Well, this will be a small post. In the last post I spoke about the attitude of men towards women and since then, I felt like showing that post to my boss. Showing him the post came into my mind because I thought that it is high time that someone should actually start making a difference. Well, I don't know how successful it would be but at least I know that I have been vocal about my thoughts and that some men just cannot stop me from being the way I am. I did show him the post and even asked him to put up the print out on the soft board, so that everyone can read it. His first reaction to this was whether everyone will be able to comprehend it or not. I simply highlighted the portion where I had mentioned about the office nuisance. He agreed to me, however, also mentioned that people should not know that I have written it. My reaction to it was that I actually do not mind writing my name on that paper because people should know what I feel and what I think about them. Moreover, he also promised that he would send a mail to each one saying that complaints against male employees of the firm have come up regarding their behavior and therefore, if they are not careful in the future, severe actions would be taken. I am definitely feeling happy about the whole thing and the best part was when I sited an example of slapping a bus conductor in Delhi because he was drunk and was misbehaving. The only reaction he gave was do not do this, to which I said that now since I have actually told him about my initial indirect reaction to that jerk in the office, now I would actually not mind letting him directly know my thoughts and letting him know that he is jerk and the only things that makes him a man are his balls.
This was not a big thing that I did but yes small things can give us the courage and these small reactions can actually let these men know that it is high time and we are here to make the difference in our lives and for this we do not need to take the help of any man. We, only we can make the difference.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
"woh tan se takatwaar hai, aur hum man se"
For quite sometime my friend and me have been discussing about these issues that are constantly haunting a woman. The bad looks on a man's eyes, the way they react when they see the species from Venus and definitely, the increasing number of molestations and rape cases and not to forget, the eve teasing cases. In one of the blogging sites, we across these topics and I felt quite amused to read some of the posts where it was clearly stated that we women ask for it and therefore, get it back. Now my title for this post is taken from a serial that comes on NDTV Imagine. I watched the serial yesterday and one of the female characters in the serial was molested by some galli ka chokras because she did not want them to put colors on her on the occasion of holi. After the incident, one of the elderly ladies of her family said the line. Though the statement is a common one, but still it actually left a lot of impact on me, probably because I have been thinking about these things for quite sometime now. Now let me translate the statement, it means that physically men are no doubt stronger but from the mind it is the female gender that takes the award or the winning prize.
Well, definitely we all know that women have always been subjected to n number of things, be it letching by men, eve teasing or anything. It is not only on the streets that we women actually feel as if we are being stripped naked by some odd men. Even the corporate world also does not seem to be untouched by these highly shameless activities. My work place too has people, more precisely, men, who would not even think twice before passing that dirty look. Well, it is not that I wear revealing clothes, I do know about workplace decorum and therefore, know how to follow it also. And it is not only with me but my entire team that comprises only of female employees. For quite sometime, I managed to be a mute spectator but then my conscious always cursed me for being that. Finally one day I decided to quit my mute attitude and get back to life. I decided not to directly tell the person what he is doing, instead by being quite loud, I indirectly told him that his weird way of looking at us is not accepted by us. This did have an impact, now the jerk does think twice because he knows that here is one woman who knows how to distinguish between whats wrong and whats right. However, this is again circumstantial because most of the times, we ignore such ridiculous behavior due to some or the other fear. Fear is definitely an important factor, in fact, we are scared of most of the things in our lives.
However, why is it that most of the times it is we women, who prefer not seeing the truth, prefer being silent? We are at no means lower than men, then why we and why not them. B e it your boss, your boyfriend, your husband or even your father, why not just put across your point of view to them. No body has given them the right to crash our hopes, cut down our wings, no they do not have the right. Sad enough but the truth is that we have given them the right. Now it is high time that we take back what we have given them and show them that yes we are here to live our lives on our own terms and anyone, who tries to invade the space would get it back, be it in a subtle or a harsh manner, they will get it back and that also from us, the descendants from Venus. Its pay back time.
Well, definitely we all know that women have always been subjected to n number of things, be it letching by men, eve teasing or anything. It is not only on the streets that we women actually feel as if we are being stripped naked by some odd men. Even the corporate world also does not seem to be untouched by these highly shameless activities. My work place too has people, more precisely, men, who would not even think twice before passing that dirty look. Well, it is not that I wear revealing clothes, I do know about workplace decorum and therefore, know how to follow it also. And it is not only with me but my entire team that comprises only of female employees. For quite sometime, I managed to be a mute spectator but then my conscious always cursed me for being that. Finally one day I decided to quit my mute attitude and get back to life. I decided not to directly tell the person what he is doing, instead by being quite loud, I indirectly told him that his weird way of looking at us is not accepted by us. This did have an impact, now the jerk does think twice because he knows that here is one woman who knows how to distinguish between whats wrong and whats right. However, this is again circumstantial because most of the times, we ignore such ridiculous behavior due to some or the other fear. Fear is definitely an important factor, in fact, we are scared of most of the things in our lives.
