Unjust! Unjust!

I was wondering, as I most often do when I have nothing better to do, why do I write blogs.: I like reading other people's blogs, but surely, if I were to peruse my writings, I would find it undeniably depressing, moody and suicidal.

Coming to the title of the piece ( as I like to call my ramblings as), I remember Charlotte Bronte using this particular phrase, "Unjust, Unjust!" in Jane Eyre, when the protagonist was shut in the Red Room during her childhood.







Gawd help us!








Mr Manish Sabharwal, of Teamlease mentioned about the ovarian lottery in his guest lecture today, and I can't but help myself ponder upon how name games play an important part of our lives ( and for an unlucky few, deaths as well ).

Why do we have to blame the ovaries when the testicles are equally at fault! Surely I have not been taught the wrong life science lessons in my school classes: that it takes unfaltering effort from both of them for procreation!

Had I been Mr Warren Buffet ( then I would have been unimaginable rich, but that is beside the point here ), I would have rather chosen a more hygienic and unbiased name for the 'world is unfair' concept of his : perhaps "The game of the Winning Wombs' would have been more suited: though it is not totally unbiased to gender, it sounds a tad more hygienic and clinical.

To those of us who got the wrong ticket in the ovarian lottery, it would have been a consolation had we had a chance to play a game in the winning womb; that way everyone would have at least have a chance, however insignificant, to prove themselves and carve their t; and if we lose, then we would have had walked away proudly, with our head held high, saying, 'we tried' at the same time mumbling about sour grapes.