1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="967D4kt0c4"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/aunty/">Aunty….</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/aunty/embed/#?secret=967D4kt0c4" width="600" height="338" title="“Aunty….” — PoohsDen" data-secret="967D4kt0c4" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Aunty… Aunty… Aunty.. remember the Goodrej hair dye ad? “Aunty” seems to be the much dreaded word amongst girls/women. To be brutally honest, I really do not mind being called aunty by kids who are like 15-20 yrs younger than me neither will I mind if they call me by my first name. To me it is just a form of address and anything works. There is a lot of confusion of “whom-to-call-aunty”. Your classmate’s mom is of course aunty, your mother’s best friend is aunty, your neighbor with kids in the high school is aunty. But there are lots and lots of women who do not fit into this aunty mold. And one cannot go around asking for a lady’s age to determine if the lady in question is worthy of the title of aunty and add to this the fact that some women/girls are very sensitive to being called aunty. I call this confusion “aunty mold” (or mould depending on which part of the world you are in). Fitting an Indian girl/woman into this “aunty mold” ranks as one of the hardest jobs on earth. I remember this incident from childhood very clearly. Our neighbors (Mr and Mrs.S) […]