However, why is it that most of the times it is we women, who prefer not seeing the truth, prefer being silent? We are at no means lower than men, then why we and why not them. B e it your boss, your boyfriend, your husband or even your father, why not just put across your point of view to them. No body has given them the right to crash our hopes, cut down our wings, no they do not have the right. Sad enough but the truth is that we have given them the right. Now it is high time that we take back what we have given them and show them that yes we are here to live our lives on our own terms and anyone, who tries to invade the space would get it back, be it in a subtle or a harsh manner, they will get it back and that also from us, the descendants from Venus. Its pay back time.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Trying to compensate the clumsy saturday
I just thought of letting everyone know that even though I was half dead working on Saturday (remember my blog "Clumsy Saturday"), I didn't know that my Sunday and Monday would do wonders to my life. Well, Sunday was the usual meeting friends and going for outings to the same old malls in Noida, trying to do something adventurous, Monday was amazing fun man.
Monday morning I manage to get up at 8 a.m. to open the doors to let my maid in. She works and goes away and then begins my day. With the cosy quilts to make me feel warm, I was rolling on my bed in a deep sleep and yes, I do drool when I sleep. Sandeep says that I drool because I talk in my sleep too, I have no doubts on that, I am quite capable of doing that too. I love this modesty in me. Somewhere at 10 I felt like getting up and taking a shower but then the one thought that came to mind was who gets to know whether I have taken a shower or not(dirty I am I know ). Given to my laziness, I thought of lying back, not having lunch and not talking to anyone over the phone. This is one day that I always wanted to live, even if for a day and I am sure God listened to me. Finally I managed to pull myself out of that bed to have a cup of coffee at 6 p.m. That's evening. I had the coffee without brushing my teeth. Well, managed to take a shower too and indulge in tarot reading. Well, at 9 p.m. I again found myself on my bed to fall asleep, well, only after talking to Sandeep. Did that too and had a sleep once again.
Today, that is the 15 th of January, Tuesday, I got out of bed to realize that I need to go to office. Well, I wont crib because I got the day of my life, a day that everyone wishes to get, even if for once. A day that makes us feel lazy even to brush our teeth. However, how do these matter when you simply want to indulge yourself in a nice sleep, remember "Lyadh Khawa". I wish this day again comes in my life soon :-)
Monday morning I manage to get up at 8 a.m. to open the doors to let my maid in. She works and goes away and then begins my day. With the cosy quilts to make me feel warm, I was rolling on my bed in a deep sleep and yes, I do drool when I sleep. Sandeep says that I drool because I talk in my sleep too, I have no doubts on that, I am quite capable of doing that too. I love this modesty in me. Somewhere at 10 I felt like getting up and taking a shower but then the one thought that came to mind was who gets to know whether I have taken a shower or not(dirty I am I know ). Given to my laziness, I thought of lying back, not having lunch and not talking to anyone over the phone. This is one day that I always wanted to live, even if for a day and I am sure God listened to me. Finally I managed to pull myself out of that bed to have a cup of coffee at 6 p.m. That's evening. I had the coffee without brushing my teeth. Well, managed to take a shower too and indulge in tarot reading. Well, at 9 p.m. I again found myself on my bed to fall asleep, well, only after talking to Sandeep. Did that too and had a sleep once again.
Today, that is the 15 th of January, Tuesday, I got out of bed to realize that I need to go to office. Well, I wont crib because I got the day of my life, a day that everyone wishes to get, even if for once. A day that makes us feel lazy even to brush our teeth. However, how do these matter when you simply want to indulge yourself in a nice sleep, remember "Lyadh Khawa". I wish this day again comes in my life soon :-)
Friday, January 11, 2008
A CLUMSY SATURDAY
Its a Saturday and I sill can't believe that I am sitting in my office. Saturdays were never working for us but good things only stay for few moments. Alternate Saturdays have become working now and I am still in a dilemma that why do we work on Saturdays. My super boss thought of calling off his decision of keeping Saturdays working and sad enough...I have not yet come across his decision. The force of my office seems to be just 30% and greatly, my entire team is sincere enough to be in office today. Gone are those Saturdays when I managed to open my eyes at somewhere around 11 in the morning, just to have a cup of tea or coffee and again go to sleep. I call this "lyadh khawa" in bengali and I simply loved it.
