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*these are my views and my views alone. If you don’t agree, don’t hate and don’t read!* 

As someone who has been intensely following the American presidential campaign trial from outside America, I pray that America never come into the hands of an ill-informed, narcissistic, climate change sceptic like Donald Trump. 

As one who aligns themselves with the democrats even though I live in Australia, I find immense satisfaction in listening to republican policy spiels and campaign promotion so I can emphatically fire rebuttals and counter arguments to prove their policy choices wrong. I’ve spent countless hours sitting with my friends and family debating about the misfortune of being ill informed on real world issues like climate change, social security, equal pay for women and men, gender and sexual discrimination, the economy, gun control. That’s just the surface of the issue pool. 

However, listening to Trump feels like I’ve been inhaling second hand smoke because it kills me. 

I’ve had my fair share of exposure to republican presidents through studying the dead ones in modern and extension history, and being forced to lend my ear to Bush through my childhood in the early 2000s. But nothing has ever prepped me for Trump. 

I hold America’s fate, and by extension, the world’s fate in my nightly prayers. 

Imagine a world where Donald Trump commands  the most powerful job in the world. It makes me shudder and recoil in terror as well. 

xx Simran 

when you’re 22

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Happy birthday!!

This post could become a 2.5k essay very easily, but I think I did that justice in your 8 page speech for your 21st last year. Words don’t express how incredibly proud I am to have an older sister, an inspiration and a motivation like you. From the life advice, the hour long work out sessions accompanied by talks of all the hot guys (famous and non famous obviously) in our lives, the impromptu cooking sessions, the sister bonding adventures, the concerts and the shared love for Dan Carter, Sam Smith and everything Justin Timberlake, there isn’t a moment when I don’t think about how blessed I am to have an older sister like you.

Our “arguments” are the best because we both can never stay mad at each other for more than 2 minutes max. I’m eternally blessed to have someone so dedicated to not only their education and career, but also their family and friends. In my nearly 18 years, I don’t think any book, education or person out there has taught me as much as you have. The best thing about being sisters is the secret judging we both do, just for the laughs as we watch each other being silly and carefree. You’ve shown me the meaning of self dignity, class and perseverance in a person, and I couldn’t be more thankful to have someone who will always have the right thing to say, whether its to make me feel better about work, guys, life in general, or if its just to get a half hour silent, walrus clapping, back aching laugh out of both of us. It’s almost like we’re telepathic in our thoughts and actions, whether it be the same song, or our devious plans to irritate mum and dad for the laughs. I love that we’re always on the same wavelength, and that watching you grow up has made me a better person. You always have my back, and I’ll always have yours. Even when we’re old and grey (but granted, we may still be asked if we’re twins)

And obviously, there isn’t any discounting to the fact that we are the most on point sisters out there.

So here’s to being the sisters that slay (the photographs are evidence enough), and here’s to so many more adventures once I hit the big 18. Here’s to more random texts and plans for our future. Here’s to more laughter about the most random crap, more sneaky photos of you napping in the car (I was feeling nice and didn’t include them today hehe) and generally being the best sisters out; more concerts and sporting events (tickets bought by you obviously), sister bonding days and workout sessions, and of course the memories, both serious and amusing. I can’t wait to hit the road with you once I’m on my Ps, and travel around Australia and the world, wining and dining and having a blast.

love you long time didi!!

xx Simi

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This might be the last post for about 2 weeks when I don’t have internet which is so tragic 😥 But I will continue blogging, especially when I head overseas to India which I’m actually pretty keen about right now

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snapchat quality but whatever. When I’m not being a normal realistic teenager, I dream about being in a bollywood movie with my favourite actors. I would list them, but then everyone would see my crazy long celebrity crush list..

True story though, when I’m in Mumbai, I plan to attempt to see if I can meet some of my favourite Indian celebrities. That or I’ll sign up to be an extra in a Bollywood movie. Either or.

Real talk, that photo’s from last night’s engagement party, which was a blast. I don’t spend two hours doing my hair and make up, intentionally get my eyebrows threaded, and spend 15 minutes tangled in layers of embroidery and silk, just to take selfies. I’m not that crazy. Last night was a lot of fun, and even though this was just an engagement party, it got me so excited for the wedding. Catching up with old family friends and eating tons of food is the best way to spend a Saturday night.

What can I say? I love weddings. I love getting ready for them, even if it does take a shitload of time. I love the excitement and the celebrations, the food and the dancing. Indian weddings are the bomb. It’s also been sooOooOoooooOOOo long since I have been to a wedding.

I’m even keen for my own wedding, and so are my friends. But I’m still single. Clearly my life plan isn’t working out.. Struggles amirite??

xx Simran

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The rant life is real. This isn’t a post bashing males. I don’t intend to make it sound like all men are bad and evil. But in light of three misconduct cases in a week, I’m fired up about discrimination, sexism and harassment in the Australian workplace.

