Yet another International Women’s Day.. Why do we really need it!

On the account of much promoted International Women’s Day, here is a quick reminder of what exactly #Feminism is and how it is significant. After reading quite a lot of intolerant messages from men and even few women on Feminism and how unjustified it is, I thought we should all really understand what that much hyped, overused and highly misunderstood concept really is!
 
1. It isn’t about “My Choice” (I’ll do whatever). It is about “My opportunities”. So many arguments, social media feuds over this one! The basic essence of Feminism is helping all sections of people (both men and women) understand how righteous and fair it is to let the oceans of opportunities be open for all. It isn’t about “I can do everything”. It is about “I want to do it so please let me!” It is a sincere attempt to convince people around to let a woman take up education or a career choice or a sport based on her interest. To eliminate backward thoughts like – “You are a female and you cannot/shouldn’t pursue that”.
It is purely about the opportunities around us being open to everyone who is interested in – independent of one’s gender.
 
2. It isn’t about women demanding for extra rights or extra attention. It is about imploring to be acknowledged! So much talk on gender equality. But is it really “Equality” if a section of women demands for better privileges just for owning the tag of a “woman”? Absolutely NOT! It is and should be an attempt to be heard and succeed when worked hard. It is a request to everyone around to shower the same results of hard work on a woman as they do for a man. To eliminate excuses like – “You are a female so this is how much (lesser) you’ll be paid”/”You are a female so we cannot promote you to that cadre”.
It is a genuine outcry to help everyone realize that we deserve our fruits of hard work. If one is committed, works hard and delivers great results, encourage that someone’s progression – irrespective of that one’s gender.
 
3. It isn’t about what women should wear or shouldn’t. It is about requesting you all not to “want to own what you see”. Just because you like what you see on a woman, doesn’t give you a right to grab it and have it. Even women admire men who carry themselves well or are handsome or are smart – every woman has her own definition to like something. But that doesn’t and shouldn’t mean that she can just grope him and do whatever. Same must apply for a man.
It is an honest attempt to educate morons not to feel the sense of ownership should they like something that they see. This applies to both the genders, but predominantly to alert/train women since they have been on the receiving end rather higher than men. But not to start a twitter war or how many women raped men. With every other traumatizing restriction in place in the society, this ordeal becomes much more unbearable which is where the efforts should lie to ease it. Yet, many review a rape with discussion points like, “What was she doing so late at night?” “Who asked her to dress like that?” “Who asked her to fight back?” If YOU can have such strong opinions on a victim despite being an opposite gender, please understand where all the strong “defenses” come from – especially from the ones who suffer molestations day in and day out. We aren’t against your opinion. We just want you to hear us out too.
 
4. It isn’t about demanding not to be judged for the number of boyfriends a woman has over time or the drinks she has. It is a humble request not to pressurize any family where a woman’s engagement has been broken or a husband passes away. It will be a difficult time to begin with. But statements like, “Oh lord, who will marry her now?” “Oh no, how will she live her life now? Who will provide her safety?” change the tangent of grief totally. Feminism is a request to every man and woman to encourage anyone to move on with their life after dealing with their grief – in whichever way they want to, not owing to the social obligations.
It is a sincere request to provide privacy and not brand the lady’s life or her family’s life forever. Only then will all those lives that are cheated on or blackmailed on be saved from the countless suicides and mental depressions.
 
5. It isn’t about rubbing all those biological differences on a man’s face! It is a feeble attempt to educate everyone and remove myths and taboos around menstrual cycles or pregnancies or menopauses. It is an attempt to help men understand women better, and help them be more empathetic. Not sympathetic. It isn’t about being arrogant and stating “I can do that, despite my biological changes”. It is about showing the stronger side and inspiring greater goodness and changes even at the most challenging times.
It is not about raising the bar higher for every other woman by performing stunts in those “biological days”. It is about helping a brother, father, husband or a son understand why his sister, daughter, wife or a mother isn’t as charmingly active as she usually is and support her by creating a more positive atmosphere than disowning/disrespecting her for that period of time. Because we all know – life needs to be given birth and not without a price. While a woman partakes in it directly, if the rest positively contribute, the world gets only a better place.
 
