Monday, August 15, 2016
Freedom @ 70
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Lost childhood
This monsoon season, while we have been spending more time on roads and traffic signals, it is unavoidable to observe life streaming about you. One sees people on motorcycles and bicycles going about on their work while trying to keep themselves dry, people in petrol-diesel guzzlers oblivious to rains while listening to loud electro-techno music blaring from their speakers. And then there are some who are engrossed in their own world of business or social media.
One also observes a small minority of hawkers peddling their wares at traffic signals - pirated books, cloth to clean your house or car, chargers for all kinds of phones, flowers and balloons. And come Independence Day or Republic Day, it's the tricolour in various sizes and forms that take the place of pride.
Then there is a knock, and you see a small child through the rain splattered window of AC cooled climes, completely soaked and bare feet requesting you to buy something from him so that he can buy food. Colourful balloons, roses or other flowers depending upon the season, sometimes books - the very things which are part of childhood to experience and not to sell. Sometimes, at certain intersections it is children showcasing their gymnast skills with goofily painted faces in their feeble attempt to entertain - all the while earning for their families.
You feel pity - it is so different from the childhood we all take granted for. In so many decades since Independence, with the Right to Education Act in place, it is disgusting that the a percentage of next generation lives on road trying to earn their living when they should be in schools and educating themselves for a better future.
Who is responsible for creating a better world for them? The common man who lives in his own halo and vacuum of working for a still better life than these not-so-fortunate. The governments of state and centre elected who are apathetic to the life outside their own coterie of friends, colleagues and families. Or a small population of do-gooders who with their own monies or charity of friends, corporates and other NGOs trying to make a difference to the lives of such children.
Last evening, as I came out of a shop in the nearby market, I was beseeched by two small children - in bare feet and tattered clothes selling cheap pens. While I had no need for additional pens, I just couldn't walk past them to the comfort of home while they were on the road still selling to be able to buy food. I bought pens from both of them and passed them onto kids of hired help - from one child to another!
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Sounds of Summer
Sitting in the last vestiges of
my childhood winter garden
Sound of coo-woo reverberates around.
The cry of koel
Reminds not only of Summers
But also of examination season
Of School and then College.
Of anxiety and trepidation
Sometimes panic,
That mind may go blank.
Was it fear of failure
Or of moving up one step
on the ladder of Life?
That unexplainable feeling...
When I look back today.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Summer Song
The all too brief spell of Spring
After the not too cold Winter,
Gives way to the heat of Summers.
The dying flowers of winter
And the Shalmali
Spread their last burst of colours.
The brightening sunshine
And the golden yellow of Amaltas
The flaming red-orange of Gulmohar
Herald the way to Summers.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Festival of Colours
Colours of love and joy, not of hatred
Colours of harmony, not of blood
Colours of spring and summer
Spread happiness in our lives.
Happy Holi
Sunday, March 8, 2015
I am a Woman!
On International Women's Day, it is sad to see messages justifying the reason for being a woman. Especially since in India Devi is worshipped in most corners of the country. As an Adi-Shakti, she epitomises the essence of Shakti herself, she represents consciousness, and she is the symbolism of Prakriti. She is Ardhnari without whom the male is void.
This is the country where girl child is worshipped as Kanjika, where various avatars of women are worshipped as conserver of forest, as the harbinger of wealth and knowledge, as the protector for natural calamities or epidemics, or as benevolent mother who protects all.
And today, the role and existence of women is being questioned. Are women only to be used as tools of recreation and procreation? Is our only duty is to manage household, children and sometimes contribute to family fund?
It is disheartening to open the newspaper in the morning and read of daily stories of torture. I have heard of similar such stories in my own home as well.
On this International Women's Day, can women/ girl-child of this country have the freedom and liberation from age-old notions of women hood? Can we freely roam around in our own country at any time of day? Can we fall in love and marry the person we want to? Can we freely speak our own mind without any inhibitions? Can we eat, drink or smoke without being labelled as something? Can we wear clothes we look good in, are comfortable in and not get stereotyped into some category?
I am a woman and am proud to be so. I don't need a special day to celerate my being. But on this Women's Day, I demand from my country to be treated as equal with men in all strata of society.
If this is feminism, let it be so,
Pooja

