Monday, March 8, 2010

WOMEN'S DAY

       The World Wide Web is abuzz with International Women’s Day wishes today.  Text Messages, Telephone calls and Personal greetings keep pouring in from friends and colleagues who are determined to remind us it’s Our Special Day.  
       Many companies and organizations make elaborate arrangements every year on Women’s Day.  The celebrations actually run into days prior to the D-Day with competitions galore-never mind that the events could be as silly as musical chairs, memory games etc., which are not even played by the high school crowd these days.  The idea probably is that the Poor women, who are hounded at home and workplace need to let down their tresses and de-stress.  Some events are also held for both the sexes, especially to appease the men, who, more often than not, happen to be the bosses too.   Women celebrities, news-makers, movers and shakers are in great demand this day to make not-too-long speeches that are sufficiently serious, extolling the achievements of women in all fields and berating the role of men in their lives, if necessary.  After some free snacks and a lot of new-found bonhomie with the gathered women, everyone feels suitably privileged. Maybe the husband or the boyfriend takes them out to a candle-lit dinner in the evening, buys them a suitably valuable gift and the day ends on a dreamy note.  But then, dawn does not really bring a new day-it’s back to the drudgery of home and workplace. Do these celebrations make any tangible change for the better in women’s lives?
            The average woman is a glorified servant in her home.  It is seen the world over that the unpaid services of women are considerably greater than that of men.  A working woman is no different from a juggler, expected to keep so many balls in the air at the same time, with no appreciation for the tricky manoeuvres, but immediate criticism for the slightest mishap.  She is, no doubt, the Mother-of-all-Multi-taskers.  The contribution of men towards running the house-hold in most cases is limited to lifting the telly remote.  Even if the woman earns more than the man or her job comes with more responsibilities or is more demanding, it is the woman who is expected to do the cooking, cleaning, supervising the domestic help, tending to children’s and elders’ needs.  The man would happily be parked on his haunches, not lifting his little finger to ease his woman’s burden.  If a woman is to succeed in her chosen field, she has to develop a considerably thick skin towards her detractors, turn selectively deaf to her colleagues’ barbs, be blind to her family’s short-comings and selfishness, manage to keep her other half always happy, her children and the elders in the family well-fed and healthy, learn the fine art of humoring the domestic help-in short, forget about her own self totally and live her life for others.
Every woman is indeed a miracle for what she accomplishes in her day-to-day life in spite of all odds.  This brings to mind the poem ‘Accomplishments’ by Elizabeth Ralph Mertz. 

When Aristotle wrote his books,
When Milton searched for rhyme,
Did they have toddlers at the knee
Requesting dinner time?

When Dante contemplated ‘hell’
Or Shakespeare penned a sonnet,
Did Junior interrupt to say
His cake had ketchup on it?

When Socrates was teaching youth
And Plato wrote the Phaedo,
Were they the ones to clean the mess,
The Children made with Play-doh?

If Edmund Burke had had to work
On all kids’ ablutions,
Would he have the time and strength,
To speak on revolutions?

Did food get bought when Darwin
Sought the origin of species?
Or, did he have to hush the tots,
And tell them not to tease, please?

When Judges Holmes and Brandies donned their robes
And gave their wise opinions,
Was laundry piled a meter high
With socks mixed up with linens?

How much greater, then, the task
Of those who manage both,
Who juggle scholarship with child
Development and growth,
And how much greater is the praise
For those who persevere
And finish their advanced degrees
And take up a career!

This poem remains relevant even today, some thirty odd years after its writing.  This is indeed proof that not much has changed in women’s lives in the last few decades.  One only hopes that the next few decades at least would see some changes for the better in terms of male participation in the home sphere and ease the lives of women.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of 
AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during 
a heart surgery in 1983..
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which
conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?

To this 
Arthur Ashe replied:

"The world over, 50 million  children start playing tennis, 

5 million learn to play tennis,
500,000 learn professional tennis, 
50,000 come to the circuit, 
5000 reach the  grand slam, 
50 reach Wimbledon, 
4 to semi final,
2 to the finals. 
When I was holding a cup I never asked
GOD 'Why me?'. 

And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?'

Happiness keeps you Sweet, 
Trials keep you Strong, 
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure Keeps you Humble, 
Success keeps you Glowing, 
But only God Keeps you going.....
Keep Going.....

Thursday, March 4, 2010

THE DREADFUL BOARD FEVER

           The Board fever is here!  From the look of things, it seems worse than the deadliest of the deadly crop of fevers that seem to be afflicting scores of people these days.
            Come rainy season and the mosquitoes begin to compete with the Chinese and us Indians to multiply their numbers exponentially.  They seem to be everywhere.  These miniature demons seem to have built-in radar which chooses the safest nook and cranny of the human body to escape detection.  These pesky brats can successfully hoodwink even the most sophisticated state-of-the-art mosquito demolition contraptions.  There is even a fair chance that we can wrestle PoK territories back to our control but our war against the pesky moskis is a goner.
            These evil arthropods bestow upon us a variety of fevers.  We have run out of words in the English language to name these fevers, that we have to borrow from sundry African languages.  So we have these exotic fevers like Chikungunya, Dengue, Ross River fever, Malaria, Filaria and so on.  These illnesses can be debilitating, as anyone stricken by these will vouch for.  But this Board Exam fever seems to beat it all.
           Now, this Board Exam fever is raging high in our home too.  It’s been days since hunger pangs were actually felt; sleep is a rare commodity and counting hundreds of sheep resorted to as a routine.  The telly lies forlorn, untouched, uncared for, ignored, for most part of the day.  Any single sign of entertainment or recreation is frowned upon and shunned.  Books other than school text books and reference books are taboo.  We wait with bated breath for the D-day, our innards all tightly tensely knotted…
          Strangely, this fever seems to affect only us parents-my daughter is merrily going about her everyday business with not a care in the world!!