“The Bhartiya Nari” has broken all shackles of subjugation and has arrived on the center stage with more temerity than skill or sense. She in her urbane avatar has made shyness, modesty completely vestigial. She flaunts her noodle straps and hot pants with a confident countenance. She dotes on a treasure of cosmetic products and wouldn’t even mind to go under the knife to get that perfect look. She is working, she is independent , she boozes, she fags , she wouldn’t even mind to live in.
Ah what a metamorphosis indeed. To think of it is this what women libation is all about. I am in a great fix as to how to define or to do the caricature of “aaj ki Bhartiya nari ” Take the television for example ,the leading soaps of our TV channels –“agle janam mohe bitya hi kijo” “balika vadhu” showcases the harassed and troubled female populace and the above description of women would be descended into faction . Then on a TV commercial of i pills make this notion very capricious. Then a survey that 80% of the women in India are sexually active before marriage surely seems dubious but again causes a serious aberration of my thought process.
To make it more worse there goes an “ITEM GIRL” (with due apologies to our favorite drama queen ) imitating our Sita Maiya
to choose her pati parmeshvar. She says she’s gone back to the archaic days of doing the arduous job of selecting her var.
She took the bold step of dating more than a dozen men in front of the camera and then on selecting one.
She avowed that she is a Bhartiya nari and applied mehndi for three coveted sajnas and then on settled for one not with a mangal sutra but a ring.
If I further exercise my desire to explore the world of misunderstood women of present era , I am again appalled by a completely different bevy of power puffed ladies. Yes it is quite a debate that do the women in power display the boldness and charisma.
There is our honorable first female president who is a complete epitome of “luck by chance” . Her work is subtle and no body is aware of her charisma. Then the UP Chief Minister who has been the butt of of scams and scandals does no further justice. Then comes the efficacy of our Speaker Meira Kumar , well she completely bowls you over. The softness of her voice is no handicap but her ability to negotiate and make peace unveils the untapped power of women.
Then on one is reminded of The Barkha Dutts, The KIran Bedis, The Arundati Roys, The Indira Nooyis , The Kiran Manjumdars, The Sania Mirzas,the Nirupama raos, for that matter even the Aishwarya Rais who have invariably transformed the cliches and hackneyed phrases associated with women.
So after a heterogeneous account of today’s “Bhartiya Nari” I finally conclude-
The Gen x woman is no iconoclast , avidly attacking morality . She is someone who has become aware of her needs be it emotional, financial, physical or mental and would do anything to fulfill them. She is no inane creature who makes impotent efforts to improve her plight. She is bold enough to dream and achieve . She knows her accounts and is aware of her feminism. She is out there beaming with beauty to take on a world of opportunities regardless of the clothes she wears , or the relationships she is into.
She is no Sati , no Savitri but the bold and the beautiful.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Homecoming....a daughter's view
I have given my way to my mental attic where I had stored all episodes of my growing up. Every episode spent at home, is a parcel of days to be remembered…
Climbing up stairs and slamming the door after coming back from school. Throwing your schoolbag on the study table and then switching on the TV set which emitted noises that would frazzle your nerves. Then the complacent sigh the moment food was served. The bathroom dense with talcum smog. The dancing in front of the mirror where every limb was tested. The strolling in my big veranda and enjoying the bliss of solitude. How a demure little creature would gain all strength in the world to fight with her little sibling . Those long hours where one would chat like a granny with your mom .
Then time plays its game wherein the stubborn child transforms into a thriving teenager and then to an impeccably groomed and dignified young woman (with exaggeration at its best) in a climate of perpetual wonder.
Yes its strange for this very house is now a place to spend my vacations. And look six months down the lane I’ll be through with my engineering degree and god knows how frequent will I visit this little paradise of mine. Its heartening to realize that four to five years more of work experience and higher studies…then the inevitable wedlock and then your inhibitions of a daughter melt you further.
All the pampering, all your pranks and plays vanish like water into the sand. The walls of my bathroom still not deafened by my melodious tunes , the clothes, the books, the paintings, the music playing, the lights on will be cleared away…..
From now on every homecoming will be cherishable experience as life takes on brighter colors.
Climbing up stairs and slamming the door after coming back from school. Throwing your schoolbag on the study table and then switching on the TV set which emitted noises that would frazzle your nerves. Then the complacent sigh the moment food was served. The bathroom dense with talcum smog. The dancing in front of the mirror where every limb was tested. The strolling in my big veranda and enjoying the bliss of solitude. How a demure little creature would gain all strength in the world to fight with her little sibling . Those long hours where one would chat like a granny with your mom .
Then time plays its game wherein the stubborn child transforms into a thriving teenager and then to an impeccably groomed and dignified young woman (with exaggeration at its best) in a climate of perpetual wonder.
