Showing posts with label joy of writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy of writing. Show all posts

Friday, March 4, 2016

Why are we handing down a legacy of prejudice? #ShareTheLoad



This ad really moved me while it also brought into perspective how I never had to deal with any of this and how lucky I am. Ariel, good job!




I remember it like it was yesterday, I was the bride. I was dressed up and a general sense of happiness was all around me. Everyone kept reminiscing their wedding and how much had changed. A few days leading up to my wedding were very special, however, there would be someone who would ask me out of concern "how will you manage home?" because it was obvious that I was a pampered child. (A claim I often contest, but know its true). What people didn't realise was that my loving mother is also a tough task master who made sure I learnt everything I could. She didn't want me to learn things so I could be married, but simply because  she wanted me to be independent. A stance she always made clear.

I have seen the pattern where the questions don't stop at home making, they go into detail about cooking, laundry, how about  whatever else that is considered a"woman's job" (Thankfully, this wasn't happening in my case). Even now, any time these questions come up from friends,  I try not to get into an argument... but I end up with a debate on my hands anyway. If someone I do not wish to argue with pushes me,  I most certainly say "Woh haina, he'll help" and be on receiving end of a look of horror. Always. The very idea that my husband helps me comes as a shock to many.

It's been about a year and a half and my 'other half' has been truly living up to his role. Doing half and sometimes even more. I don't talk about him helping me, rather, I proudly tell my friends and family that we divide work, he sometimes does laundry and cooks (excellently, may I add); I don't think he's ever been insecure about his 'manliness' either and we don't bother with people who say 'it's not his job'. Everything is everyone's job.

When you have a home together, one that is full of love and understanding there is no need to debate whether the other person actually deserves your help. It comes to you naturally. I keep reflecting on the many men and women who think that some roles are for men and women. There aren't any though.

When I talk to many of my friends, one thing I realise is that it's not very obvious that men have an equal part to play in household chores. I've heard women going back from work, while their husbands wait for them to come make dinner! What kind of unfairness is this? Although I know cooking food is not everyone's thing, how about a little help around the house? putting things away? doing the dishes, may be?

I don't use the word shocked that often, but when I saw that 2 out of 3 kids think laundry is their mothers job, it got me thinking. Why? Why do kids think that some work belongs to their mum, I guess it's simply because they see them doing it all the time, as a kid it would be easy to assume. These are not abusive husbands or negligent fathers we're talking about, rather about good people with good education, with a deep sense of empathy and yet, they fail in helping their spouse or daughters out. So I decided that I am joining the Ariel #ShareTheLoad campaign at BlogAdda and blogging about the prejudice related to household chores being passed on to the next generation.

The more I think about these prejudices, I feel the reason for having them is that we've been trained to think in that way. We've handed down a legacy of prejudices. An example comes to mind; it's like why I never questioned why the bus conductor gives me the ticket, I always assumed that it was his/her job. I've not been taught to think differently. I was never (until recently) told that I needed to demand a ticket and it was not their job to ensure I had a ticket.

Dear women, your job is no less important that your husband's. Your job is not "optional". It isn't a "choice". You do not owe it to anyone to cook, clean and make sure your house looks presentable. Do it if you really find joy in it.

Educate your daughters and sons that they have to help, that's just basic decency. Teach them that, if you want to teach them anything at all.

Dear people who expect the women in their lives to deliver, this women's day before you wish her and head out in a clean shirt she's picked out and a box she's packed. Tell her that you appreciate what she does, better yet, take a small step. Help her. Start small.

Friday, May 24, 2013

"Insert cliche Hindi Film friendship quote"

Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

I have a lot of friends who are the very reason I stay sane or insane I should say. They let me be myself, they let me accept myself and they love me for exactly who I am. I wouldn't have been this person had it not been these people who kept my insanity in check.

I've always had many guy friends, my best buddy is one. I've never had too many girl buddies (even after having been in an all girls school). I have no problem with girls, I've had just never met "the one" or "the two". That changed in Bangalore, Each day, I am glad I wake up with my phone list that shows at least a few names I can call. I make this post to two people who I love very very dearly. I cannot make this post without stressing enough on how important these people have been to me.

This post is to my extended family, I guess I will have to write separate posts about Dipti, Swati, Ann, Zuli, Poorvi because they are awesome. But this post I make out especially to Zainab and Pooja; my roommates, my extended family, my late night call buddies, my cry my heart out to people, talk crap and forget people.

This is a story that goes back 2 years. I go to this awesome PG next to the college I studied at, it was a  nice place, I asked the aunty there who my roommates would be, she said she had options for 3 flats and I picked Flat 1. That was the BEST decision I made. I picked flat 1 for the only reason that aunty said these people work and are not students, so it struck me that I would possibly get the house to myself a lot and I could have silence around the house all the time. (I was to be blamed for all the chaos that ensued in that flat).

