There was a flood of applause across the hall. No wonder people missed to catch the ‘bitter’ and ‘better’. In such an earsplitting throng also I managed to hear “kabhi aati nahi phir bhi creative employee award mil jati hai ... Kya makhan mari karti hain ye ladkiyaan ...”
I seriously could not get the point there. Is it the ego as he was sharing the award with her or the looked down attitude on her?
Back to her 'bitter' and 'better'. A week before this conference I saw her strangling around something over the phone probably with her spouse.
Some things come upon us gently, and sometimes with a giant boom-crash-and-bang.
Either way, after the initial chaos, I believe change always leads to a better and happier place. And it is to embrace and welcome, to smile and feel good about.
Although I never wanted to stalk but eventually I ended up doing that by sipping a coffee and picking up a magazine pretending to ignore her presence in the cafeteria.
“What point is there when life becomes a compulsory treadmill? You have to get off and get a breath of fresh air, take a walk in the park”.
But unlike the others, I did notice tears streaming down her face and I am reminded that information is a powerful thing.
Later I have learnt that her constraints want her to be a good, ideal home maker and not leading the Asia’s business. But again, is it the compromise or the authority?
The following weekend, I had my friend at my doorstep in a very unusual hour of the night.
Before I could inquire, the heavy sniveling stopped to speak...
“I feel my pulse aloud in my ear. But trust me; I am just pushed to the wall.
I couldn’t do anything. I lost my job... I lost my career...I lost the aspiration…”
I interrupted to say … Have you lost the freedom of expression?
But again... I had to agree on this for a normal employee VS the continent’s head.
“Some things never really leave you. They stalk you now as they have stalked you before. The past haunts you; the present kills you with the realization that tomorrow will be the same or even worse!! There is no escape route, nothing to hold on to, no dream, no light at the end of the tunnel, not even family to keep you sane”.
What do we call this as …Gender exploitation?
Other day, I have spotted this in the news of a village where every woman was laid down on the roads and the so –called Babaji walked over them. This is to be considered as a tribute for the well being of the family of those women, who bore his leg. Ridiculous but true, this is followed on the great consent of the men of every family which has a lady. Are they left with choice?
Well this isn’t about women empowerment but this a clean pun for the one who says the new era is the women’s era. Educated or uneducated, power or professional, women have always spun in the spring. Even today, people don’t talk about Chinmayi Sripada as youth icon but acknowledges Ranvijay.
I am sure no guy would say his all time role model is his mother.
I am sure no one knows what is the first dream of the woman at their home had.
I am sure no one knows why they have that uninvited attitude when talking to a lady.
I am sure no one knows why the lady’s untold is always unheard.
Is it just because she is a women?
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