Womanhood

An eminent feminist ironically stated that if women demand equality, they should be treated equal in every whit of life.Women should be subjected to same conditions as men are subjected to. Be it govt tax or a compartment in a local train. What is the need for an exemption or a separate compartment?

Being a woman I agree that if we ourselves expose our weakness, our desire to be safe in the eyes of the ruthless world we would never achieve d goals of feminism. But being a human a small scared voice prods me to show my hidden vulnerability. And so echoes the voice of womanhood. it echoes in the hollow of ignorance.

Women have split personalities. When their one part loves to nurture the other one yearns to lean. So even if she finds contentment in an unromantic lover, she still loves dose small courtesies he offers occasionally.

We dont need reservations. We dont need any privilege at work place. All we need is the acceptance of our split persona.

Recipe of peace

‎"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."

~Martin Luther King, Jr.

 I just came across dis epigram while randomly stalking this social giant. Perhaps it underlines the reason behind my discord with a rational mind.

The death of Bin Laden has made the world victorious and more importantly given the much needed contentment. I congratulate one and all for this contentment which came after a decade of injustice.

But the point here is simple. Now that we have achieved a fair play, we dont realize that we bred hatred for a long period. It will ultimately breach our own lives. 

Once in a while people lets just learn to forgive. It's not a cake walk but there is no harm in trying...

Let the Peace prevail..... 

String of Love

The other day my nine year old sister gave me a list of things to shop from the market. Her list is always sweet and fun. There are a few pencils, crayons, gift wraps and all good and uncomplicated stuff. But this time she mentioned a 'string of love' in her list. When asked she innocently replied that string of love is a Rakhi she has to offer to the soldiers who protect our nation from the bad enemies. My heart skipped a beat when I heard her words. I never expected my angel to be so thoughtful at such a tender age.

In this hodge- podge of life have we ever thought of the people who are miles away from their beloved ones, surrendering their ease and striving each and every moment for the patronage of their motherland? It takes a lot of plucks to live for your brethren and everybody cannot have such composure. What we as commoners can have is some generosity to show our gratitude to the custodians of nation. Imagine if every single one of us makes an effort to bring a smile to the face of our  brave guardians, how contented could they feel!  Simultaneously how connected could we feel!

We are one nation and not a compartmentalized body of civilians and protectors.

Happy rakshabandhan and Happy independence!! :)

Halla Bol!

The recently aired episode of Satyameva Jayate evoked virtues of anger and guilt within me.  Anger was expectedly for the sytem and guilt was unexectdely against my own conscience. It's ironical how the nation confides in medical professionals who do not hail the sole meaning of being viable. At the same time it chooses to be an accomplice by condemning the system for its incongruence and inhumanity. The facts and figures are alarming. Spending just 1.4% of its GDP on medicine India confidently vouches for the league of prosperous countries. In the 65th year of freedom 65% of the population still does not have access to the basic medical amenities. Donation fee for a MBBS seat is whopping 60 lakhs! Out of everything,  corruption leaps into the most nobel profession and the nation helplessly admits the crime. 

This has to go somewhere down the drain. This nation of Gandhi, Bhajat and Nehru has to tear apart its slumber.The commoners can easily prevent the exploitaion. The RTI, MCI and the NGOs can help. Public Private patenership can overcome the initial deference. Medicine is a revered profession. Let the practitioners maintain the sanctity of the power they have. And let we, the nation be the change the system needs. 

Sataya Meva Jayate!