Being here, in Budapest, at this point in time, given the result of the last Hungarian elections, as well as the larger political context is a rather strange experience for me. A déjà-vu of sorts, if you will. After all, my parents (and my infant self) fled our homeland at the time of a nascent dictatorship. And yet it also feels like a glimpse into the future; I cannot stop thinking: “How many more countries will succumb to the lure of authoritarian governments?”.
This is how I thought Budapest would feel.
It didn’t. Continue reading “Budapest”
I have never described myself as a feminist, mostly because the term is laden with all sorts of connotations, assumptions and expectations that I have no desire or ability to either fulfil or dispel. There is enough of shoving beliefs down each other’s throats going on as it is. Instead, for the purposes of this post, I’ll simply stick to what feminism has to mean to me. Continue reading “On Feminism and Marriage”
Once, as I was researching a uni assignment on the education of refugee children, I read the argument that since destruction is the essence of war, peace is not the opposite of war; creativity is.
No matter which political position you take, it is difficult to deny that Ukraine is affected by the ongoing military conflict in its eastern regions. Continue reading “An Ode to Lviv (Part 2): On Creativity”
I could tell you about the handicapped men begging on the stairs of churches and the mentally unstable homeless women scouring rubbish bins.
I could tell you about Continue reading “An Ode to Lviv (Part 1): What I Won’t Tell You”
Often we tell single twenty-somethings that this time of their lives is for them, that they should enjoy it because they will never have as much time for themselves as they do now. And yet we wonder why fear of commitment abounds and divorce has become the new normal.
We assume that selfishness can be turned on and off. We forget that selflessness, Continue reading “On Selfishness, Selflessness and Singleness”
Sometimes I think about these things.
Sometimes I ask myself: what is it that I strive for? Continue reading “Poem: Sometimes I Think About These Things”
One of the first things that children learn is to label the people (especially adults) in their lives.
Mum and Dad.
Aunt and Uncle.
And even as our world broadens and we meet more people, some related to us and some not, these four terms of address remain our most frequently used ones.
But do we ever learn what these terms really mean?
Do we ever teach our children more than simply which biological relative is entitled to which label?
Do we ever teach our children about the kind of roles and responsibilities each label entails?
Continue reading “On Mother’s Day”