Feminism India



"Gurl, get yo ass up and work!"

Last week was a bit of a rollercoaster ride for both Ankita and I, the stress of producing content and releasing it on time is one which both of us really underestimated. Not to forget, that we also like to pretend we have a life outside the podcast.

I have a very intimate relationship with my basketball shoes and Ankita, well, just watch her Instagram stories. Our souls are immersed in what we do and that's because we treat it like a delicate, year old child. Or in Ankita's case, a delicate, year old puppy.

Watching an episode on Netflix makes me feel like I'm the most sociable being on the planet, even though I can only sit through half an episode of 'The Good Wife' and feel too tired to watch the rest. Those 20 minutes of having a social life are reaaaal gooood. Now most of you must be thinking 'Oh wow, these girls have found something they love doing and it must be so fun to work on a project like this'.

Yes, it is true, very true. But the sheer amount of work, effort and sometimes cursing - of course, that's Ankita, not me - is hidden from us when we admire our role models on TV, on the internet or maybe even on a podcast. (wink wink)

How many times have you thought about a project and then shied away from even taking the first step towards making it happen? I've been a victim of this myself and it's something I am not proud of at all. Two years ago, I had big plans to start a blog about being Desi and living in Europe, something similar to what we discuss on our podcast. You know where that blog is? It's in my pile of 'not-starting-because-too-much-effort' ideas in my brain. And perhaps this pile is probably bigger than my pile of 'things-I-achieved-because-I-worked-hard'. Now that I look back, I know why this happened.

It's a syndrome of believing that everything comes easy, it's a syndrome we all have from spending too much time on the internet and only focusing on people's success. There is nobody out there who has earned what they have by pushing their responsibilities to the side and being afraid to face a big, fat, brick wall in front of their goals. Well, Trump has. Trump is an exception.

Sometimes we admire the big golden palace of success that is built by our role models, but we forget to look at the meticulous work, sweat and tears it takes to place each jewel step by step. I remember speaking to a young girl this summer and we discussed a web project for her to get started on. I only encouraged her because I genuinely thought she could go a long way. After months of chasing her up and trying to encourage her, the only thing that came out of it was a website name. To her, starting up a website, thinking of a branding strategy, thinking of her customers – all this was new, which meant it was scary.

Another recurring excuse is, "I work 9-5, which means I am too tired to work on anything else when I get back home".But this doesn’t mean that you’re tired, it means you are uninspired. Whatever you’re trying to work on does not motivate you enough to keep pushing through that pain barrier to achieve what you envision for yourself.

But this big world of people trying to become successful, this world where creating new ideas is so difficult, is supposed to be scary. Everyone is afraid of failure. You might start something and then stop halfway because that's when things start to look difficult – but it's at this exact point where the passion and the love you have for your work need to shine out. It's this point exactly which makes or breaks you.

Two years ago, I shied away from working towards something I had believed in. But believing is not enough, willing to work hard is not enough. You have to overcome that pain barrier, you have to jump many hoops to reach your destination.

Ankita and I have only started and sometimes we catch ourselves looking at our role models trying to figure out how they make it look so easy, until we realise that they have reached their current level of success through the kind of hard work we should be putting in.

And on that note, I would like to thank Ankita for lifting me up when I've needed it the most.




A fifth-year medical student successfully placing my stethoscope the wrong way around every day. I'm a podcaster, sports enthusiast and I guess, a feminist.