Sitting at my desk, trying to work on my laptop today simply makes me feel like a bog of nonsense who has nothing to do in life but to work, work and work. Well, I can bet on the fact that this is something that each people in my office today is feeling. Ranjini, my best buddy in office has not yet started her work. She works and I get the impetus to work.Therefore, it is understandable that both of us would do nothing today. I am simply feeling like calling my super boss and telling him that we don't want to waste your resources....let us go back home and sleep. Man I am hungry for a nice sleep. Probably a movie in the afternoon with Sandeep could have been really good. But man proposes, God disposes. I had really prayed that Saturdays do not remain working. GOD ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME????
P.S: I wrote the post today on 12 th January, which is a Saturday. I don't know why its showing it Friday 11 th January
Sitting at my desk, trying to work on my laptop today simply makes me feel like a bog of nonsense who has nothing to do in life but to work, work and work. Well, I can bet on the fact that this is something that each people in my office today is feeling. Ranjini, my best buddy in office has not yet started her work. She works and I get the impetus to work.Therefore, it is understandable that both of us would do nothing today. I am simply feeling like calling my super boss and telling him that we don't want to waste your resources....let us go back home and sleep. Man I am hungry for a nice sleep. Probably a movie in the afternoon with Sandeep could have been really good. But man proposes, God disposes. I had really prayed that Saturdays do not remain working. GOD ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME????
P.S: I wrote the post today on 12 th January, which is a Saturday. I don't know why its showing it Friday 11 th January
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
The Saga of In the Name of Honor and Chowringhee
Life, as we all know, is full of ups, downs, success and failures and we humans make sure that we lament over our periodical failures over certain things and curse the creator for having created such horrendous miseries for us. I too, until some time ago, was no exception. With a recurring reminder of my true survival in this world, life has made me traverse through different spheres. Mostly it had been kind enough to shower its blessings over me, but at the same time, like the very strict schoolteacher punished me to realize my mistakes, and made me look like a failure in front of the world. Nagging over petty miseries, today I manage to earn a fairly handsome salary, indulge in luxuries by my own but I still find reasons to say that life has not been kind to me.
During my everyday lamenting session about something or the other, I came across two powerful novels. These novels, I had heard about but it was the last Saturday when I bought them not knowing that they have the power to influence me and to make me realize that life is about surviving and resisting the desolation and about learning to be happy at our own conditions. “In the Name of Honor” by Mukhtaran Mai and “Chowringhee” by Sankar. Both these novels have something in common. They unanimously speak out the stories of real life characters, who at one point of their lives were just like us but it was their power to fight over their miseries, their decision to not to make a farce of the miseries, is what made them heroes to many and inspirations to people like me. Both these novels are tremendously powerful, mark my words “powerful”. They have an appeal of their own when they describe the torment that human lives, in some corner of this fertile earth, had gone through. While reading “Chowringhee”, which is originally a Bengali book and got translated into many languages, the only thing that I promised myself was to learn not to nag, not to grieve over my petty miseries, which now I realize are anything but miseries. Both these masterpieces can only influence people. However, one might say that why should I read about the miseries of others when my life is full of miseries. They will break me. No, my words to all those would be that try to read them once and see the power that these pages have in them. You will lose nothing; you will not break but will learn to live life. Life is undoubtedly, about achieving, it is about achieving to make ourselves smile at our miseries and keep our heads high to tell the world that no one is a born loser and it is in our hands to change our fates and to make the impossible, possible.
All you people reading my blog (I do not really know how many will read), must have had bitter experiences in your lives and some bitter experiences are probably waiting for your intervention. However, trust my words, just hold any of these two books or if you are generous to yourself, both the books that talk about real people, you will be able to feel the strength in you to fight your grievances. You will learn to wash away your grief and your misfortune, with the tears that you will have while reading the books and come out to be a stronger person. Today when I am penning this blog, I never knew that I could speak of strength. Well people who know me well, know that I am aggressive, however, these two books taught me that along with aggression I do need to face the miseries with a smile on my face and learn to realize that the grass is not always greener on the other side.
During my everyday lamenting session about something or the other, I came across two powerful novels. These novels, I had heard about but it was the last Saturday when I bought them not knowing that they have the power to influence me and to make me realize that life is about surviving and resisting the desolation and about learning to be happy at our own conditions. “In the Name of Honor” by Mukhtaran Mai and “Chowringhee” by Sankar. Both these novels have something in common. They unanimously speak out the stories of real life characters, who at one point of their lives were just like us but it was their power to fight over their miseries, their decision to not to make a farce of the miseries, is what made them heroes to many and inspirations to people like me. Both these novels are tremendously powerful, mark my words “powerful”. They have an appeal of their own when they describe the torment that human lives, in some corner of this fertile earth, had gone through. While reading “Chowringhee”, which is originally a Bengali book and got translated into many languages, the only thing that I promised myself was to learn not to nag, not to grieve over my petty miseries, which now I realize are anything but miseries. Both these masterpieces can only influence people. However, one might say that why should I read about the miseries of others when my life is full of miseries. They will break me. No, my words to all those would be that try to read them once and see the power that these pages have in them. You will lose nothing; you will not break but will learn to live life. Life is undoubtedly, about achieving, it is about achieving to make ourselves smile at our miseries and keep our heads high to tell the world that no one is a born loser and it is in our hands to change our fates and to make the impossible, possible.
