Indian Woman Today

First Indian Female DJ Downunder
by Amardeep Grewal 

Meet Janeen or DJ Jeenu. She is the first Indian Female DJ in Australia. Janine says, ‘My interest in DJ began when I was in year 12 and I was thinking of a way to express my vast fascination in music. I love music, I love to dance and I feel that music has the ability to create every emotion. My main interest is Bollywood, Punjabi & Hip Hop. After year 12, I began to study psychology and I wrapped myself up in my studies. A couple of years down the track I became inspired by my mamu Dj Dimple and I decided that Dj-ing was what I wanted to do. My main ambition was to have fun and make sure everyone around me was enjoying themselves. After a couple of months research I went out, bought myself some equipment and set myself up in the Games room of our house. I began lessons with a Club DJ, Dj Simon. It has been quite a journey for me. I still remember my first gig. I was so nervous that I was shaking, I was worried that I would do something wrong and everyone would start screaming at me. They didn’t scream at me, they were actually very supportive and I took it as a learning curve. Since then I have been receiving many gigs from friends and friends of friends. I have enjoyed every moment of it and my future goal is to continue into this field and learn from each experience as it comes. 

Tannu Kaur – A budding poet at 17 

by Anna Grewal 

Ever since I was about thirteen years of age, I wanted to express myself proficiently in order to understand my emotions. That is when I wrote my first poem, which took hold of all my worries, evaporated them and created realistic solutions. Writing poetry/songs is not just a hobby, it is my lifeline. I do not mind where my writing takes me, but it would be great if I could, for once in my life, be recognised for who I really am. 

Ice Break Under the vulgar ice, 

I wait, Relentlessly trying to escape, 

Im the fish, unable to access bait, 

Which could take me away 

Even to a better place. 

My nose streams with blood, 

As I try to break, 

This stubborn ice, 

Which makes me wait… 

The reflection from underneath, 

I can not recognise, 

No, it can not be me, 

The image I despise, 

Yet, again, I form a tight grip, 

Of all my weight, 

And aimlessly smash my face, 

Knowing that the ice will not break… 

My insides are crushed, 

Once again, 

I have had enough I close my eyes, 

Hoping not to awake… 

A gentle droplet opens my eyes, 

The singular yet, splendid surprise, 

Has enough fuel to drive, 

Me higher and higher… 

This renewal of faith, 

Dares me to say, 

“Never” Because, 

Truly, it is Never too late