• Women & Violence

    ” Oh I told my son that if you go out with a girl, remember that you are not responsible for her. She is going out with you entirely at her own risk”

    I was horrified when I heard Kalpana make this statement. We were two mothers watching our children play badminton at one of Mumbai‘s top clubs. Her husband was a head honcho at a multi national and she herself was one of those hot shot career women whose opinion mattered. At any rate it mattered more than mine as I was a stay at home mom, one of a dying breed. Kalpana was not only a smart, well educated and articulate woman, she was also the mother of two sons while I had two girls.

    ” Oh all these girls these days are too smart, ” scarcely bothering to disguise the scorn in her tone.” And let me tell you, ” she assured me , “MY son won’t do anything to any girl,  but just suppose he and his girlfriend are walking by the sea side and some one comes and accosts them what can a poor 15 year old boy do? It would make more sense for him to run. Isn’t it?”

    I didn’t see the logic in this at all having grown up in an era when chivalry was not yet dead and when boys were expected to look after girls, especially if they were dating. But Kalpana went on, ” See you have daughters and I have sons. So if you don’t want your daughters to get into trouble, you should see that they stay at home. If they do go out, they are inviting trouble.”

    This kind of regressive thinking was a revelation to me. I thought such ideas went out with the ark. Unfortunately there are many many Kalpanas out there in this world. While I agree with her that as a mother of a son, she would naturally have her son’s interest at heart what appalled me was the corollary that any girl who goes out is “cheap” hence her son shouldn’t risk his life for her.

    Today the whole country is up in arms about the rape in our Capital City. It doesn’t matter where it took place what matters is that it happened:  a gross violation of a woman’s right to safety and a citizen’s right to free and unfettered movement . It is a sad and bitter truth that the women in our society are venerated only as Goddesses in temples and on calendar pictures, they are worshipped as mothers but treated as chattel, identified as property of the men who sire them or marry them. No matter how many women are doctors, lawyers , engineers, innovators, entrepreneurs and law makers the fact remains that a lone woman on the street is not safe.

    But what will make it safe for women to walk alone on the street, or stay alone by herself? Legislation? Knowledge of self defence? There can be no simple answer because my personal belief is that punishment is no deterrent to a crime. Everyone knows that evil is punished but does that mean evil has vanished?

    Castrate him who rapes a woman

    So while the perpetrators of this crime should be punished ( I personally think they should be publicly castrated) the only way this crime will end is when people respect each other for being who they are and treat each other with dignity and love.

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  • All it took was one moment in time for us to change our lives into fatless eating. Yes, it is possible especially when your life depends on it.

    The first time ever I had fatless food was at Beena Thadani’s . Actually it was not bad, but looking at Beena’s shrivelled up little child like body and  her dark circles getting darker by the hour were enough to put me off this healthy eating lifestyle. What was the point in living I thought if food was going to be fatless and tasteless.

    But all it took was really a moment, when the blood stopped going to the brain – a condition caused by the excessive fat that blocked up the arteries going there. That was a wake up call to throw out all fat from my body and my house. 

    It has been hard to eat food without fat . Somehow all the best things in life are fried – and life without oil seemed quite impossible. But for over a month now, we’ve banned fat from our lives and are feeling all the better for it. The skin has started glowing which possibly meant that Beena’s dark circles were genetic and not attributable to a fatless diet and our bodies are still a long way from shrinking.

    I found that water makes a good substitute for oil while making “tadka” or the tempering that is characteristic of Indian food. Plus when you add in the spices, there is enough taste going round. The trick is to eat the food hot and NOT tell anyone it is fatless.

    I can assure you then, that food without fat is simply fabulous – especially when you see the tires round your waist, those little love handles or that muffin top just whittle away!

  • The bunch of keys


    Thirty years ago my husband gave me Rs. 500 as princely sum those thirty years ago. I immediately went down to Nana’s Chowk  and bought this chunky bunch of keys to tuck into my sari much like the villainous Lalita Pawar in the Hindi movies of old . I loved the jingle jangle of the keys which served as an Early Warning System to my girls who would quickly shut tight their eyes, pretending to be fast asleep when I used to pop in to keep an eye on them.

    Today when I returned from my walk, I went to my cupboard and as was my habit, put in the key and opened the door. I realised then that there were several superfluous keys in the bunch : those that opened no doors. Obviously somewhere along the way, I had changed the locks or changed the doors and had forgotten to remove the useless keys from my bunch making it heavier and bulkier to carry around.

    So often in life, we have such burdens that we carry needlessly keys to doors that don’t open anything. I realised then that we should do a regular audit, assess those keys that we need and sift out the ones that we don’t. Our lives will be that much lighter and easier to manage.

    Once you set sail in uncharted waters, there is no need to hang on to the past. Steer straight ahead without looking backwards , there is always someone to help you. Be brave and cast off the people you don’t need, and do so without guilt or regret. The past only cripples you and hinders your journey ahead.

     

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