Monday, 27 June 2016

Why Gilmore Girls is a Feminist Show

When Gilmore Girls first aired in 2000, a story about a single mother with an unnaturally close relationship with her daughter, it hopped along, perhaps unintentionally so, on the third wave of feminism. When Lorelai Gilmore was 16 years old, she gave birth to her daughter, also named Lorelai but better known as Rory. Set in a small fictional town of Stars Hollow, the story kicks off 16 years later and follows the duo through ups and downs, peppered with pop cultural references. 

Apart from Lorelai and Rory setting the bar for mother – daughter relationships, Gilmore Girls also offered a plethora of female characters with an accuracy that is often unparalleled by the mainstream media, even today. As the name of the show suggests, it deals with the Gilmores and boy, does it deal with the Girls. 

“Who cares if I’m pretty if I fail my finals?” 

While Rory became the lead Gilmore Girl over the course of the seasons, she had been a good influence; thoughtful and inspiring from the get go. The list of her virtues is far too long and yet, neither she nor the show explicitly talked about women’s issues (bearing in mind the exception of ‘That Damn Donna Reed’). In fact the show revolved particularly around the romantic lives of the Gilmore Girls, thereby ensuring a place in the genre of ‘silly, drama shows’.

Saturday, 18 June 2016

Goodbye Summer

“Is there any way for you stay?” Sakhi broke the silence that had engulfed her and her best friend Aakriti as they walked up the stairs to their college library. Aakriti carried a pile of books that she had to return before she left. She was moving to a different city because of her mom’s job and it was her last day at college.

“Honey, there are plenty of ways for me to stay; I just am not,” Aakriti answered, adding a stray piece of jet black hair to the pile on the top of her head. She was touched by the implications of Sakhi’s statement; it was unlike her friend to express emotions that might cause inconvenience. That’s how she was – logical, calculating; some might even call her cold. But Aakriti knew her; time had taught her to search within the undertones of what she said and to read her with fluency.

“Right, okay,” Sakhi muttered, “because...” she let her sentence trail off as she returned a book back to it place. She was taller than Aakriti and so it was easier for her to reach the higher shelves; one of the few things where she trumped Aakriti. For the most part, Aakriti shone at everything.  She had excellent conversational skills matched with the brains that contributed to said conversations. She had the answer to everything. Sakhi didn’t mind, or believe in self pity.

“I am not leaving my mom Sakhi, we’ve been over this before,” Aakriti replied, placing the last book back at its designated place.

“But leaving mid semester is - ” Sakhi started to argue.

Sunday, 12 June 2016

Hold On, We're Going Home

Here we are once again,
Walls held together by broken floss strings,
Waves falling apart against rocks.
Counting stars with the sun to guide us,
Let's drink to all ways in which we are wrong.

Forget the barriers between you and I,
And press your tears between my fingers.
Coming together over small truths,
Like blood stains on closed wounds,
Here we are once again.