• Strange as it may sound, despite 2 visits to New York (albeit day trips) 0ver 4 visits to the US, I never managed to visit the Statue of Liberty. Now every tourist knows this is a major omission, something that had to be rectified.

    So this time, a visit to the monument was on top of my list. Especially since I was spending 12 weeks in New Jersey.

    Visiting the Statue of Liberty

    This Monday seemed to be the best day and I kept my fingers crossed that the projected weather forecast would prove wrong. Luckily it did and the day was bright and sunny. By noon it was as hot as a Mumbai summer day.

    We set off later than planned to avoid the rush hour morning traffic into the City. Besides being off season, we had a very good chance of getting tickets for the ferry ride and entrance to the actual statue.

    After a  bit of a search for the ticket office, we boarded Miss Freedom  but not before a bit of a scare.

    As my handbag passed through the metal detector, it was stopped. My heart sank. What could have alarmed the Security?

    I soon found out .

    Buried under my sweater and jacket , cheek by jowl with my wallet was my little brown catch all. They opened it and fished out the contents.

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    My make up kit

    The security guard opened each lipstick, turned open the perfume case , zipped up the little purse and said

    ” You got good taste Mama, ” and let me pass.

    But my heart sank a second time when another check revealed the same contents. Luckily the female security guard stepped in and confirmed that my make up was harmless.

    I heaved  sigh of relief and swore never again to carry my makeup with me when I visit any American landmark.

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    An unequal equality

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    Nabanita’s  post on the blatant misogyny in the US election campaign had me thinking about gender discrimination. Sadly, men and women are not the same . This is physically very obvious. No matter how much we may deny it, men have more physical strength than women.

    [Tweet “But a person’s intellect, ability and efficiency is NOT gender specific”].

    Time and again women have proved their merit in all fields once exclusive to men. At times they have even excelled .

    However, inspite of all the struggles for women’s equality, we remain unequally equal.

    An unequal battle

    Women the world over have faced discrimination when it comes to equality in ownership, inheritance, governance,  responsibility , rights and duties. For centuries they have been kept cosetted and closeted, as beings who worked behind the scenes.

    Considered weaker, they were still made to work because ultimately they had to share the burden and pull their weight. Thus they helped in the fields and worked in the home but were denied the right to think for themselves.

    After years of struggle, both latent and obvious, women finally won their freedom to march alongside a man. They could go to school, earn college degrees, drive cars, run corporations and eventually choose to live their lives the way they wanted.

    But is a woman really equal?

    I doubt it .

    Some things have not fundamentally changed. No matter what, a woman is expected to be the one to cook and clean. She may earn the big bucks and command armies but when it comes to her home, she is expected to run it . Even in the most progressive households, daddy can baby sit while on his mobile phone but mummy definitely can’t. Daddy may make a meal but that I should just when mummy just can’t .

    And the list goes on and on.

    Sadly, women have won the right to work and be themselves but the men haven’t had to change anything. They continue to behave the way they always have.

    And in this respect the equality that women have got for themselves is heavily stacked against them. They have to work harder and longer , leap higher, almost kill themselves to “prove” they are more deserving than the man who pips them to the post.

    Do men and women share the responsibility of the most basic of all tasks – raising a family – in equal measure? Are the tasks equally divided? In most households it isn’t so.

    Society dictates that a woman may do a man’s job, but she has to do a woman’s job too!

    Women have modified theie attitudes and behaviour to let us work alongside but have we made men change anything in theirs?

    We may wear trousers but do men wear skirts? 

    Linking this with #MondayMusings, a blog hop hosted by Corinne on Everyday Gyaan.

  • . Did you think you’d be doing what you’re currently doing in life? Write a personal essay.

    I sit by myself, alone in the dim light. The comforting sound of the dishwasher keeps me company as does a hum of electric current . Far away from my comfort zone of Mumbai and its chaotic madness, in another world , another time zone. I have time to think and contemplate –  a rare chance in my busy world.

    And I think to myself did I ever imagine I’d be here in New Jersey on a full moon night in October?

    For that matter what did I imagine I’d be doing ?

    What I imagined doesn’t matter because I don’t remember it any more.

    Did I think I’d be a teacher? Facing bored children day after day. Flinging chalks that screeched on blackboards, trailing dust along the way?

    Or did I imagine I’d sign treaties and shake hands with politicians. Hobnobbing with diplomats and policy makers shaping the destiny of my country?

    Perhaps I’d paint my dreams on canvas. Vivid pictures that transformed my thoughts into images . Wild , bold and delicate too . Like brittle lace .

    Or did I imagine I’d be saving lives like a noble doctor fighting germs ? Or be an inventor or explorer ?

    But did I really imagine my life would be anything but ordinary? I doubt it , for when I see more clearly, I see a life is quite extra ordinary in its ordinariness.

    I never imagined I’d be immersed in babies and nappies and cuddles and gurgles. In sippy cups, car seats and Diaper Genies. Capturing thoughts in stolen moments . Tip tapping on a flat, tiny screen. Wireless, keyless . Yet capable of reaching out to millions more than those reachable by printed word.

    Driving down highways in a huge big car that swallows me up in its largeness. Hearing twangs in different voices, sharing words with complete strangers .

    It doesn’t matter what I thought I’d do . What matters is that I’m happy doing what I’m doing now and grateful that I can do it too.

    Linking this post with#FridayReflections hosted by SanchieVee .

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    Did you think you’d be doing what you’re currently doing in life? Write a personal essay.

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