Ms.Matchsticks and the Machine

Unless you have been shoved agianst the wall, we tend to always make excuses for people treating us like shit. Think about it, Ms. matchsticks have spent years running after 'men' who have done nothing for her. Treated her less than she deserves. But, have you ever owndered why women tend to stay in abusive relationships or relationships that have done nothing for their betterment? It is easy to just judge and say 'leave'. It has so much that is at stake. People take advantage of your short comming and put you in a box. If face when it comes to depression and relationships you can always see how such toxic cycles start. How these 'men' and also women, in fact toxic partners mooch off your goodness. Sucks you dry till you crumble like a dry leaf after giving and giving. They will gas light you and trivialize everything you say to the point you shut down. These are the kind of people you would usually want to stay away from. Ms. Matchsticks has ...

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Ms. Matchsticks wastes time on social media because it is fun. But, sometimes she stumbles upon something that makes her stomach curl in disgust. It's mostly when she sees a woman excusing 'rape' of other women. In 2019, this woman is not a product of patriarchy. She is the definition of how men become rapists. Men are not born rapists, they are manufactured along the way, by mothers like these. So, Ms. Matchsticks wrote this! Her name, Soma Chakraborty ! A lady who is apparently a music teacher and also is a rapist manufacturer by day and night as we see. You will see in the live video below on what exactly she had to say to endorse 'rape' on women based on their clothing. Shivani Gupta - The victim of a horrible and gross abuse still stands tall in the video below exposing how women endorse rape in our daily life. How women who are mothers, wives and are educated pushes for the rape of women based on clothing. Must power and love to her! India is w...

Like most unwarranted and hard lined outrages, the Surf Excel Holi Ad outrage is absolutely misplaced. ms. matchsticks have been seeing way too many hard liners turning anything and everything in to a narrative that fits their religiously devised politics. What about this ad that really bothered people. Some hard liners say that the Muslim boy needed rescuing. Some say that it represented a media stereotype of Hindu festivals. Some had a problem with the word 'daag'. That apparently is insulting, even though all these hard liners will be giving their white kurtas for wash after Holi. Because, let's be honest! Stain means daag. After Holi, the colors are stains on your clothes. And, stains are good here. Stains often remind us of the most beloved times of our lives. it reminds us that we breathed life in to our mundane chronicles. So, yes 'daag' is good. So, what is actually wrong with this Surf Excel ad? Because, the hard liners have their outraged back...

Breathe, breathe! People are usually very dumb. So, just breathe. So, as a woman in India, the recent unfolding of events has pushed Ms. Matchstick into thinking about the state of the country. Are we really going to let the Pulwana Attacks slide? But, does that warrant for anguish with zero reasons? What we need is you and me to be calm, and mourn. What we don't need is beating the fuck out of innocent people. If there is one thing that Ms. Matchsticks realized is that we are not doing enough for the Indian Armed Forces. In every section. In every level. We failed. We failed to even provide for them the stable environment in the military. Ms. Matchsticks got into a conversation with her friend Rahul yesterday. And, if there was one thing they both agreed with is that; the people demanding a war for revenge are not the people who are willing to stand our borders and take the bullets. So, what we can do is, do more for the Indian Military and Armed Forces. There are s...

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 ...