Yes its strange for this very house is now a place to spend my vacations. And look six months down the lane I’ll be through with my engineering degree and god knows how frequent will I visit this little paradise of mine. Its heartening to realize that four to five years more of work experience and higher studies…then the inevitable wedlock and then your inhibitions of a daughter melt you further.
All the pampering, all your pranks and plays vanish like water into the sand. The walls of my bathroom still not deafened by my melodious tunes , the clothes, the books, the paintings, the music playing, the lights on will be cleared away…..
From now on every homecoming will be cherishable experience as life takes on brighter colors.
Bihari or Beharry
NO this isn’t in retaliation to the brewing rivalry of north Indians vs. Marathi’s .Thanks to media enough light has been thrown on it. Its just a medium to voice those pent up feelings which practically every bihari has to go through when out of the boundaries of bihar.
The “Bihari” tag encompasses all crudeness with itself, a cult incapable of showing poise, glamour, having proper diction, devoid of good education. Bihari’s for no reason have been considered the black sheep of the nation .whenever you step out of bihar, the waves of this expanding paradox take real time to die down.
I and many of my friends have had this experience that the moment you reveal that you are a bihari there this complete aura of awe and amazement and with a little grin you are confronted with statements like
“you don’t look like a bihari”
“you don’t speak like a bihari”
These statements would compel you to believe that you were a hybrid variety of bihari or so to speak a bihari turned mod and your eloquence of speech would never make any Tom ,Dick but Beharry.
When questions like
“how have you managed to grow up in a place like bihar where people move around with guns and rifles?”
These fads practically dumbstruck you . And than you think for how long will have to live up with this mistaken identity.I would not undermine the fact that there have indeed been quite a many problems and issues with bihar but the stereotyped image of a bihari should be shrugged off.
Its not the region but your personal attributes which makes you stand out in the crowd…..
“kyoun bujhaieel ki naa”
The “Bihari” tag encompasses all crudeness with itself, a cult incapable of showing poise, glamour, having proper diction, devoid of good education. Bihari’s for no reason have been considered the black sheep of the nation .whenever you step out of bihar, the waves of this expanding paradox take real time to die down.
I and many of my friends have had this experience that the moment you reveal that you are a bihari there this complete aura of awe and amazement and with a little grin you are confronted with statements like
“you don’t look like a bihari”
“you don’t speak like a bihari”
These statements would compel you to believe that you were a hybrid variety of bihari or so to speak a bihari turned mod and your eloquence of speech would never make any Tom ,Dick but Beharry.
When questions like
“how have you managed to grow up in a place like bihar where people move around with guns and rifles?”
These fads practically dumbstruck you . And than you think for how long will have to live up with this mistaken identity.I would not undermine the fact that there have indeed been quite a many problems and issues with bihar but the stereotyped image of a bihari should be shrugged off.
Its not the region but your personal attributes which makes you stand out in the crowd…..
“kyoun bujhaieel ki naa”
Thank you
“it’s only words and words all I have to take your heart away”…how true ,sometimes little words said with courtesy and politeness could mean greater than the greatest of gifts. Thank you is just another ornament of speech which makes life smoother and soother.
It was just yesterday that I was in a rickshaw and it happened accidentally that while giving the rickshaw puller his fare I said by chance “thank you”. But to my surprise those two magical words transformed his days tiredness into happiness just because he was made to feel special . I still cannot forget his face…his eyes were gleaming with joy.
Its strange that we have so willingly shredded every thread of sensitivity that we barely realize the help offered to us .We take everything for granted and shrug off our responsibility to extend our heartfelt gratitude towards those people who make our life so beautiful…
POINT TO PONDER AND REFLECT.
It was just yesterday that I was in a rickshaw and it happened accidentally that while giving the rickshaw puller his fare I said by chance “thank you”. But to my surprise those two magical words transformed his days tiredness into happiness just because he was made to feel special . I still cannot forget his face…his eyes were gleaming with joy.
Its strange that we have so willingly shredded every thread of sensitivity that we barely realize the help offered to us .We take everything for granted and shrug off our responsibility to extend our heartfelt gratitude towards those people who make our life so beautiful…
POINT TO PONDER AND REFLECT.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Boredom's doldrum
“Nothing’s happening dude, the same routine life”. This is a common sentence oft heard when confronted with the question ”Hey Was sup?”
Boredom’s doldrums are one of lives most unavoidable hurdle. For instance pangs of irritation at the start of a long journey, a heavy traffic jam and you are unnerved by being stuck in the crowd for hours, long vacations and there is practically nothing to entertain your soul, sick and tired of your daily chores and so much occupied with day to day responsibilities that life’s charm seem to escape in to thin air.
“How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished” was the line which struck my attention while I was reading an article which dealt with life is to strive , to seek and find .But Hello! Lets be practical life is not just about hard core ideologies.