Day one of the moving in.  -  Generally, I get along well with people older than or younger than me it's just my age that I struggle with. I had moved in all my stuff previously and then comeback in June to live. I hadn't met any of these people, so I was full of anticipation   Day one, I finished college and walked home and fell asleep, as usual both Zainab and Pooja were at work. So I did a 'flat to myself' jump of joy and went on to read some and then fall asleep.

First impressions aren't everything, I can tell you from my experience from these two. The first day was not all great, I had fallen asleep on the couch after reading and at about 7 in the evening Pooja enters. I am tall and I had occupied the entire couch, Pooja screams to another roommate, "Arre toh aise hi hall me soyegi kya?" she was clearly annoyed that I was sleeping in the hall. (LOL) it gets better, I wake up. I walk in without a word. I am just out of my sleep and just wondering if I'm going to be bullied by all these ' grown ups' in the house. (I was wrong; Pooja was the one who got the maximum amount of torture)  BTW, later these same people covered me with a blanket when I fell asleep and tiptoed around me when I slept. Yelled at my other roomie for switching on the TV when I was sleeping and stuff like that.

Zainab I hadn't met till the second day, Zainab doesn't really like people who are annoying. She is very straight forward about that. She is just 'I will beat you up if you mess with me' person. You know when she is pissed, she hates 'stupid people'. The problem was ,I am no engineer, I just assumed I was one of those  'stupid people' she would be annoyed with.  I was just going to try really hard to be friends since we clearly had nothing in common. I was a communications person, these were engineers. If they weren't so nice,  my engineer buddies really would have beat me up for how much I troubled them.

Once you get to know Zainab, you know how adorable she is and once I knew how she really was was, I realised how wrong I was about her initially. Zainab is a fashionista if I know one. This woman knows stuff. It's just really fun to discuss everything from books to boredom. We can talk about boredom, like *actually* talk about it. I've spent many waking hours talking about everything under the sun, late into the night. We'd suddenly realise it was 3 in the morning and then try to fall asleep. Her sense of humour is quite awesome. You should get her to do a few famous impressions. (Amazing)

With these two people I've shared a friendship that comes with a lot of kindness, a lot of genuine concern, a lot of joy. This friendship is based on a lot of respect. Although I've chosen to ridicule Pooja on soo many things, I had this nickname for Pooja (Saala Engineer) I called her. It was not to mock engineers. There was just no disrespect at all. (None intended at engineers reading this). Pooja says the most random things, it gets all complicated when she is talking and then you have to stop her and go 'Oye! Engineer' that's her cue to explain again. That is all. Pooja defies laws of Physics, just like that. But I know when she does it intentionally  as well. Just to get us to laugh about it.

With Zainab the friendship is based on our mutual hatred for certain things, ;) as a group we hated Hindi TV Shows and I just get a kick out of criticizing every goddamn thing on TV. I've collectively seen what feels like a million years of TV time. (Most I've ever seen in my life). I watched these shows only to piss Pooja and the fellow roomies. Zainab and I teamed up. On one of the days we just thought what roles we would fit into and Zainab and Me were immediately cast as the villians (The evil nanad and devrani type people).  I know we were being silly but we enjoyed this,  Pooja who was the kind and submissive character. I still remember telling Pooja ' Zara baby ke liye paani garam karna" (I'm not a bad person, I was only joking because Pooja is just too kind and we wanted her to lose some of it, to make us look good. We'd all burst laughing after that.Okay, Pooja starts most of her sentences for me with 'Kaminey...' (Just so you know I wasnt being abusive)

This stuff wont make sense to anybody. This is all contextual, but I really wanted to write about them. These are people who took care of me when I was down with a terrible fever. They were people who called up from work to ask me how I'm feeling, they (All my roomies) have thrown me a birthday party when I was not expecting it.. They've seen me at my worst. They are probably the first set people I will choose to tell about things in my life.

This post really brings back the wonderful things we did as roommates, I share completely different friendship dynamic with both of them, but both equally important. Every phone conversation I've had with both of them has lasted a few hours and in these hours we have gone from being happy to sad and back to happy again. We've all had our challenges to work with and we've all done it and dealt with them in the best way we can. Hell! We've done excellently!

I missing living with these people, I miss those "girly" Friday nights, those Pizza treats, all that hanging around comm street and brigade. I miss living with people who know to have patience, I miss calling Pooja 'Bai', I miss hating things with Zainab, these people know how to treat with kindness, to love without conditions, to point out exactly when I am being a complete nut case! There are so many things I could tell you about my friends and about the time I spent with them, those late night ice creams we shared, the dinners we've had, TV shows we've loved. I wish this post wasn't already this long and I wasn't bursting with excitement to post this.


