Alice does Dhruvi? The Stateless #Shortreal

I can’t believe it has taken me so long to write about this. I’ve been busy (okay, doesn’t work as an excuse), WordPress seemed clunky when my laptop was away (kinda legit). But hey, I’ve gotten down to it.

So… a lot of you already know that I featured in a Stateless Media #shortreal. Stateless Media is an interesting global media company that doesn’t operate out of any one place and experiments with the storytelling form. One of their signature series of films is titled Shortreals. They are short documentary films on real people. And their latest offering is called Dhruvi. Where yours truly appears in and as Dhruvi. I can’t believe I can type that!

Now I’ve been open to people I know about the struggles of being single and the dating chronicles that have followed. I have been dubbed the ‘relationship expert’ or ‘dating queen’ by those around. Fairly so. I’ve written relationship pieces for various publications and on this blog as well. I’ve been meaning to write a memoir on the subject and received a lot of encouragement from my peers. So, it’s not a surprise that I jumped in response to a tweet asking single desi ladies to speak about dating desi men. Duh! It’s practically what my alter-ego does while living.

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Voices Against Unfair Employment | The Impact Of Honest Writing

On Monday night, I finally broke the silence and wrote a blog highlighting instances that led to me to take a very strong decision in 2017. I realise that my refusal to be an employee on payroll 2017 onwards is a personal decision that I have arrived at after taking into consideration several factors. I also have immense faith in myself as far as talent and skill is considered. But it takes a fair amount of courage, hope and honesty to put it out there.

The most prized validation I’ve wanted to achieve for my writing is to make an impact. I poured my heart out minus the emotion and let the blog take its own course. When I woke in the morning, there was a slow trickle of messages, Facebook likes and so on. Before I knew it, friends were tagging their friends in the comments of the Facebook post, people I had known probably a decade or more ago and not spoken with since were sending me private messages on Facebook.

The message was common. It was an honest, relatable piece that had given them the courage to agree with me and be glad I had spoken up. Across roles, positions and even industries, the employment situation is heavily imbalanced and rather unfair. Someone, even if it is me, had to call this out and set the ball rolling.

I’m not sure about or predicting anything else. But as of now, I’m leaving you with the voices that emerged. If you have something to say too, leave a comment or message me privately on any social media platform. I hear you!

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Why I Refuse To Be An Employee Starting 2017

2008. I graduated from St. Xavier’s College.

2008. In the month of September, I landed my first job.

Let me point out right now that this is not a rant. It’s going to be a lot of words. And all of them have meaning and are carefully chosen. If you are going to be judgemental, feel free to leave or stay and assume or deduce what you may, but I’m not trying to reach out to you for sympathy. If you are receptive and open to know what I have to say, thank you. You’ll probably take away more from this post. And lastly, I’m not angry. Neither am I victimizing or feeling sorry for myself. I am, in fact, in a position where I’m detached from the situation and making observations and recounting instances.

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The #AllINeedIsLove Project! It’ll Make Everything Right

Evidently, I’m not having a good day. I’ve expressed myself on Twitter and Instagram too.

But while moping, I remembered something and it caused me to take on this project.

I was going through my Hotmail inbox (yes, I still have one) and I found an email from a wonderful lady who’s the co-founder of a singles’ community. It was an invitation to write for their blog. I replied much later with one of my famously long emails and signed off with love. I literally typed ‘Love, Dhruvi’.

I had no idea then what I had started. But she wasn’t having a great day and she read my email and smiled. She thought to herself, ‘Of course, love can make everything okay.’ And she told me the story of how this little gesture altered her communication with others. I had no idea what I had started.

If there is one thing I know to be true, it is that ‘love’ is kind and it can grow if we share it. It can heal and it can blossom if nurtured. So, I’m going to take on this task of spreading love. Simply message me privately here or on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram with your postal and email address. In no time, you’ll received a handcrafted love note from me. And when you do receive the love note, upload a picture to your own social network and hashtag it #AllINeedIsLove.

#AllINeedIsLove

Sounds good? Let’s do this!

Texting Is Taking Over Our Lives & The Art Of Conversation Is Dying!

I was originally going to write this blog for Floh, and I’ve been thinking about it/mulling over it for a while. And suddenly, I’ve woken up in the middle of the night to churn it out here for all you loyal readers.

I think I’ve enjoyed good conversations with boys ever since I was a teenager. In fact, in my late teens and early twenties, my ‘boy friends’ often dubbed me as ‘one of the dudes’. I could talk to them about movies, computers, technology, ‘girls’, travelling, everything under the sun, except cricket (I just can’t wrap my head around it despite several attempts).

I remember the day I acquired a cellphone. It was 2001, an evening in November, the 21st, to be precise, 4 days before my 13th birthday (?). I was not new to cellphones, I just hadn’t had my own before. That fateful night, without having activated the ‘9 to 9 scheme (Indian millennials know what I’m referring to)’, I had spent 6 hours of the night on the phone. Of course, the bill that ensued at the end of the month, ensured my postpaid connection be cut off for years to come, allowing me a reasonably allocated prepaid account.

If one thing hasn’t changed since I was 13, it’s the fact that I. Love. Talking. On The Phone.

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