Sunday, 2 August 2015

Patience: the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious.

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Be patient, your time will come.
Good things come to those who wait....
Give it time, things will work out....
Patience is a virtue....
How often we hear these words from our well wishers, when we get upset or champ at the bit to get going. Patience is a virtue to be cultivated, it is said. I wish then that it came as seeds in a packet with a detailed howto.
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Cultivating patience is like waiting at the curb, watching the cars zip past, watching for the signal to turn green. You are on your toes, looking anxiously time and again at the cars and the signal, for the exact moment when it is safe to cross. The cars and the people in them who are already on their way to their destination, makes the waiter feel quite inadequate. While awaiting for your turn, you start to question your destination,
should you keep moving even if you have to change your direction?
are you on the right path?
is life passing you by?
how much longer?
Those few seconds at the curb can seem like an eternity to the person who waits impatiently
So are you going to be foolish and try to weave your way through the zipping cars or are you going to be patient? :)

Hiatus - part 2

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This one is for all those friends, family, loved ones, who felt that Hiatus needed a follow up. So then, here goes!!
I had given myself till March to think things over, to decide what is the next step, where am I going now?? March is over and stock taking has begun.....
So what do you do when the roof over your head has been blown away, the walls have collapsed and there is nothing protecting you from the elements? There is just you in your bare feet, floundering in a maelstrom.....
I would love to tell you that I stood up straight and strong, with my head up to be skies and roared that I will not let you defeat me but............ but I cringed, scared, my head down and wept at the unfairness of it all. How many times and in how many ways would I be tested?
Why ME?
WHY?
And then strangely ......it got better!
I can tell you now that time is a great healer and giving myself this time to heal, to think of the next move, of the possibilities ahead of me, has made me better.
I moved slow, I met up with friends and family, I met strangers, acquaintances, mentors. and each new person I spoke to presented me with another clue, added another piece to the jigsaw that was my life and though the picture isn't complete, I can get a sense of what I am and who I want to be...
I know now what my destination is, and though the path is not clear, I can see faint markings leading to my destination and though the going will be tough, that's when the tough get going, don't they??
I have learnt that I do not need to have all the answers right now, right here. That I can move from point to point and wait to see my way clearer before I think of the next step, and then the next......till such time as I reach my destination. There will be a lot of meanderings, maybe some moving back to move forwards, there will be hurdles, some things might fall by the wayside but one thing I am sure of.... the journey will be worth it!!
It is a time for new beginnings, spring is in the air and me? I can feel hope blossoming again. I am re-discovering me, this person that I am, once again and I think I am falling in love with her, once again....

Friday, 16 January 2015

Utopia:a) An ideally perfect place, especially in its social, political, and moral aspects. b) An impractical, idealistic scheme for social and political reform.

 An utopia for humankind is so easy to imagine and pontificate about, what we need is equal opportunity for all, all people clothed, fed, housed and not discriminated against on the basis of race, colour, religion, caste, creed and so on. What can then be Utopia for a marginalized, discriminated against, 50% of our society?

    What about discrimination against gender? The insidious perpetuation of daily injustices that form a woman's life. The oh so small, 'i can brush it away' differences, so small that 'it can hardly matter' kind of discrimination, so small that it is  way of life kind of discrimination. The kind of discrimination which if you raise your voice against, you are 'abused' by being called a feminist as if that's a rude word! 

  When we Indians talk of utopia, we call it 'Ram Rajya', the kingdom of Lord Ram, considered as an ideal ruler, son, husband and brother. The son who abdicated his throne to fulfill an oath given by his father to his stepmother and roamed the forests for 14 years as a hermit along with his wife, Sita and brother, Laxman. 
      
   Though it is a myth and is not meant to be taken literally, the questions it raises are many. The questions raised about Ram's motivation have been answered by many gyanis' to the satisfaction of their followers. My questions concern Sita. This obviously educated, privileged daughter, wife and bahu of kings, who followed her husband to vanvaas, to a life devoid of luxury and comforts she was used to, to be kidnapped, rescued and then to be accused of infidelity and asked to time and again prove herself innocent by virtue of hurling herself in the fire by this ideal husband.  Years later to prove that Luv and Kush are biologically Ram's children, she is once again asked to prove her fidelity to him but this time, she has had enough and she asks the earth (her mother) to subsume her. 

    My questions, dear Sita, to you are, why did you not raise your voice against this injustice then, the first time you were asked to prove your purity? Why did you not ask this man, your husband that if you had been raped by your kidnapper then what? would he have abandoned you right away? why were you asked to prove your innocence instead of him proving your guilt? Did you not ask, why he abandoned you, left you without resources, with no recourse to law and yet is idolized as the ideal man? Why did he not initiate a dialogue with you, inform you of his intentions to separate from you, rather than just dump you in the forest? Why did he not have enough courage to do it himself rather  asked his brother to do it for him? 

    Why did you (possibly in disgust) end your life, rather than take the route of law to protest against the injustices heaped upon you? Did you not have confidence in the law of the land? Did you not have courts to appeal for justice? Or were the courts, in your time too, slow in dispensing justice? 
Were you worried that society would not stand by you, that your family would ostracize you, if you created ripples?  

   Why did you  O Sitay, not go back home to your father? Were you ashamed of your predicament? Did you fear that he too would believe the public opinion about your infidelity? That he would turn you away from his doorstep? That he would not offer you a home regardless of your indiscretions? Did you believe that you no longer had a home there as you were married and could not lay claim to it? What were your motivations/ insecurities?

    And then there was Draupadi.... Brave, forthright, strong Draupadi, won by one man, married to 5, a Sakhi to another, Draupadi, lost like a bit of property to a game of chance by the husband called as Dharamraja, disrobed in a Sabha and not one raised voice to help her. Draupadi whose fate was sealed because as a wife she was the property of her husband and he could gamble her away.

   Draupadi's public humiliation  and Sita's parikshas evoke comparisons with women in present India being raped, tortured, murdered for the perceived guilt of their fathers/brothers/ husbands. Women treated as chattel, used to subdue dissent from their families. Women accused of crimes with no help from the society, family or law. Women expected to leave their careers, life, friends and move homes if husbands are transferred to another city. 

    Infinite inequalities are bestowed upon the female gender; the first to be pulled out of school when money is low, the last to be brought in for treatment of life threatening diseases; the first to be put to work when in need, the last to be fed when food is limited.

     Little, insidious things that escape notice in the regular course of life, these little insidious things that we end up believing as a way of life. 

Do not be smarter than your husband / brother / any man

Do not earn more than any male member of your family especially your husband

Do not question the status quo 

Do not have opinions of your own or at least do not express them verbally/ assertively

Do not believe that your money helps to run a household

Do not believe that you are as important as any male member of your family, extended family, neighborhood, society, country, or the world at large............






Utopia : an impractical, idealistic scheme for social and political reform.