**Most of the things I talk to either of them are unsuitable for the blog post; let me just refrain from writing about them.**







Thursday, May 23, 2013

Looks like I won a Liebster -Share the joy! :D

Seeing how writing truly defines me, I thought this was a good time to say it out loud. Well, I hadnt written in the last  few months because I was not in the right place in my mind to pen down anything worth publishing. I had lost any and all inclination to so much as log in and see what's up with my blog. (That's the first time, ever).
But then, I got an update from my blog from http://cantstoponychophagy.blogspot.in who said my blog was picked for an award, considering how I had just not written in very long, I was surprised. Anyway, I've seen the pretty award pinned on awesome blogs and the chance to embellish my blog with one of these babies was just too irresistible.I started writing in the month of April and it got very personal. It stayed in my drafts folder for quite sometime, and now that I am out of my self imposed break. I thought this should be a good thing to write about and who better to celebrate it with then people who love writing.  And so this .



 I read the instructions   below which I'm following now. 
Liebster Award is used to highlight smaller, lesser known blogs, blogs that have less than 200 followers. Liebster (the word means kindest, dearest, beloved, cute, endearing in German) is an award that you accept with an intention of paying it forward.

While accepting the award you have to:

a. Post 11 things about yourself
b. Answer 11 questions set by the nominator
c. Choose 11 deserving bloggers meeting the criteria
d. Set 11 questions for them.
e. Inform the nominee by commenting on one of their posts.
You are not obligated to accept the award to send it forward. This is just a way to get a word out about new blogs that your followers may not know.

a. Post 11 things about yourself

  1. I am a coffee addict.
  2. I prefer to work late nights, not early mornings. 
  3. I love cats,dogs, mice and all animals. 
  4. I have a sleeping schedule worse than a bat. (I'm probably Batman)
  5.  I am a feminist .
  6.  I want to own a book store or be a librarian
  7. Chocolates -They are my weakness. 
  8.  I have unrealistic ideas about love.
  9. I like a lot of the bollywood gaana bajana! Not a fan of the movies. .
  10. I love rains and I am named after them.
  11. I've bought many books only because they are pretty. I've not read or intend to read them. (Judging the book by its cover)
  12. Bonus :I'm fluent in Cat language. I'm haz too much humour.  
b. Answer 11 questions set by the nominator
1. What made you start your blog? 
I wanted to write something  somewhere and diaries were becoming too tedious to maintain.

2. What would make you stop blogging? 
Writers block. or if I am in bad place personally.Nothing else. 

3. Who is your favorite Blogger? 
I have none, I dont even follow that many blogs. But I must say there was this one about a woman who wrote about her adventures, she was 40 something and going back to college it as about how she loves writing, sadly I lost the bookmarked page and I cannot remember her name or her blog. It was one gem of a blog. 

4. Which according to you is your best post till now? 
Well, It is probably the one called 'The Last Tree Standing"

5. Who was the first person you told about your blog? 
I think it was random facebook message to a bunch of friends.

6. Who was your first blog follower?
I dont really remember.

7. How long do you usually take to write a post? 
Most of the posts I want to write is already in my mind, takes me an hour tops.

8. Are you concerned about page view counts? 
Absolutely not. I stopped writing after my page view shot up. (Weirdly and unintentionally)

9. Does having less than 200 followers matter to you?
Nope.

10. What is the best part of blogging?
Getting a platform to vent out

11. Do you encourage others to start blogging?
Absolutely! I would scream from rooftops to tell people to get writing and posting stuff.

c. Choose 11 deserving bloggers meeting the criteria

And the Award winners are.....
Dang! I dont even have 11 blogs to recommend. Like seriously.
  1. My pen pal! - http://www.nivedisblog.blogspot.in/ -Nivedita. Keep the posts coming :D
  2. The second one to a follower of my blog - http://www.beingtraveler.com/ Thanks Himanshu. Keep travelling and writing
  3. To another wonderful blog - http://musingofmumbaimalayalee.blogspot.in/ Aswathy, cheers to some really good writing. 
  4. My best friend, literally my 2AM person! - https://diptihulawane.wordpress.com
  5. Next up, twitter friend -http://mysterious-kaddu.blogspot.in/ -Chicky, I love your day wise break up of the blog. Brilliant idea! 
  6. Another follower of my blog.  -http://ankitmahato.blogspot.in/ (Thanks for bearing with the writing, Ankit)
  7. This one is for Richa Singh, she was the first 'stranger' (At the time) to comment on my blog. http://subzeroricha.blogspot.in/ also, her writing is really awesome! 
  8.  And Parv. http://parvkaushik.blogspot.in/ Amazing content! Super smart stuff, fellow bibliophile. Very intellectual too!
d. Set 11 questions for them
1)What would your first book be called?
2)Have you entered into a heated debate because someone disagrees with your post? (Offline/online)
3)On a scale of 1 -10 how would your rate your writing?
4) What is your greatest addiction?
5)What is the best thing that your blog has done for you?
6)What is your process of writing?
7)Have you won a Liebster award previously? (How did it feel?) (How does it feel now?)
8)Who was the first person who told you that you should write?
9)What is your idea of a perfect day?
10)What is the inspiration for the name of your blog?
11)Complete the sentence " There is always something that makes me_______________________"

e. Inform the nominee by commenting on one of their posts.
Done..!!!

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