All you people reading my blog (I do not really know how many will read), must have had bitter experiences in your lives and some bitter experiences are probably waiting for your intervention. However, trust my words, just hold any of these two books or if you are generous to yourself, both the books that talk about real people, you will be able to feel the strength in you to fight your grievances. You will learn to wash away your grief and your misfortune, with the tears that you will have while reading the books and come out to be a stronger person. Today when I am penning this blog, I never knew that I could speak of strength. Well people who know me well, know that I am aggressive, however, these two books taught me that along with aggression I do need to face the miseries with a smile on my face and learn to realize that the grass is not always greener on the other side.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Standing a year short of almost spending two and a half decades on this ever-changing earth, I realized where I stand today. Two days back when I was celebrating, apparently with just one friend, birthday just did not seem to be the same. Apparently this time I was somewhat not really too eager about my birthday. Well I still do not know why I was’nt but somehow it seemed that another birthday adds on responsibilities, more composedness and what not.
Ironically enough, the same day, that is my birthday, I landed up at Dilli Haat, where this thing for the new leader for India was going on. Trust me this added on to my quest of finding the real reason of my survival. This entire thing seemed to be so fake. When inside the place people where trying promote about this entire leadership thing and trying to evoke patriotism among people, a poor, street side kid was being badly behaved with by the guard because he had managed to close the entrance gate while playing. The kid tried hard to run away and while doing that he fell and hurt himself, but did not complain. I too witnessed that and walked away. It did leave an imprint on my mind, the imprint says that today also, we need to evoke patriotism; we need to make people realize that we are lagging behind.
I guess a leader is not made to born he just takes his own birth. We all are low profiled human beings, but somewhere or the other we have a leader, a hero hidden in us. At least I realized it, this small but eye-opening incident made me realize that I should also fight for my rights and fight the odd, the wrong. Patriotism is not all about shouting out your country’s name, it is about realizing that you stay in a country that can do a lot, in fact, you can also contribute in her prosperity. Gifts are not just material, they can be anything, only you will have to realize that it is a gift. So, happy birthday to me.
Ironically enough, the same day, that is my birthday, I landed up at Dilli Haat, where this thing for the new leader for India was going on. Trust me this added on to my quest of finding the real reason of my survival. This entire thing seemed to be so fake. When inside the place people where trying promote about this entire leadership thing and trying to evoke patriotism among people, a poor, street side kid was being badly behaved with by the guard because he had managed to close the entrance gate while playing. The kid tried hard to run away and while doing that he fell and hurt himself, but did not complain. I too witnessed that and walked away. It did leave an imprint on my mind, the imprint says that today also, we need to evoke patriotism; we need to make people realize that we are lagging behind.
I guess a leader is not made to born he just takes his own birth. We all are low profiled human beings, but somewhere or the other we have a leader, a hero hidden in us. At least I realized it, this small but eye-opening incident made me realize that I should also fight for my rights and fight the odd, the wrong. Patriotism is not all about shouting out your country’s name, it is about realizing that you stay in a country that can do a lot, in fact, you can also contribute in her prosperity. Gifts are not just material, they can be anything, only you will have to realize that it is a gift. So, happy birthday to me.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY
Happy Independence Day........but paradoxically even on the 60th year of India's Independence barely do we realize the real meaning of independence.....15th August 1947 India acheived her independence...but anyhow today also we are as dependent on small things as we were dependent on an entire nation sixty years ago. Back in my room when I was struggling to find out for a way to pass my time on this independence day, I felt like a prisoner tied up i my room. Thats when I realized how much my life is dependent on my friends, on my offic work and on the trivial things that I do on a regular basis to spend the 24 hours of my each day.
Sad enough, however, this one particular day of this year tuaght me that we are an independent nation and I am an independent individual....and I am the one who has to independently lead and live my life...so why be dependent on my friends, my work and the small, trivial gossips to pass my time....so HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY to ME..............
Sad enough, however, this one particular day of this year tuaght me that we are an independent nation and I am an independent individual....and I am the one who has to independently lead and live my life...so why be dependent on my friends, my work and the small, trivial gossips to pass my time....so HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY to ME..............
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