As a young woman in a professional environment in Australia, I’m apparently meant to not bat a lash at “workplace harassment for banter or fun”. I’m supposed to feel honoured or play along with a man who’s harassing me, and not meant to feel in anyway violated or demeaned by the fact that he thinks we’ll never be workplace equals. I’m meant to accept that men are superior and we’ll never be professional equals. I should in fact feel grateful for his attention on me. This statements are all according to Melbourne Renegades batsman, Chris Gayle.

To this, I say he’s an arrogant jerk with no concept of class, dignity and respect.

He has stepped out and refused to properly apologise for his horrendous behaviour towards Channel 10 sports reporter, Mel McGlaughlin, when he hit on her on live television after smashing 41 runs off 15 balls in a great innings.

This was his attempt at an apology:

“I think this is being blown out of proportion,” said Gayle. “All I was trying to do was to make her feel uncomfortable in the workplace. It was just a little joke to remind her that I don’t see her as a professional. What’s wrong with that? It’s just a little bit of fun to assert my dominance and attempt to lessen her worth.”

“It was a pretty good line, though, wasn’t it? Don’t blush baby. Ha! Actually, I heard that line when watching this video on workplace harassment. I didn’t really pay attention after that. I was too busy jotting down that line. I should really rewatch it.”

(source: http://www.sbs.com.au/comedy/article/2016/01/05/cricketer-claims-comments-were-just-fun-bit-workplace-harassment)

Gayle won’t apologise for his behaviour because he thinks women in Australia when working need to be shown who’s boss, and be around testosterone filled jerks who think they own the bloody place. And that’s me rephrasing his comments into asshole.

To make matters worse, various males have come out in defence of Gayle, celebrating his actions as heroic. And when women step up to defend themselves and the reporter, we’re referred to as whiny bitches who can’t take a joke.

This comment really took the cherry on top: It’s just a bit of a laugh to remind all women that they are here for the enjoyment of men. It’s just a good old bit of banter to remind you that this is our place and you’re a guest in your own world. It’s just a fun little laugh to let her know that we haven’t forgotten she’s a woman and therefore will not treat her with equal respect in the workplace. It’s a bit of a rib-tickler to let you know that this traditionally male-dominated arena is still very much male-dominated and set up to make men feel comfortable and women feel secondary. It’s just a little joke like that.

Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t come to ever think that workplace harassment was bloody funny mate. I didn’t think we still live in the 14th century, where women serve only for the entertainment of men. Am I meant to apologise for being equal to my male counterpart? I didn’t bloody think I was meant to.

I don’t think Gayle being fined $10,000 is enough. After what he said, what’s to stop him from doing it again? He clearly has no shame or respect for anyone.

And that isn’t the worst of it. When your sportsmen and your politicians can’t keep it together in a professional environment, what sort of a message does that send to the domestic and global community? We have Chris Gayle hitting on reporters, former minister Jamie Briggs acting inappropriately with a female diplomat in Hong Kong, and then somehow, her photo gets leaked to major Australian media outlets; and then finally, current immigration minister Peter Dutton accidentally texts a reporter, telling her she’s a “mad, f***ing witch” when the text was meant for another person.

To make things worse, people question why women hold back from reporting cases of workplace harassment.

Oh, I’m sorry, do any of the above three situations seem comfortable to you? If you were any of the three women involved, would you be able to come out and tell someone that your superior is behaving inappropriately with you in a professional environment, that is meant to be safe and fair?

Maybe I just understood the definition and atmosphere of a professional environment wrong.

I’m disgusted that here in Australia, we think we’re so wonderful, working towards gender equality, when in fact, we can’t even treat genders equally in a professional setting.

That’s just bloody wonderful.

Harassment in the workplace isn’t a joke. And if you think it is, please, re-evaluate who the hell you think you are.

And no, I’m not coming out and saying all men are pigs. But let’s establish something. Women are not here for the entertainment of men. Women are equal to men in a professional setting. Each gender is superior to the other in their own right (physicality can’t be ignored), but these notions aren’t ever meant to be a focal point for banter and a joke that’s clearly discriminatory, sexist or demeaning. Harassment in the workplace shouldn’t ever be accepted, regardless of which industry you work in.

Why don’t people get that? If a 17 year old understands it, why don’t others?

Harassment should never be passed off as banter. Because it isn’t. Harassment is not a joke.

xx Simran

Sunday

Morning beach runs and bircher muesli are the best companions for a cloudy Sunday in Sydney

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I just realised I have work tomorrow and now I’m sitting here devastated, because Christmas/New Years flew by too quickly for me.

Struggles when the hustle is real

xx Simran