Ms.Matchsticks and the Machine

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...

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...

"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...