6. Lastly, feminism is certainly not about “I can say anything and everything”. Nope. But a progressive request to be taken seriously and be to be heard. It is a plea to let women have a say in major decisions – especially the ones concerning their own. Like their marriage, kids, career, education, lifestyle etc. The next time you hear a female member talk politics, news or any worldly matter, instead of “What would you know? You sit at home”, listen. If they are opinionated be considerate enough to hear out their opinions rather than brushing them off just because of their gender.
 
It is to allow anyone to walkout or take charge of their own life being considerate to everyone around at the same time – irrespective of gender. And engage in healthy discussion points. Basically to eliminate statements like, “How dare you raise your voice, you woman” or “How dare you talk back to a man!”
 
Overall – feminism is an attempt to lead the society towards a much more progressive and healthy direction eradicating negative inhibitions and welcoming positive changes. It isn’t about which gender is the greater one. It is about understanding that both the genders are different in their own beautiful ways and embracing those differences. It is about living together in harmony with this beautiful understanding and mutual respect for another. Respect – being the focus.
 
I want to live those years where there is no need for an International Women’s Day or an International Men’s Day to educate everyone or urge the importance of harmony. Hope – is all that I carry.

Intolerance is good. But demeaning our own Nation to sensationalize?

flags-of-countries-animated-three-colors-as-flags-of-india-symbol-in-handYou and I are able to debate on “Intolerance” only because there is someone out there who is tolerant enough to take bullets for us. And a complete family out there that is tolerant enough to willingly hug “goodbye” to a very dear, loved family member with a heart filled of hope to see him/her again

You and I are able to travel across the globe with a confidence of being rescued by the Indian Government and the Indian Armed Forces in case of a calamity solely because there is someone out there who never gets to travel back home for even the biggest of his/her family needs

You and I are able to forget the great heritage of India, its thousands of years of culture and nickname cities like “Rape City” contributing much of its eminence to barbaric morons while the same city houses every single reason for the existence “India” and not 29 + 7 different countries sharing a subcontinent

You and I are able to let the very popular News media (broadcast/print) use the terms “Shame on India”, “Indian Shame” etc., only because there is someone out there who is willing to forego every ounce of their blood to ensure that you and I are not “Shamed” by either being killed or by being raped by the enemy camps

You and I are able to blame the nation on how pathetic the governance is, how “unfair” the law is and how irresponsible the ruling is ONLY because there is someone out there who is drawing their last breath with an image of his/her grown up kids in heart and how would it be to hold them for one last time

Intolerance is good. It has been the root cause for almost all the movements that happened for the humanity’s good. But, demeaning our own nation to sensationalize it?

Today we celebrate the 67th year of the fruits of our nation’s biggest movement. But India is much more than just these 67 years. Indian food, Indian culture, Indian Heritage, Indian Diversity and Indian Advanced Technology aging thousands of years is much more than you and I settling in some other country and later stating, “I couldn’t ever come back. It’s just not safe or organized”

If in a class of 1000 students, 999 pass with a 90% annual score but 1 kid fails due to some reasons, it is natural for the parents to discipline that kid. While the national media is busy telecasting the headline, “Shame in India. School kid slips into depression because he was judged by parents for failing an exam”, forgetting the tremendous success of the other 999 kids and their hard work and the progress that they (read country) made, the same news triggers in innumerable tweets/posts/debates on how bad and pathetic the situation is and how better the other nations are doing. See my point?

India is much more than what is being broadcast irresponsibly. This Republic Day, I call on you all to remember it, cherish it and fill that positive energy within. Let us be intolerant. There’s no harm. But let us be responsible about it. If we can’t contribute to this great nation’s success, let us at least not pull it back by our disrespectful views which quite often change frequently.

And media – if you are listening.. You are a part of this diverse, tolerant nation and not of its enemy. Stop raising its prominence to the ground. Because believe me – India is a tolerant nation. But every tolerance will have its boundary. Want the proof? Search for other countries’ media reporting “Shame on my country” and if that ever happened, the result of its occurrence. We all can make or break. We, as Indians dare to choose to “make”. Do you dare to stand with us or the sensational hoop? Will you dare to brighten my country’s future or stick to only broadcasting the darkness inside? Can you make a difference along with us or should we do that alone? Do you even care or is it just us? Lastly, do you still remember what led to the birth of “media” and the miracles it brought in to our world?

