BLOG BY MEHKAN

“ If your feminism hates homemakers, then your feminism is just another patriarchy in high heels .” She has a Master’s degree. She makes tea at 5 AM. She negotiates electricity bills better than any MBA, mediates in-laws with the diplomacy of a UN officer, and raises children while society whispers, "Wasted potential." Welcome to the 21st-century paradox: an educated woman is respected until she chooses to be a homemaker. That’s when the eye-rolls start. And if she defends her choice? She’s accused of betraying the "empowered woman" brand. You see, somewhere along the feminist highway, we took a wrong exit into a confusing cul-de-sac. What was once a powerful call for dignity and equal rights has been hijacked by shopping bags, hashtags, false cases, and emotional blackmail. Let’s unpack this twisted tale. Today, feminism is often confused with consumerism.  We’re told empowerment means: Not cooking. Ordering online. Wearing what you want, even if it’s visibly uncom...

“ Work hard, study well, and everything else will fall into place .” That’s the golden rule we grew up believing. And for many of us in lower-middle-class households, it was more than a rule — it was the only way out.   I f ollowed that path. I did everything “right.”  Still chasing a “career break” that never seems to come. Is It My Fault? Or the System’s? On bad days, I ask myself: “Am I not skilled enough? Not good enough?” And on more honest days, I admit: “The game is rigged — and always has been.” Because while I struggle to find a foothold in the legal world, I see another reality unfold before my eyes: Children of top lawyers walk into chambers their parents built. Celebrity kids, with or without talent, star in films their parents funded. Business heirs “join” companies they were born into. Political dynasties sustaining themselves across elections.  Nepotism may not be the whole picture — but it's often the passport into opportunity, while merit must beg for vis...

 If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be spending hours playing chess and watching grandmaster games like a sports fan, I would’ve laughed and said, “Please, I can’t even remember how the knight moves.” But then came my younger brother—my unofficial chess nemesis. He played well, and worse, he knew it. I couldn’t let that slide. So, I started playing. Spoiler alert : I kept losing. Not gracefully either. I was just moving pieces because I knew they moved—not because I knew why. It was like playing a guitar by just strumming randomly—sure, you make noise, but is it music? Not really.  Learning the Purpose of Pieces Eventually, I realized every move needs a reason. I started defending my pieces, thinking a move ahead, and even planning traps (most of which I fell into myself). Then I downloaded a chess app with difficulty levels that looked like video game bosses: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, and then Ex+++, Ex++++... Honestly, I lost so much, I thought my phone might...

 They say “ Rome wasn’t built in a day .” Well, neither is a decent personality. Lately, I’ve noticed I’ve become a bit of a masterpiece — short-tempered, easily annoyed, and a professional-level procrastinator. If being irritated by minor things were an Olympic sport, I’d have a gold medal by now. I snap at people I love, delay tasks until they haunt me in my sleep, and get annoyed at Wi-Fi speed like it’s a personal attack. But hey, at least I’m self-aware, right? One day, after yelling at my sibling over a missing spoon (yes, a spoon), I sat down and thought: Is this really the person I want to be? “ Be the change you wish to see in the world .” – Gandhi’s words hit harder when you’re the one needing the change. So now, I try. I take deep breaths (even when I want to scream), make to-do lists I sometimes follow, and remind myself that kindness isn’t overrated. Sure, I stumble. Growth isn’t glamorous—it’s messy, awkward, and sometimes involves apologizing a lot. But I’m learning ...

  When we say, “That person is kind,” what do we really mean? We’re not just talking about someone who donates to charity, or helps the elderly cross the road. Often, we say it when someone speaks to us in a way that makes us feel safe, seen, and respected. Because kindness more than anything, is a language. Kindness Isn’t Just Action. It’s How You Speak. We often underestimate how powerful everyday conversations are. The way someone talks to you  their tone, their pauses, their choice of words can feel like: A hug,  A shove,  Or a slap you never saw coming.  That’s why you might meet someone for just 5 minutes and walk away thinking, “Wow, they were so kind.” It wasn’t just their face or body language. It was their voice  how they made you feel with it.  “ Language Has Its Own Temperature …” In a Korean drama I once watched, there was a line I’ll never forget:  “ Language has its own temperature. The speaker may find it refreshing, but the listen...

“ Education is the foundation that teaches us to tell right from wrong .” It’s not just a system. It’s the seed of every decision we make as we grow. Solomon Ortiz once said, “ Education is the key to success in life, and teachers make a lasting impact in the lives of their students.” But the story doesn’t start in the classroom. It begins at home  with parents. Long before a child meets their first school teacher, they’re already learning by observing their parents. A parent’s character, communication, values, emotional intelligence, and the way they handle life’s ups and downs all of this silently shapes the child’s mind. Children absorb everything. Their worldview is built in the living room, not the lecture hall. Think of Mowgli from The Jungle Book. Raised in the wild, among animals, he adapted to the jungle not by choice, but by influence. That’s how powerful environment is.  Once children step into school, teachers become the second sculptors of their personality. The...