From the heart of a woman
It rarely occurs to my husband that he needs to plan a surprise for me. Everytime he doesn’t have to take me out to shop for my birthday gift and that even he can shop for me. This is not limited to birthdays and anniversaries. It never occurs to him that the tea cup needs to be put in the sink and not on the kitchen slab. I keep waiting for the day, he will come up and offer his help wholeheartedly.
People never understand the importance of my work. Whenever friends and family make plans and I chose to opt out because of work, they exclaim -” We work full time and yet manage to make plans on weekends. You are working from home and should easily pull out time at your own whims and fancies.” They believe that my job is not a job but just means of keeping myself engaged.
Whenever I read about you or heard about you, I always wondered if such people really exist. How would it be to live with one? Never in my dreams did I know that of all the desires I had, god would address this futile curiosity of mine. Read on to know more about my experiences with an OCD.
I personally feel that as women are getting more and more empowered to make their choices, they are tending to lose their identity. We opt for choices which people force us to. We mould our decisions according to the likes and dislikes of the society. We accept whatever we feel would be looked upto by others.
Shaming a person is no way of encouraging him/her to embrace a particular belief or culture. If you can’t praise and admire someone, then please don’t condemn them so much so that they lose all respect for you and forget all the good work you have done for ages. Finally, I don’t know how to wear a saree. I am definitely not proud of the fact but I am not ashamed even.
Uma belonged to a small town in Kumaon reigon, Uttarakhand. She led a simple life as a homemaker and took care of her household duties and in-laws. She was blessed with 3 beautiful daughters and as they reached their teens, everybody in her town exclaimed …
Anjali was wise enough to make the best use of all the waste and gave a new look to the entire house without a penny of investment. Her neighbors always praised her for managing the household expenses so well and hence, leading a comfortable lifestyle. Anjali was contented with whatever little they had but she always aspired to give the best to her children. A year down the line, people had already started blessing her –“May god grant you a beautiful son.” and god heard them.
With my graduation hat on, the Director’s Gold Medal shining around my neck and holding the degree proudly, I was standing in front of a wall that read ‘Indian Institute of Managerial Science’ and behind the lens was my fiancé, clicking candid pics of mine. …
Our ancestors endured patriarchy and hence even we are expected to follow their footsteps. According to me, that granny is responsible for patriarchy who only wants a grandson as her vanshaj. That mother is responsible who keeps giving birth to girls till she is blessed with a boy. That amma is responsible who keeps reiterating the importance of a son and how parents should invest in a son because he would be their life cover in old age.
We Indians are proud of inheriting habits from our forefathers. One such habit has been running through our genes from ages. And with each passing generation nobody could dampen our ardour of adorning the crown of –‘Sab Chalta hai’ attitude to grace the heads to …