‪#‎RepublicDay‬ ‪#‎ForgottenHeritage‬ ‪#‎TheGreatIndianDiversity‬‪#‎IndianArmedForces‬

On one of those routine days in the life of…

It was too high. I stretched myself to reach but couldn’t. I tried harder. And harder. I couldn’t. Why should I cry every single time? Why can’t I get what I want whenever I want it? Why is it so hard for people around to understand it? Not bothering about any of these questions that kept troubling me, I tried a little more.

Just then, somebody gave a little nudge and it moved! Oh my God it moved! And that sound… hahaha… that sound is so funny! Oops i guess I’m laughing loud not bothering about all the people around looking at me with those adoring eyes..

Uh oh.. I did it again and I’m wet once more. Grrr I hate this. I’ve got to cry now! The cradle I’m in is so wet! My toy! Do something! Oh mom… You’re my superwoman. Get me out of here. Oh look at that! I’m being lifted and I crossed her elbow. I’m taller! Yeeeyyyy! Laughing time smile emoticon

*If only they could speak*

#India’sDaughter – I don’t wanna take a risk of polluting even one WRONG mind, though this video can inspire a billlion. Period.

Watched India’s Daughter. And I am stuck between the practicality and emotions about this sensitive issue now.

This video has an amazing potential to inspire and motivate a billion people towards change. BUT.. Equally, this video also has the potential to inspire the WRONG mind(s) – however sleek and slim the percentage of that is.. and that is something we cannot afford anymore. ANYMORE.

As I speak, as a woman of India, I don’t care about how many people share the video or cry or discuss (None of these serve the purpose – thanks to the video!). At this point, I just don’t want an as***** to watch this video and get inspired by how cool Mukesh (Mucus of our society) was while answering the questions..

If we understand the video right, it’s there in the lifestyle of few sections of people and some of those few sections of people have such brilliant minds that they can stoop to any level, just to look cool – like Mukesh on television. THAT’S THE BITTER FACT! Most of them, don’t even care about the result when the fateful moment arrives. Just like they imitate their favorite heroes in movies, they would imitate these monsters. Basic Psychology!

I am not sure how many of you understand what I am trying to say, but yes, I don’t want many more Mucuses crawling on the roads out of lust and senselessness. Period.

I thought I would post that Government’s decision was extremely wrong when I started watching it. But, I change my mind after finishing it.

I cannot risk any such factor that makes me even more tensed anymore. Because let’s face it, practically. This is one such problem whose solution is not as simple as we think. Who is willing to go to places like RK Puram to stop the assaults and rapes in every single family on a daily basis? And who is willing to invent a chemical solution, that when sprayed changes the mindsets of all those morons who think Men are the humans. Women are The Human’s servants? WHO? YOU?

Could have been better. I still tell you, minds like me would like the video, I am not denying that. But there are completely different thinking minds out there, who will like this video too. And worse, they will look up to some.

Fast track is still not executed, a million more similar cases. So why should I dream of the hope of impractical and magical solution, again?

‪#‎IndiasDaughter‬ ‪#‎CantAfford‬

It is not a Batman or a Superman.. For men, it’s a woman who is a superhero

They expect the woman alone to handle household stuff.. Cooking, laundry, tidying the house, looking after the garden, pets, buying groceries, vegetables, cleaning up the appliances and what not!

And modern men, love being married to working women. With absolutely no change in the above duties. Not even bothering to help. Not that they cannot perform any of the above tasks! Just that, meh, they don’t want to.

Now, if they don’t believe in superhero powers of a woman, why else would they? They themselves might not be aware that they feel so about women. If they even get the slightest hint of this, BAM! The Rise of Male Ego – Episode X!

I celebrated Ind Vs Pak because India won. Not because Pak lost.

I couldn’t get an opportunity to watch the match settling in front of my TV screen this time. I was running around with some chores at home but made sure to have a quick sneak peek onto the screen every few minutes. When Indian bowlers took the ninth wicket, I left everything and settled down just to enjoy our victory. Yes, to enjoy our victory! And oh boy, was that last catch a memorable one! Like many others, I jumped too! Out of joy, sheer happiness that we did good and we won. But that lasted only until I opened my Facebook account and checked WatsApp messages…

More than 95% of them celebrated Pakistan’s loss. They were all happy that India defeated Pak and not because India WON! There is a sleek difference between these two. When you jump out of joy for someone else’s loss, what does that make you? I am no lesser an Indian. I am an extremely proud Indian. And I celebrate my country’s victory. Not some other country’s loss. And then came all those image messages with the “fireworks” jokes. Unaware of what it is exactly, I googled and checked out the advertisement. Really? I mean, really? What are we advocating? What are we really stressing on? A guy who obviously is from the rival country misses the chance to burst fireworks. Why should it be the other way round? Why can’t it be an Indian bursting crackers every single time? Why is the negative publicity or negative marketing being encouraged so much that it has now become a way of life?

