Ms.Matchsticks and the Machine

So, here is something fun today. Apparently, the world runs on some kind of brotherhood. For whatever that ever meant, thought Ms.Matchsticks. As if it's a cult upbringing between men to be told of the ties they share all through their human lives. It would be a good thing, had we been asked to join this manly club 33 too you know, Ms. Matchsticks almost said out loud. I mean, there has to be a limit to how many rooms she has to sneak out of, to avoid further collaboration with the extraterrestrial ideologies of brotherhood. Because, God forbid, what if she started to see the light in such cult ideas. Can happen. But, wait time to shove the panties in her purse and quietly eject herself from this room, she had to spend the night in. it is absolutely funny to see the force of brotherhood that settles the tug of war between sexes. Is it ever worth all of this? Isn't it easier to just nod along, Ms. Matcsticks wondered while she kissed his dog and tiptoed out. After all,

People usually reflect what they are inside through how they treat others. Maybe that's why Ms. Matchsticks bestow the sarcasm she does on people. Why! Why are people this stupid? Is the world never going to evolve? Are we destined to feel this super privileged knowing that there no other planet that even sustains our life cycle? Is Ms. Matchsticks the only one who realizes that? Doorbell rings* Damn it. Oh! Now she just has to lift herself up and answer that stupid ring. Hope it's not not someone she knows. She could do some good with ghosting today. Because today she will be dancing naked to ' The Tide is High' by Atomic Kittens. When did dating become a total mind maze of sorting out who's who in the line of the world's greatest emotional wreck? Penis holders are there but when did they start getting complicated. Gone are the days when men were all about sandwiches and cigars. Now they think and act and speak. That's a little too much for Ms.

So, people are flawed. They lie as a coping mechanism. So, they have secrets to take to their grave. But when someone uses these weaknesses against them to put them down, that does not speak for their flaws, but the inhumanity of the other person. Ms.Matchsticks knew that. I mean seriously! How uneducated does one have to be to gaslight an education certificate?

Ms. Matchstick loved the sounds he made the second he was done. In fact that was one of the most manly and yet vulnerable moments she could ever find in him. It was familiar and it felt like home and that is all that mattered to Ms.Matchstick in the end of the day.  But, one of the worst feelings is her having to hide her heart and head because she could she it in him. He was a boy who thinks he can, not a man. Things would scare him easily.  He did have an old school charm to him though. While reading The Broken, Ms.Matchstick remembered everything that was misunderstood by him. How he shooed away her thoughts, her pleas. Sometimes, you can't just go right up and say; ' Hey! I am a little bit crazy '.  But, Ms.Matchstick tried t make up for all her issues. She made a good home for him. Made sure he had everything he needed at his reach. At least she made for the piece of self loathing shit that she was. In either case, at least Ms.matchstick's did not shy a

As usual Ms.Matchstick gets man-explained

Ms.Matchsticks know the feminism history. And, feminism today has become such a requirement to even think of equality. But, of course, that makes Ms.Matchsticks a 'feminazi', because god forbid should she differentiate herself from a carpet. One of the worst things is when people make a big deal about her bra strap showing. Sometimes it does, given the fact that she does not have her eyeballs stuck on her bra strap. This brought her to the point that, penis holders get to bend and show the world the dark side of the moon and whip their little member out in public to take a blessed leak, but if a woman's bra shows even unintentionally, all of that is put aside to sit and converse about how a woman's pride is stacked between her legs and skin. Hasn't the world seen enough of inequality already? Do we have to sexualize daily underwear? Ms.matchsticks hated this. Hated being told to fix her clothes because apparently, a little strap scares the living daylig

Ms.Matchsticks didn't always work in a content firm. She used to so much more, did so much more. She used wear her imaginary cape every day and roam the streets for news. Life was better than. Now, it congested in these four walls with people who basically need to go back to school. It was the seventeenth of July and tonight Ms.matchsticks her her plans as usual. She carefully disconnected her phone on her way back home, got off the internet because tonight is going to be a very, very long night. In either cases. It was the seventeenth of July. Ms.Matchstick's got home and showered and grabbed that bottle of pending vodka form her liqueur cabinet. Some times she still wakes up with flashes of the seventeenth of July, 2013. 9:30 pm, 17th July, 2013 Ms.matchsticks was actually a jr. reporter with a the local press. Life was hectic but life was moving forward and that was more than enough for her. She was putting her degree to use after all. but, the last three days

