Anjali Parvati Koda

Writer, Comedian, Co-Founder @Samahaara. Edgar Alan Poe wrote me on a rainy Sunday afternoon. 
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One of my favorite Samahaara plays “Taj Mahal ka Tender” #theatre #throwbackthursday

Before the show #makeup #free

  • Me: Why is everyone being so hard on Rahul Gandhi for sleeping during a session?
  • @Rathna Shekar: He was a Prime Minister candidate!
  • Me: Aww, so cute he thought that.
  • @Rathna Shekar: You and your Bambi!
  • (I call RG "Bambi")


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This spelling mistake in #grafitti is really bothering me.

Asker Anonymous Asks:
Penises are for urinating and supplying sperm for reproduction, doesn't mean we urinate and fuck in public .. why should breast feeding be okay? fucking typical one sided feminist
alteregokoda alteregokoda Said:



Does your penis provide sustenance for another person? No. Can you show your nipples in public if you want to? Yes. Also, breasts are not genitals or sex organs. Only 13 out of 190 cultures world wide consider them to be sexual or even private parts. Don’t even act like this is a feminist thing. This is a babies-have-the-right-to-eat thing.


I’ve seen more men urinating in public than I have women breast feeding, like are you fucking kidding me??!? Men take every excuse to expose themselves in public to make women uncomfortable.




Nobody gives the black girl mob credit for being smart as fuck. They clown but at the end of the day they are really intelligent.

And it’s not subtle at all.
Taystee is a math prodigy in addition to being well-read, Poussey is multilingual, Cindy just knows shit, Suzanne studies Shakespeare, Watson was a good student in addition to being a track star, Vee is basically an evil genius. Piper often learns the most from them; they taught her how to fight and helped translate Pennsatucky’s biblical threat.
The show flat out acknowledges the (academic) intelligence of the black inmates time and time again, but the audience collectively ignores it.


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I never cared about things like Women’s Day
I kept that in the same bracket as Valentine’s Day
Like, seriously, one day for love?
Like, seriously, one day for women?
Now I’m thinking
There’s at least one day for women.
One day for thought. One day
For introspection.
One day for shame.
One day for epiphanies.

What you did
When someone spoke of a relative
Saying Words.
You protected the relative.
You didn’t speak up.
You said, why destroy a family
Over words?

It’s a family.
Families are bigger than mere words.

Words are spoken all the time
At least no actions resulted.
What was the point, I said
( I may have told her)
In destroying a Man’s life
Over mere words.
You will keep away.
You also keep away, you said.

What you did
When someone spoke of a colleague
Saying words.
A play about abuse
A play about women
And he had said Words.
Demeaning, derogatory, sexualizing
A Real Person
She didn’t ask for it.
(Did she?)
Then there were others.

You were enraged.
You were upset.
You felt betrayal.
Your trust, whatever little you had
Was taken for granted.

What did you do?
You said Words to him,
Different ones.
Then you removed him
From the group. Far away.
"He’s gone" you told her
And her And her
"Away from us. Never again."

What is the point
In Destroying a Man’s life
Over Words.

The girl kept away from the relative
As did I. The girls kept away from the colleague
As did I.
No one else kept away
Those who didn’t know
Those who did.
About the Words.

No more family gatherings for her.
But he followed no such law.
I cannot watch that play
"The irony" she laughed
While he gathered a band of brothers
And spoke on Women’s Rights.

Now you panicked.
You told people about the Relative
You told them about the colleague
You reminded them, you protested
They said
They were mere Words.

Parties were avoided
Plays were avoided
Reunions were given a miss
By Her
And Her
Not by Him
Nor Him
Nor Him.

But people forgot her
Some said, too bad
She should have been Stronger
Someone said
How do you know she didn’t make it up?
I didn’t.
I said, why would she?
You never know, they said.
She wasn’t there
(She never was anymore)
We will never know
They said.
I cringed.

I thought, if it is too late
To Speak Up
I will Act.
Unfriending, Blocking, Boycotting.
No more of His Plays or His Parties
Or His Sister’s Wedding Or His Hosted
As a sign of protest, I said
As a sign of solidarity and support.
(What is the point in Punishing
A Man Over Mere Words
They shouted at me
And now I was aghast,
Who decides these things?
It came to me.
I did.)

What did I tell her
How did I handle this

I was young, I reasoned
6 years ago
2 years ago
6 months ago
Now I know better.
I cringed, lost sleep
Avoided people
Over mere Words.
(She was nowhere to be seen
Was she on Facebook?
Did she unfriend us all?
Will she come to my Brother’s Party,
At least? Why would she avoid me…)

Now I look to you
For guidance
For support
For forgiveness
Hoping the elusive sleep may return
Or that she may.


Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer (Father of the atomic bomb)

Truly the face of a haunted man.

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"What if Walter White told stupid chemistry jokes instead of cooking meth?"


I can never not reblog this.

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