I had to take a gap of 4 days to write this down so that the one who reads this article, reads with a settled emotional mindset and a composed thought process. Because after all, Indiaaaaa Indiaaaaaa is probably the only time where millions of emotions run extremely high. And that victory, sounds sweet always.. J

P.S : I am not commenting anything on both the countrys’ history. My only intention here was to remind everyone that cricket is a SPORT. And a sport spreads positive energy and positive energy alone. A zeal to win is a lot different from the zeal to defeat. And the latter is definitely not SPORTive. For me, Ind Vs Pak was a very prestigious match just like for everyone else. But I care less for what the other team’s result is. All I care and celebrate is for my own team’s success, my own team’s hardwork and my own team’s fantastic performance.

Journey to “feel” Frozen Summer

My most recent novella – Frozen Summer has the core part of it’s story happening in an MMTS (Local train system of Hyderabad city) train. She gets seated on an aisle seat but then is forced to move to the window seat at one particular point in the story. As she gets off the train and walks to her destination, she sees a police car parked outside the station..

So why am I blabbering about all this? Interestingly, I had similar experiences on my way to Bangalore..! And that freaked me out (not to mention) 😛

I started off my journey to the book launch in an MMTS, I took aisle seat, then moved to the window seat. As the train approached the station, I saw few police cars parked outside the station. There were a lot more minute details that I mentioned in the book which happened in reality during my stay in Bangalore. Oh boy, did that scare me out!

The train journey to Bangalore City was smooth. Why wouldn’t it be? I was travelling in my favorite mode of commute after 3 long years! To top that, I was with my family… We got down, reached the hotel and left to go see the book store – Atta Galatta few hours before the launch (You know, just to make it a little familiar). But we walked walked walked – Thanks to the brilliant signal coverage of Airtel in Bangalore (The Google Maps did not work as the GPS couldn’t pick any location). Nope – We were not in the outskirts! We WERE in the heart of the “Electronic City”.. To be precise, right next to one of the top IT giants (Nah! I know that this has got nothing to do with telecom – Just trying to be that ridiculous layman)

Finally, sweating and panting, we reached the book store. There were 5 posters that I designed pasted outside the store.. I blushed, got inside, approached the librarian and asked, “Can I please take a look at Frozen Summer?” She looked at me puzzled! Oops, the excited me just forgot the routine of socializing..! I laughed it out, introduced myself and then, asked for the book. I have seen the pictures a million times.. And I was the last person in the team to take a look at the book..

Aah! There it was! Frozen Summer! I froze for a moment just like my protagonist, smiled, laughed, blushed, then cleared the tears that were swelling out of my eyes.. 

I was holding my first ever book!!!! The moment – never to return! Did I tell you that I wanted to give up writing during my journey because it was too difficult to handle? The promotions, the industry, my availability, my other portion of life.. Well, needless to say, I changed my mind and patted on my head for that thought alone a couple of times (Oh no, I am not injured! I did that smoothly.. 😉 )

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Born in 80’s? Lucky you! :)

The ones born in 80’s are surely the most blessed generation.

Not because I belong to this group, or because I wanna start a motto like every teenager announcing their era, the best one. There are more reasons to it.

When we were born, the news spread through Postal services. Our families spent most of their free time socializing (Real time and definitely not virtually), making strong connections, creating hobbies – be it the tremendous patience and time involved special foods like pickles, fryums, sweets etc., or colorful rangolis or collection of beautiful articles/things. Boredom was never heard then or experienced. Neighbors looked after each other and shared amazing quality time and even food!

When we grew up, we started hearing of an amazing box which showed us people and things we never witnessed in person – the TV. Only few extremely rich families had this wonder machine in a closet closed by dragging small doors over it. We started hearing of another communication wonder called the Telephone which passed our information to far far away within few minutes or sometimes an hour via a trunk call during emergencies.

