Showing posts with label emotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotion. Show all posts

Friday, May 3, 2013

Be the change... !

"Memoirs of a Geisha" - this is the book that I recently borrowed from my friend. I had earlier read similar books but from different cultures, including Indian, Middle Eastern, European etc. However, I somehow did not expect that in a country like Japan, there would be misogyny. I felt distinctly sad and at the same time angry being shown repeatedly that, throughout the world, women are second class citizens. It is perhaps the greatest irony that on the one hand, women are expected to represent the honor of a family and on the other, are themselves almost never honored. It does not seem to matter how educated or how talented or how hard working a woman is when it comes to being subservient at home. Now, let me make one point clear lest some "cultured" people should argue that being educated does not mean that one should give up seemingly mundane household work (which includes cleaning up after the so-called head of the family). I am not against cooking or cleaning the toilets and the like but I surely do not want to do it only because I am a woman. I do not want to be told that it is my primary duty because men are too elite to be bothered about it. Is this not like slavery, some thankless job?

Anyway, these daily trifles seem nothing compared to what some women, like the one in this book had to endure in life. They are sold like commodities at a tender age or married off to fiends for a price, raped and humiliated, worked like slave animals, betrayed, insulted, crushed beyond repair . I wonder how we are still alive and can wish to bring more life into this world of hate and injustice. But then, I am reminded of people like Dr. Girish Mahadev Kulkarni, who started Snehalaya, an organization that gives a new hope of life to many destitute women and children. It should be because of such selfless men and women that the earth continues to breathe today. I just realized that I have myself not made any substantially good difference to the world other than writing posts like these and fretting. So, Gandhiji really meant it when he said - "Be the change you want to see in the world".

Friday, May 27, 2011

Nidhi

I dont remember when our friendship started. Was it when we participated in the annual office party? Was it in the dressing room when we exchanged and discussed our personal problems? Was it when I barged into her cabin and asked her to sign as one of my marriage witnesses and she readily agreed even though she did not attend the function? Or was it... the list is endless. I only remember always wondering how this chubby lil girl is coping with so many problems and still is managing to live a life. I would expect many including myself to become zombies in no time. In fact, I WOULD become a zombie given how stressed I can get. There were also times when I thought she was being foolish - (with money, with emotions), getting stuck in small things. I realize today that its perfectly ok to overlook even the most obvious of weaknesses in a person if he/she is truly worth it. And Nidhi falls into that category for me. Work and home have kept me busy. I have hardly gone downstairs in months, to her cabin, for a chat. I dont call her during weekends to find out how she is doing. I am not up to date with the latest happenings in her life. But what I do incessantly do is pray that she finds happiness and peace in life. I mean, its just impossible to not wish good for her. And today, when she is finally leaving the company, I somehow , try as much as I may, dont feel sad. Probably its because I have always wanted her to go to a better place in future, personally and professionally. Or, Probably its also because they say - "When you love someone truly, you LET GO - for their happiness". :)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The silent companion...

Hidden deep in my heart
like a rock on an ocean bed
is my silent companion
in day, and in night

It remains unseen
And it remains unfelt
in the crests and troughs
of my everyday chores

But in the stillness of my heart
and in the darkness of my nights
It surfaces to feeling
It floats to the shore

It envelopes me as mist
and condenses in my tears
It questions my self-worth
and identifies itself, as pain !