If you want to understand how to become better allies to people with disabilities, then join us at Embracing All Abilities: Including People with Disabilities at Work.
As women, specially as working women, we are often expected to play and excel at various roles in our lives. But sometimes, these roles can overlap and become a little too heavy.
As women, specially as working women, we are often expected to play and excel at various roles in our lives. But sometimes, these roles can overlap and become a little too heavy. These roles often go unnoticed when you lead a double life of a supermom.
About time we appreciate these women in our lives.
All working mothers, I’m reaching out to you We are in the same boat, juggling work and home too Orchestrating lives of our families and our own Pirouetting precariously, afraid of being thrown Out of balance by a mild gust of air One tiny drift from “normal” and beware- The world we have created collapses around us Leaving us dealing with tears, meltdowns and fuss We revise our strategies, plan things anew It might not work, that would be too good to be true Then calamity strikes again, keeping us on our toes Our sanity is threatened, we are in the throes Of self-reproach, fearing we have failed From our situation, we’d love to be bailed..
Then once in a while when stars are aligned Just when you think you are going to lose your mind Your work-life balance you think is flawed But your “perfect” life leaves someone awed And you get the question that you claim you hate- How do you juggle so many things on your plate?” Asked in a tone of wonder, almost reverential You shrug modestly, glad someone saw your potential Say you try your best, give your partner credit You are grinning inwardly, happy they said it This moment of glory prompts you once more To morph into the supermom that your kids adore Suddenly all your trials and tribulations Seem worthwhile, as a result of this validation.
First published here.
Image via Pexels
I am a woman, a physician, a mother and an aspiring writer rolled into one. I write about various aspects of my life, and my preferred form of writing is poetry (or rhyming verses). read more...
Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
As parents, we put a piece of our hearts out into this world and into the custody of the teachers at school and tuition and can only hope and pray that they treat them well.
Trigger Warning: This speaks of physical and emotional violence by teachers, caste based abuse, and contains some graphic details, and may be triggering for survivors.
When I was in Grade 10, I flunked my first preliminary examination in Mathematics. My mother was in a panic. An aunt recommended the Maths classes conducted by the Maths sir she knew personally. It was a much sought-after class, one of those classes that you signed up for when you were in the ninth grade itself back then, all those decades ago. My aunt kindly requested him to take me on in the middle of the term, despite my marks in the subject, and he did so as a favour.
Math had always been a nightmare. In retrospect, I wonder why I was always so terrified of math. I’ve concluded it is because I am a head in the cloud person and the rigor of the step by step process in math made me lose track of what needed to be done before I was halfway through. In today’s world, I would have most probably been diagnosed as attention deficit. Back then we had no such definitions, no such categorisations. Back then we were just bright sparks or dim.
When Jaya Bachchan speaks her mind in public she is often accused of being brusque and even abrasive. Can we think of her prodigious talent and all the bitter pills she has had to swallow over the years?
A couple of days ago, a short clip of a 1998 interview of Jaya and Amitabh Bachchan resurfaced on social media. In this episode of the Simi Grewal chat show, at about the 23-minute mark, Jaya lists her husband’s priorities: one, parents, two kids, then wife. Then she corrects herself: his profession – and perhaps someone else – ranks above her as a wife.
Amitabh looks visibly uncomfortable at this unstated but unambiguous reference to his rather well-publicised affair with co-star Rekha back in the day.
Watching the classic film Abhimaan some years ago, one scene really stayed with me. It was something Brajeshwarlal (David’s character) says in troubled tones during the song tere mere milan ki yeh raina. He says something to the effect that Uma (Jaya Bhaduri’s character) is more talented than Subir (Amitabh Bachchan’s character) and that this was a problem since society teaches us that men are superior to women.
Please enter your email address