evil by burning her consent over the hot stove of predatory lust. That’s not her flaw, it’s her strength which makes her a survivor of her own struggle with herself after a burnt dignity, sometimes mirrored in an acid-scarred patched face with different hues of brown.

Walking multi-coloured roads of survival is the struggle of the everyday life of a woman in both public and private spaces of silent noise. It’s time to celebrate the colours of everyday life, trace the extraordinary in the ordinary where a woman stands colour to colour with a man in all fields. The 21st century pallet of hues is coloured with opportunities, just dip your brush to make a masterpiece of flawless art!