Monday, March 26, 2012

A Summer Secret.. SShhhh

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Summer is not my favourite season, by any stretch of imagination. But like any season, it has its high times and "Secrets" :) Some secrets should remain secrets, with only the wind, sun and rain as witnesses. But others, bring back fond memories, urging you to share the happiness.

I was in class II at the time (summer of 1992) and my elder sister was in Class VII, of the same school. Although we studied in the same school, we never met during school hours. Being a puny class II kid, I was fascinated by all these senior "didis" around me. I wanted to know where their class was, where they ate their tiffin, and maybe you know they didn't have any teachers! So one day, I followed one of my sisters friends and sneaked up to where they were having their lunch. And lo and behold, what do I see.. the forbidden sin. My sister was having an orange ice cream! Ice creams were prohibited for us, given our propensity to fall sick at the drop of a hat.

I still remember the shock on my sisters face when she saw me standing there. I had caught her red-handed, and the tattletale that I was, she knew she was in for trouble. I was seething with anger. How dare she have an ice cream without me? I am never going to share any chocolate, coke, chips with her. I won't even give her the window seat in the car! And then, came the worst shock. One of her friends said, "Whats the big deal? You eat one everyday na?". OMG. Really?

My sister thought fast on her feet. "I'll buy you as many ice creams as you want. But don't tell mom". What? She was trying to bribe me? Huh. But, a seven year old, craving icecream, will do anything for it! And so, after school, while we waited for car pool.. didi bought me an orange ice cream (she also had another one!!). And it became our little secret.

When I grew up, I have often wondered that did mom really not know? With our orange tongues and orange lips? She knew. But she just let us have our very own "Summer Secret".




Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The Girl child

And while I was busy celebrating the fact that I am still unmarried at 28, I came across this link. According to a recent Unicef report, almost half the women born in India are married off before they turn 18, while 18 per cent of them are below 15. And whats more? Among those married, 22 per cent became mothers before they got the right to vote! 


It makes me realise how little I know. I think child marriage is prohibited, and that means it doesn't happen. I guess I'm wrong. The law in India is merely a formality, be it child marriage laws or anti dowry laws. The larger problem is the society.


The society which still considers women as second class citizens and a girl child as a burden. And how can this stop? when we stop treating girls as "paraya dhan". Treat them as children, teenagers.. treat them as humans, who have their own opinions and rights. 


I do realise that the women in the statistics above would mostly belong to the lower strata of society, where the parents are possibly not aware of the perils of child marriage.. maybe due to the lack of education. However, chandigarh, the UT with the highest GDP per capita, has the lowest sex ratio! It makes me wonder that the hatred for females has nothing to do with education whatsoever! If education can't cure it, what can?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Celebrating Myself



What could I possibly celebrate about myself? I'm 28 and all my friends are either married, or pregnant while I am still single. All of my MBA batchmates (and I mean all), are working in top notch companies while I have chosen to tread the path less taken, and set up my own establishment. My mean relatives still ask me curiously at every family dinner, "So, have you finally started working somewhere?". Of course, this they ask only when they don't find an answer to their favourite question of "Beta, when are you getting married. You are getting old." It's a miracle I havn't punched them as yet! And you know, I havn't updated my blog in ages :(

So, coming back to the point, what could I possibly celebrate about myself?
I celebrate my independence and freedom. The ability to free myself from stereotypical thoughts and follow my heart. So what if people feel I should marry at 22? I would rather wait for the right man (And I hope he comes along soon!). And so what if I don't have a fancy company or designation to show off? I'd rather be my own boss and do what I love doing. I celebrate this ability to have the courage to be different from the crowd. Be it choosing to give up science after plus two (Haww, you will do B.Com.. that is for losers!), or choosing to not sit for placements during MBA (Yes, yes... I know, I'm crazy). I'm glad I chose to do it that way, because the happiness and satisfaction i feel today is unmatched.

I celebrate my ability to find joy and happiness in small things, like the petunias in the garden or the dogs running in the park or even the ladybird walking on the leaf! I know the world is not a very nice place, forget the wars and famines, just the bitterness, jealousy and hypocrisy we endure everyday is depressing. Yet, I choose to be optimistic about things, always. And I feel, that's half the battle won. I also celebrate the fact that I forgive easily (and sometimes that comes back to haunt me real bad, but I like it this way). I'd rather forgive and regret.. than harbour hatred.

I celebrate the God given gift of patience and "the art of listening", which has helped me dry the tears of so many friends, by doing nothing more than listening. In this busy world, where people hardly have the time to stop and stare, I am glad that don't mind stopping and listening. I am glad that I still care. And while I may be a successful entrepreneur, a great professional and blah and blah... this is the one aspect of my being that I celebrate the most!

And last, but not the least, I celebrate my parents, each and every day, each and minute. The parents who are absolutely okay with their daughter still being unmarried at 28 and choosing an unknown profession. Who encourage me to think for myself, be independent, be self sufficient and be full of warmth, compassion and humanity. I know that no matter what happens in life, no matter what crap I get myself into... I can always fall back on my parents.

Thank you Mom and Dad, for giving me so reasons to celebrate!

PS: A part of Women's web International Women's day Contest.