Category: women’s day

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#Make it happen

After a gruelling 16 hour work day she’s packing up. She’s thinking…. cab, home, food, TV, sleep.

She glances at the time – an hour to go for midnight. Nope, no
cab, not safe. The local, it has to be.
She asks for a ride to the station. The ladies’ compartment
looks invitingly empty. Too empty, she thinks.
She heads to the general compartment. She walks in braving
the ‘looks’, ignoring the deliberate brush of bodies against her tired back.
She’s exhausted but she doesn’t forget to keep a hand out near her chest, ready
to ward of groping hands.
She finds a window seat, sinks down, puts her laptop bag on
the other side then shuts her eyes and tries to relax, her senses on a semi
alert. She feels someone’s eyes on her,
snaps open her eyes and sits up straight settling her jacket.  It’s that man across the aisle. She gives him
a dagger look, settles her jacket once again and awaits her station.
She gets off. It’s a short ride home but her watch is
inching towards the midnight hour and she’s nervous. She catches an auto and
gets in pretending to chat away with a friend on her phone, faking a carefree
attitude she’s far from feeling. Ten minutes later, she’s home having spent an hour
and a half on a stressful journey she could have done comfortably in 45
minutes.
She peeks in at her kids and husband sleeping peacefully. Changes,
serves herself, puts away the food. Thinks of switching on the tele then
chooses to crash.
Tomorrow is another day.


After a grueling 16 hour work day he’s packing up. He’s thinking…. Cab, Home, Food, TV, Sleep.

And so he catches a cab, gets home, peeks in at the sleeping
wife and kids, eats and settles before the TV till he crashes out.
To,
The man who ‘does not notice’
The woman who doesn’t protest
The teens who ‘tease’ a girl on the street
The woman who is too scared to step out at night
The man who sees but lets it pass
The aunty who holds the girl in jeans responsible
Take notice, protest, step out, speak up, trust, support.
Only together can we make an equal world.
Together we can #MakeItHappen.

On Women’s Day let’s get together to #MakeItHappen at Blog-A-Rhythm.

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To celebrate or not

It’s Women’s Day today and it would have gone by without a post had the Husband not entered at 10 in the night bearing a cake. No I wasn’t surprised.. that’s too mild a reaction.

The kids were thrilled.. Naisha moreso because as the youngest lady in the house she had the privelege of cutting the cake.



Naisha stuffed the last bit of her food into her mouth and got ready to cut the cake.
That’s Hrit’s hand sneaking in for a lick!

Through the day I’ve been receiving messages from many of my ebullient friends wishing me for Women’s Day. Then there is the other bunch who said ‘What’s special about today??’ Every day is Women’s Day or ‘What’s the point in celebrating Women’s day when so many women across the country are not safe/are suffering?’

Well both have a point. However I’d rather go with the enthusiastic lot rather than the Scrooges. Yes March 8 will not change the state of Women across the country. However, instead of debating whether to celebrate, why not take the opportunity to be grateful for being one of the priveledged minority while pledging to do something for those others who are not? Of course you could have already done that yesterday or the day before that, or last week.. well then consider March 8 a reminder.

The same goes for other days.. Valentine’s day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day. However, I do draw the line at Hug Day, Teddy Day, Kiss Day, Slap Day, Kick Day… hey I’m not making them up.. those really are ‘days’. But then that’s just me. If you feel like it.. go for it.. celebrate them all. Life’s a celebration after all.

MEanwhile here’s some cake for all my women friends with the hope that the coming years will get only better and have great things in store for all of us across the world. A very very happy and empowering Women’s Day to all of you.

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Mysterious girl



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…. That’s what you are even now despite our many years of togetherness. Each day I strive to know you better, to understand what drives you, what makes you happy, what upsets you. Each day I wake up wondering whether you’ll make it to our daily rendezvous. Each day brings with it a longing, a dread, an excitement, as I wonder… will she won’t she. You have many faces, but scratch the surface and your heart and soul are the same. You are the same.

There are days you arrive…. in style. You walk in with the ease born of long association, as if your arrival was the most natural thing. You fill my home with warmth and happiness. I settle down with my warm cup of tea and contentedly look on as you take over completely. I am mesmerized as you touch my home with your magic. Life couldn’t be more perfect.
Then there are days when you decide to stay away. As the clock ticks I strain to hear the music of the doorbell announcing your arrival. When I don’t I’m devastated. Yet I know you’re doing it for my good. Like the perfect mentor that you are, you want me to learn to survive without you. This is your way of equipping me for disaster management. As I gear up for the day without you my adrenalin starts pumping, the dread changing into determination. I switch into fifth gear with the pickup of the fastest car. With super speed I strive to fill in the void of your absence yet the hope of seeing you tomorrow never dies. You watch me proudly as I learn to take it all in my stride. Do I complain of your absence? No sir, I don’t. I can’t.
You coached me in the art of assertiveness. With the finesse of a master you make most unreasonable demands and watch keenly whether I buckle under the pressure. Many a time I failed you, giving in tamely. Yet you watch and wait … you see me metamorphose into a confident woman not afraid to speak up, to say what she felt, to say ‘no’ emphatically. You test me sometimes. You pretend to stomp off in anger only to return with a smile reveling in your protégé’s success.
You are the reason for my perfect fitness – my flawless personal trainer, that miracle coach who trains by not being there. The tyres have disappeared and my skin is glowing since you walked into my life.
You taught me the importance of family. You’re Indian to the core. No Western nuclear family would do for you. Your uncle’s, dad’s, sister’s, fifth son’s youngest daughter is as dear to you as your own son. She’s family. I’ve watched in awe at your large-hearted devotion as you drop even the most important tasks to run to their side at the sign of the slightest trouble. I know it hurts you to stay away from me but they’re family too and I understand. Not for nothing have you spent precious time training me. Each day I pray for their well-being, for peace in your family so there’s peace in mine for without you my family, my life is incomplete.
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Today on International Women’s Day I salute you Sumitra Maushi, Sophiya auntie, Shanta bai, Puja didi, Meena tai, … Thank you all for teaching me to be self reliant by not coming in every day, for teaching me to say ‘NO’ each time you came up with strange requests, for getting me back into shape as I swept and mopped in your absence.

However I have a confession to make — despite your determined efforts to propel me towards maid-Nirvana my world continues to revolve around you. I still wait to welcome you to my home each day. May this bond never break, may we live happily ever after.
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