Boredom is a very required pause, a lull, a state of slowing down, a speed breaker in our fast paced lives. It is that restlessness which infuses a spirit to rethink , to overhaul your routine life. It gives you the impetus to know yourself further and compels you to something new. It’s surprising that this dullness leads to a life of action. Sometimes even if you’ve done something many time you enjoy it doing again because at the corner of your heart you know, ”this is it, if you are not enjoying all your efforts will be futile”.
Sometimes as an outcome of boredom you unravel your latent passions which were subdued because of your preoccupied life. You create a hobby or develop interests. You might even go for a complete makeover and revamp you dressing and be surprised with the compliments pouring.
Boredom is that state of nothingness or stagnation which has inherent seeds of discovery . A time to ponder “Hey do I need some change in here? ”
Anyone complaining of being bored. :-) :-)
Boredom’s doldrums are one of lives most unavoidable hurdle. For instance pangs of irritation at the start of a long journey, a heavy traffic jam and you are unnerved by being stuck in the crowd for hours, long vacations and there is practically nothing to entertain your soul, sick and tired of your daily chores and so much occupied with day to day responsibilities that life’s charm seem to escape in to thin air.
“How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished” was the line which struck my attention while I was reading an article which dealt with life is to strive , to seek and find .But Hello! Lets be practical life is not just about hard core ideologies.
Boredom is a very required pause, a lull, a state of slowing down, a speed breaker in our fast paced lives. It is that restlessness which infuses a spirit to rethink , to overhaul your routine life. It gives you the impetus to know yourself further and compels you to something new. It’s surprising that this dullness leads to a life of action. Sometimes even if you’ve done something many time you enjoy it doing again because at the corner of your heart you know, ”this is it, if you are not enjoying all your efforts will be futile”.
Sometimes as an outcome of boredom you unravel your latent passions which were subdued because of your preoccupied life. You create a hobby or develop interests. You might even go for a complete makeover and revamp you dressing and be surprised with the compliments pouring.
Boredom is that state of nothingness or stagnation which has inherent seeds of discovery . A time to ponder “Hey do I need some change in here? ”
Anyone complaining of being bored. :-) :-)
Dasvidaniya...the best goodbye ever
Full stop…The End…..these words may sound quite absurd to be the beginning but just exercise your reflexes and think what will happen if your life ends in just a few moments…
SHOCKED, PETRIFIED, DEPRESSED,SATISFIED ?
The last word “satisfied” might bewilder you .How on earth could anyone be satisfied if life would end so suddenly. Well, its not a piece of fiction , none of us are born with the guarantee period or with the confirmation that when our life is going to end. This exposes ourselves to the deeper truth that you never know what may happen next ,so live each moment as if there is no tomorrow.
Today I notice in my surroundings practically everyone is marooned by life.
Someone,
Thirsty of recognition,
Someone,
Hungry for affection,
Someone
Waiting for love to be back in their lives
Someone
Wanting luck to take away their strife
But why should anyone waste one’s effort in lamenting over the dead past or worrying over the brighter future. Just move on with the best of spirits. For in this life everything is temporary, nothing stagnates. So paint the picture of your life with the shades you like because-
The rush of hurrying throng
The hooting of a speeding car horn
The complexity of relationship
The burden of business partnerships
The struggle to be the best
The agony to forget the rest
Amidst all this lurks a soul behind
That the world as an individual could never find
So to put it a in a nutshell ..I wont say to keep fighting rather keep living each moment, enjoying it as (in the words of Keats)-
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring onto us from the heavens brink
Nonetheless you could any point most honestly say-Dasvidaniya the best goodbye ever.
SHOCKED, PETRIFIED, DEPRESSED,SATISFIED ?
The last word “satisfied” might bewilder you .How on earth could anyone be satisfied if life would end so suddenly. Well, its not a piece of fiction , none of us are born with the guarantee period or with the confirmation that when our life is going to end. This exposes ourselves to the deeper truth that you never know what may happen next ,so live each moment as if there is no tomorrow.
Today I notice in my surroundings practically everyone is marooned by life.
Someone,
Thirsty of recognition,
Someone,
Hungry for affection,
Someone
Waiting for love to be back in their lives
Someone
Wanting luck to take away their strife
But why should anyone waste one’s effort in lamenting over the dead past or worrying over the brighter future. Just move on with the best of spirits. For in this life everything is temporary, nothing stagnates. So paint the picture of your life with the shades you like because-
The rush of hurrying throng
The hooting of a speeding car horn
The complexity of relationship
The burden of business partnerships
The struggle to be the best
The agony to forget the rest
Amidst all this lurks a soul behind
That the world as an individual could never find
So to put it a in a nutshell ..I wont say to keep fighting rather keep living each moment, enjoying it as (in the words of Keats)-
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring onto us from the heavens brink
Nonetheless you could any point most honestly say-Dasvidaniya the best goodbye ever.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