A sense of humor is rare. Ms.Matchsticks realized that way ahead of most people she knew, in that little town she grew up in. But, a funny feminist is not usually liked. Mostly the reasons are because they end up making the same jokes that men make. God forbid should she utter the word 'penis'. Hah! Now, that's the word of the day, Ms.Matchsticks thought as she continued typing away at her screen. It's truly a miracle as to how she manages to daydream while trying to get work done. The dark clouds gathered behind her outside. It's her favorite kind of weather. Just the right amount of nippy. Maybe, she should stop by once in a while and smell the roses again. Or not. She's lazy today. The best part of having a personality disorder is that you get to juggle yourself between paradigms. Ms.Matchsticks loved thinking multiple things at a time. Who cares if he doesn't get it, its still fun to be her. Suddenly, Aryan asked her; ' Hey!? You a dog perso

You would think that the world really cares about your trials but, honey! that ain't happening ever. Now, that's a lesson Ms.Matchsticks teaches everyone. Especially, the overly enthusiastic gremlins of hope. This time, Ms.Matchsticks found herself in one of those booby traps of an evening. You know... one of those events which you plan on bailing on for a week, to eventually get roped in by a co-worker in the last minute, kind. Such a waste of a windy, chilly evening, she thought to herself as she lightened her cigarette of the building ash, on to the ashtray. 'I could have been in my comfy bed, under my comforter reading a book. M,m may be a dirty book.....any BOOK!'.....Ms.Matchsticks almost said the last word out loud. 'Hi!' ....she heard from a remotely familiar voice but couldn't put a face to its kind. She heard again... ' 'Hi! I Think we met at the Classical Music Fest in November...right?' Now, she had to look. She saw a decentl

Nah-ha. Not today. Today is going to be good. Ms.Matchsticks almost said it out loud while stepping off her messy bed. She liked messy beds. Reminds her of the dreams she loves so much. She really doesn't like breakfast. Why? Because it just takes very long to make it. Creative way number one. She's definitely going to hell for that. But, Ms.Matchsticks love her AC/DC playing out while she showers. Especially, 'Highway to hell'. Last time someone told her to go to hell, she responded with; ' Been there and said hi to Mother from you'. That generally gains her a good amount of swears. But, it is so worth it. Ms.Matchstick always believed that the journey we take to the road to hell, should and always must be a memorable one. Maybe that explains her constant search for self-destruction with penis holders. Who knows after all. Ms.Matchstick loves that old lady at the steps of the train station. To the world, that lady was a beggar, but to her, she was th

"Bossy women! That's always a scary thing to have around"- Irene screamed from the other room at work. Irene was Ms.Matchstick's co-writer at the writing firm she was an editor at. That made Ms.Matchsticks start thinking about her new project. 'The Rise of Ms.Pants'. Is it that wrong that Ms.Matchstick as a woman should not explore the opportunities as a man should? IS it that bad that sometimes, just sometimes, women too like it just the way they want it? Ms.Matchstick Reads These have always been questions she used to ask herself. Why is she the bitch every time she says 'No', I will not be your doormat? Is it because they think her brain is smaller than theirs? She and Irene spent the rest of the day talking about all those penis holders who thought they were just too much for them to deal with. Isn't it funny that every time someone loses their footing to deal with someone larger than their lives, automatically confirms to the horr

"Have you seen the sky today?" He yelled from the kitchen. Ms.Matchsticks sheepishly pulled on the window curtain to see if she was missing anything.Nah! Nothing. It is still the same blue sky, the green trees, that man urinating near the end of the road. He always cuts her off when she tries to explain to him about her head. But well, now that she is reaching the boiling pit, maybe she needs to remind him once more. So, Ms.Matchstick did. As usual, he went around it.  But, why! Why are women not taken seriously when they try to talk about what's inside them, in their head? Ms.Matchstick always wondered, won't anybody understand triggers anymore.  But, he had a cute butt. I suppose its worth letting him ruin her well being.  He yelled again, ' Hey, why don't you get it when I am serious and when I am joking? '. Ms.Matchsticks wanted to respond, because you are just so bad at it. But, she settled with... " I am sorry, its hard to under

The intersection of the collective experiences of womanhood everywhere in the world always kept Ms.matchsticks up. Actually not just women, but children, men, little boys. Everyone. It's a big price to pay to feel far too much, and be able to accommodate so many ideas, feelings. No wonder, he thinks Ms.Matchsticks is insane. Trying to bridge this gap between her mind and soul, she finally managed to get the hell out of that bed. Damini's story is still haunting her. She keeps wondering if there was more that she could have done for Damini. But, anyway everyone has their cross to bear. Ms.Matchsticks carries hers everyday. Everywhere she goes. Most of Ms.Matchstick's days pass by as an idle writer taking down two hundred trolls on news comment sections. But, last night was a little different. From all the feminist blogs she comes across, why is it so hard for a brown girl to have a conversation with a western feminist? Is it because of her color, she automatically m

