Money, no magic or even logic about it

What must it feel like to be a leader in a company like Aircel and Reliance Communications that owe thousands of crores (count the zeros, more than 10 I'm sure) to their creditors?

I hated family members who ruined the family economy by overspending and taking loans. They hated me for being boring, unimaginative and casual. This is how my economics works. I keep away from overspenders. There is no such word, right? No such person too, it seems in modern times, you do what you like, leave your creditors high and dry, ruin life as you knew it and ruin it for millions, and never let the poorest of the poor see a better day.

Money has no magic, no logic. It's nothing and it's not even a piece of paper anymore.

Cheers to a new world with no logic and no magic and just numbers with more than  ten zeros

No logic is sometimes, no magic

A young friend of mine asked me to speak on video of how tribal women expressed their shame, fear, stigma, or taboos on menstruation. She wanted to know if they spoke of body shaming or shame on genitalia.

My impressions are as follows:

Initially, we play simple games with the girls. But once we introduce the topic of menstruation, there is a deathly silence. After a session or two, girls belonging to higher castes become vocal, while it takes more time for girls from tribal families to open up. Even then, only girls who are around 16 or 17 speak. Some of the things they say were new to me.Like, they stay in the hostel and their mothers don't know that they started to menstruate. So, I asked them why they never told their mothers because many of them live just a few kms from the hostel.

 She explained how she had gone with a few other friends to the house of one among them. That girl had just begun menstruating.They had decided before hand to help their friend speak to her  mother. The mother welcomed them and offered them tea. They drank tea and chatted for some time, but left without telling her the news.

Why? I asked her. She said that it was like that.When I chanced to go into a very sparcely inhabited jungle, I saw a girl whom I had met in another school. I started talking to  her and then asked her if her mother knew that she got her periods. She told me that her mother had seen her take a sanitary pad that the school had given her. But neither had spoken about it.

Overall, the women, especially the older ones, were happy to talk to us, and shared the trauma of having no one to talk to about their periods and its related issues. 

When I started speaking to boys and men about periods, their response was very positive. One guy told me that he now understood that period blood was important and not dirty. But how could he convince his parents? They would be hurt. I cannot irritate them and go against my parents' wishes. I pointed out that he had been reluctant to talk to me at first. So were a few of his friends. But now they were convinced. He had to convince his parents slowly,  just as I spoke to him. Because it was unnecessary for his children to suffer  in this manner. He had to agree with me.