Wednesday, March 19, 2014

IN THE FACE OF DEATH

One always thinks that death is something that happens in someone else's house.  All that we have to do is feel sorry offer a helping hand.  But death is a really unpredictable rogue - you only know it has hit you after it leaves the door.

it has now hit me - and left behind my husband.  My husband who did everything with great care - scolded us for being careless ....and he was hit by a car....fatally.

How does one accept that one is not going to have the person most closest to you near anymore.  How does one accept that the person that one takes for granted is not really granted - hes been taken away.  How does one accept that no matter what one does that person has just disappeared from the picture of your life...???

I dont know.  I have no answers.  Only questions about the greatest betrayal that life could have put me through - why him why me why us....?  

i grope around for excuses reasons - to reassure myself  - but at the end of it - the question WHY still stares back.  No matter how much I recover from the fits of crying, the fits of suffocation that strike me when memories poke me... I will never understand WHY - why my husband, why me why my children...

Its so nice to hear people saying that ALL HAPPENS FOR THE BEST - but no it doesnt.  Life is unfair to many- and I happen to be one of them.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Why married women should not seek employment?



Today the world is a much better place for many women than it was before even a decade or two ago.  The girl child is born into a world with equal legal rights.  Her social position has been acknowledged the world over by society at large, and all that she needs is a bit of effort to carve out a niche for herself.  Given basic education, she can find herself a job enough to maintain herself that guarantees that her children have at least two meals a day, even if her husband does not play the role model of the provider. Acknowledging that there is a sizable female population whose state is nowhere as secure as these previous sentences define, let me, at least for the sake of making my point, concentrate on the portion of female society who are born into such circumstances.

In most urban societies, the above is true.  the girl child is educated, she is allowed to look for employment, and bring in financial income.  The crux of the matter lies here - the financial income she brings in most often does not mean financial independence.  Largely because the young woman is never given independence, financial or otherwise, before marriage and in many cases even after marriage.

In India, most marriages are still arranged.  Even if the young couple may have fallen in love. the marriage is given social respectability when it is agreed to and arranged by elders and conducted in the presence of family, friends and relatives.  This means that marriages, at large, still remains within the frame of the old social set up that defines the roles of the husband and the wife.

As per this concept, the husband is the bread earner, and thus the main policy  maker, and the woman the home maker.  With the increasing number of women bringing in income decisions are being shared as are responsibilities, but there are some avenues that most men do not step into = the home making one, i.e cooking, keeping house, and looking after the children. This means the financial independence that the woman has earned has come with a price that she is struggling to pay.

The schedule of most women begin early in the morning starting with making tea, breakfast and lunch, getting the children ready for school and herself ready for office.  By the time this is all finished you have a harassed woman that runs to her office, gasping for breath, and perform as good as or better than her male colleagues, who come for work in a better state of relaxation.

The situation is the same in the evenings when she returns from work.  Husband, children, cooking and cleaning and the same is repeated on weekends.  Many men do help and the stress is on help, because the burden is still on the women.  Most working married women who cant afford servants suffer from stress and hypertension.  They do not have time for any sort of pasttime leading to a sort of life that most women do not enjoy.  They are forced to relish in the belief that they are living their life for their family albeit at the cost of their own time, idolising themselves as the woman of the family.

They make crucial decisions but so do other housewives who play important roles in their family unlike in the dark days.  Yes they are financially independent unlike their housewife counterparts.  But their individual pleasures are sacrificed, creativity locked up in the cupboard, and the need for expression stiffled.

No matter how important she may be for the public, if she cant afford servants, then the woman is in a more difficult situation than her unemployed counterparts.

This is leading many women to  think - If you can afford it sit at home. Why seek employment?

Transparent male thoughts and reflecting female thoughts

A few days back a male colleague of mine tells me – ചേച്ചി, ഈ ബ്ലൗസ്    വല്ലാതെ നിഴലടിക്കുന്നു – എന്താ വാങ്ങുമ്പോൾ ശ്രധിച്ചില്ലെ? (This blouse is almost transparent- didnt you pay attention while buying it?) I must say that was a question which I did not expect especially from that quarters.  I just said “Really”  Later, after a few indignant thoughts,  I even retorted that that it was probably because my inner wear was unusually bright on that day.  The person who said this is really not anyone suspect  just as I realise he is a typical average Indian man.
I apologise if you dont belong to the typical lot for generalising so much - but really the newspapers and daily experiences so tend to make this belief so strong in my mind that Indian men are going from bad to worse.  As I am a malayali and a resident of Kerala I am referring particularly to Malayali men but I do know that men from most parts of this country think the same way.
Thirty-five to forty years ago we had a worker in our tharavad, a woman of about 40 to 60 years of age (very difficult to be precise) that never used a blouse in her life.  Earlier than that in Kerala women who covered their breasts were an odd phenomena restricted to affluent women of higher caste.  Later on, we had young women, upto the eighties who wore only blouses with their long skirts or mundu, and wore a veshti only on occasions when they went out.  Films of that period will show heroines in this garb, and really no matter how hard the cinematographer tried, men did not ogle at them as much as they do now if even a bit of the stomach is visible between the blouse and sari.

So we have women reflecting these thoughts by fear and resorting to pinning their saris in the most odd positions - at the back of the blouse, on the front and where not - that I am sure that manufacturers of safety pins are really digging gold.  Ultimately the beautiful sari is made into a grotesque piece of cloth lending the person an ugly figure, whereas if one had draped it in the right manner it could have made the wearer demure, sexy, attractive or any adjective the wearer would like to be referred to as.

So you have people who wear purdahs that are most unsuited for our tropical climate.  Then you have the others who deride the purdah and wear or make wear saris like purdahs fearing exposure anywhere. You must realise that it is suchbackward thoughts that make people attribute rape to the clothes of the victim, ie please excuse the rapist as he lost control of himself seeing the attire of the woman.  I mean how more perverse can you get?

I wish women would stop from covering their bodies with tents just becuse they fear the xray vision of some men.  Dress well, dress smart, be trendy, show a little back or waist avoiding the ugly and the vulgar.  For anyone with doubts about my feminism - I am one a staunch one, but a very feminine one.  I like to look attractive and get admiring looks from both sexes.

Back to my blouse, well I still wear that one, i dont stick pins to hide my paunch completely from world view (I like fresh air), I like deep backs because thats where I dont have tyres - in short I dress in what makes me feel good -(see through or not)

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

The Nila is overflowing

From the balcony in my office I can see the Bharatapuzha, flowing ferociously almost overflowing the Pattambi Bridge. How beautiful and overwhelming is this sight! As I look over this scenic beauty my mind mumbles how small you are... Prakriti is dancing with all its powerful might in the form of the Nila, unsymapthetically carrying away encroachments...Although many are rendered homeless, somehow there is a great justice in this. She is trying to take back what is hers.