feminist? who? me?

I am amused by the frequency with which the label of feminist is attached to me. Now I am kind of getting used to it. But I still feel embarrassed by the fact that I hardly know what feminism actually means ...and sometimes even my friends who pass such judgments hardly understand what I am trying to talk about.

May be it is because they sniff elements of rebel and anger in me as a woman ...but all I have ever tried is to talk reason with them. For me it is just being conscious and aware, aware of the power imbalance in social relations… and I am not ashamed of this awareness even if the price that I pay is wearing the careless tag of being a feminist.

the beginning...

Blogging is not a choice for me, it has been a long felt need. The need to freeze the ever flowing thoughts for a minute, shape them and put them on display to unclutter the inside.
It took so long because I am lazy and seem incapable of producing a finished thing. I prefer the half baked, unprepared stuff and enjoy the process of preparation. But the need to out pour was equally strong. So here I am...to present my random, shapeless, unfinished and half baked musings!