When we attained teenage, most of us had our own black and white TV at home. Chitralahari, Surabhi, DDNews were the most awaited programs then where the entire family watches together spending quality family time. As days passed, Shaktimaan was our new (in fact only) Hero and Aap Bheeti scared the hell out of us resulting in many sleepless nights and we waking up our parents 😉 As months passed, Pop music hit the notch and Kaanta Lagaa was a revolution! Though we were embarrassed watching the lead lady in the song behave and dress different, we rushed to the TV sets when we heard the song playing in local music channels.

Our favorite past time was to play on roads and grounds near our home (not virtual again – the real games which involved sweating, brain and REAL fun!). Every hour, we used to run across the street to home just to have a look at our mother and siblings and run back to join friends (in fact gang) to continue the fun. Our favorite snacks were served at 4 in the evening and the Ice cream wala in summers was our best friend for whom we eagerly waited opening all the windows and doors not willing to miss hearing his call or bell. Our most lazy moments were when mom asked us to get some groceries from a general store which though was quiet nearer, seemed far far away!

During special occasions and functions, our parents walked a while to the STD booth to make calls to our relatives, friends and also dropped post cards inviting them over for an event. The well recognizable auto walas or the bus drivers wished our father and got up to speed on important updates of our lives. Our parents helped the kids who fell down the road and the old needy ones to cross a road though they knew that it would mean they’ll have to miss their bus to the work. “We all have to look out for each other. When in crisis, only then every family will be saved.” was very often heard by us. Being friends with an opposite gender was almost a No-No then.

We went to the schools in cycles and college in packed city buses. By graduation time, we had a personalized telephone all for ourselves, which by then evolved to a Mobile phone. We spent sleepless nights watching movies, messaging our friends and also convincing parents that we would sleep right when the next advertisements in the movie would start, which of course never happened.

But, by the time we grew up things changed once more. We don’t even bother to know who lives right in front of our apartment, let alone our neighbors. Shopping malls, movies, TV, Internet is our only mode of passing time and once either of them is unavailable, we complain of boredom. Family time watching something together is long gone as we have a lot of shows which might not interest everyone in the family. While one watches something on TV, the other sticks to the desktop, other to a mobile
and the last one to a laptop. We sure live in the same house. But, we hardly know each other well.

Even after returning home after almost 2, 3 years, our mom still knows what we need at which fine moment and we still do not understand what our siblings or other family members need and when. We do have a lot of opposite gender friends to talk to, a lot of technological gadgets to address every problem of ours, a lot of ex-lovers leaving memories to recollect and a phone which stores the contact of every tom dick and harry including our best childhood friends, parents and siblings. But, we hardly find few minutes time to grab the phone, call them and express our love or show that we even care. We no longer run to a grocery store and talk random stuff to the shopkeeper wishing and greeting him. We no longer help an old man who shivers while crossing a road in this technology ruling world.

May be an app needs to be written, which would vibrate upon witnessing an old person struggling to cross a road or when our mom recollects us and calls us with love and we disconnect since we are busy or when our father wants to go for a walk on a pleasant evening with us sharing his learnings from his experience or when our neighbor collapses on floor after a heart attack calling out for help while we are busy plugging ear phones or when we feel that this is not how anyone is supposed to live! – Then we would respond, Of course!

We are the ones who witnessed world revolutionizing. We are the ones who felt Kajol wore an extremely short dress in Chanda Re song starring opposite Prabhu Deva and our jaws dropped in awe. We are the ones who loved when our neighbors shared their things with us and also shared our problems. We are the ones who blabbered how our day went at school to our mothers after being back from school. We are the ones who had at least one injury on our body, visible till date after playing physical games (lots of them!). We are the ones who believed in Shaktimaan, Jai Hanuman, Ramayan and watched Aap Bheeti every Friday night and tried to sleep only because of a reassurance that our parents would fight the devil, even in our dreams. We are the only ones, who witnessed the change, accepted it and in turn, changed!

The ones who landed on this planet recently know neither of this. They watched TV as a kid and only saw a lot violence, sex which is termed as romance and high definition exposing. They grew up socializing in internet – with a misconception that that’s what socializing means. They drive to school in bikes. They, like we are now, do not know how being friends with a 20, 30 year older person feels like or the value of the quote, “”We all have to look out for each other. When in crisis, only then every family will be saved.”

May be it’s time to spread some love – Real love!
May be it’s time to recollect how beautiful those days were in our childhood and pass on the stories to the next generations, as the stories are the only memories that would remain with them.. Forever!