The phone kept ringing and Ms.Matchsticks was already furious. Why! Why do so many people keep calling. But, she had to take the call. After all, it might just be an important one.  Ms.Matchsticks slowly dragged herself from under her blanket and saw a familiar name ringing on the phone. it's been ages she had spoken to Damini.  " Hi! Damini"....Ms.Matchstick almost said it too loud. And all she could hear back is a frantic female screaming about an abortion.  So, Ms.Matchstick slowed down and tried listening carefully and asked, 'Sweetie? Do you want me to come over?" and Damini yelled out; ' God! Yes! Please.".  Ms.Matchstick arrived at Ballygunge Phari in the next forty five minutes. She had to. Because, no chica should be left to deal with something like this alone. Especially, when the penis holder is no where to be found.  Oh poor Damini. Lost and frantic, trying to wrap her head around as to how did she ever end up with a

"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass." — Maya Angelou As the sky cleared this morning, Ms.Matchsticks in months realized that she hasn't really taken the time to smell the roses. So, maybe it is time finally to just take a deep breath. After all, she has to go out and deal with the brainless pits.  So, she just started reading the bumper sticker feminist inspirational quotes. because, why the bloody hell not? She thought hard and wondered if this life she had chosen would really work out or not. Everyone said, be the girl who finds a man and settles down. Be that girl Ms.Matchsticks. It works. But, then what about her head that is a bag of cats being swooped between to closely lodged walls?  Who is ever going to handle that part?  Eh! Well never mind. This chica will handle her own.  The sound of the black Motorala ringing brought her back to reality and she real

Sorry! Sorry! Today was different. Ms. Matchsticks was in no mood for the usual tantrums. She was running late and nobody but nobody would understand the female anatomy of being in a hurry. She's feisty, she is always ready to punch if you get in her way. Except that guy. That guy is ... well he is allowed to be a bastard. As Ms.Matchsticks gathered her morning papers and was ready to step out, Mrs Whisker's let her know today is going to pretty darn weird. Yeah! There goes Mrs.Whiskers. Warning her about the fantastic few. Always thinking when will Ms.Matchsticks show up. Will she look beautiful? Would her voice still spell out love?  No! No time for that now. Ms.Matchsticks is late. So, so late.  She walked by her lane, hoping to get the vehicle on time and that's when she saw a pan whopping his penis out near the drain to take a leak. Ah! Public urination. The natural sport of the East.  So, Ms.Matchsticks thought! She gets told off if her bra str

Ms.Matchsticks likes her coffee dark. Darker than coal. Why? Because, it is easier to make. Girls without pants...now that's a funny thought, Ms.Matchsticks almost spoke out loud. But, what really does she need? Sad! If only men realized, if only the society knew the power of a complicated woman. Enough with this now. Ms.Matchsticks needs to get her work rolling. She needs to set the world on fire. if only he understood, if only he realized that a chica needs her place. Sad. Again. But, she knew that nothing could build her heart except her. And, she stopped expecting men who think they will to help her find that place in the world. Money has never been an issue for Ms.Matchsticks. because, this chica knows what works. She knows how lonely it can get, and god she knows what attention means. But, how far could that get a brown girl living alone in a world where these very two elements go against her? Who cares! Ms. Matchsticks needs to move forward. This is the best part

“Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.” — Marc Hack Ah, the follies of literature Ms. Matchsticks thought while she read this quote. Clearly, Marc Hack never met brown men. Someone should take them and introduce them to the average Indian male smothered by their mother and trained to believe in the flawless slate of a woman's brain. She was doing all of those thinking while he was telling her how small of a brain she had for not keeping up with his broken promises. After all, why wouldn't he? It's the right bestowed by him, from his mother to make sure the rest of the women in the world would be lucky t

Ms.Matchsticks always likes her life to be just the way she wants it. it is always easier to start off with. But, you know what really gets to the core of existence?   In a universe that is billions of years old and where we have all come out of single-cell organisms, the big bang and everything in between; being female has really stood out.     Think about it.   So, Ms. Matchsticks decided she will address this problem head-on. She will now learn how to female in 2018. As she played with the pages of the Oscar Wilde's 'Picture of Dorian Grey' and stared out blankly, she heard the phone ring.    'Not again' she whispered to herself. Hi Tina! Ms.Matchsticks replied taking the call, of course trying to be enthusiastic about the phone call. Tina was raving about this guy she had met two weeks back. But, Ms.Matchsticks knows these penis holders far too well. they come and go, boys trying to be men.   Tina finally hung up proclaimin