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An 'ordinary woman', an 'ordinary' mom, representative of every woman, speaks of the struggle between the dichotomy in her mind, about the way she feels about everyday things.
Ordinary woman
An ‘ordinary woman’, an ‘ordinary’ mom, representative of every woman, speaks of the struggle between the dichotomy in her mind, about the way she feels about everyday things.
The ordinary woman. No, no, I am not talking about the housewife. The ordinary woman is the one who is not dumb, but not so intelligent either. She is not orthodox but she is not modern too. She is somewhere in the middle, the ordinary woman is the average woman, more like the middle order batsman.
I fall into this category. I am always hanging in the middle, wanting to reach higher, resisting the force from below and trying hard to balance.
I want my children to go to the best school, learn to speak English fluently, but I feel bad that they don’t speak in their mother tongue.
I want my children to play, get trained in some sport, but I am worried that it may effect their studies. The average mind doesn’t get convinced that sports can be a career too. I want them to be good in academics, so they can be sure of a career, because I am scared.
I want to teach the kids everything about good touch, bad touch, but I convince myself that it’s ok! My kids need not know all that so soon.
I want my kids to hang out with all the smart children but I don’t want them to party with them.
I buy short dresses for my girls but have a problem if other girls wear their dresses short.
I want to have fun, enjoy life, dress up but I don’t like women who wear skimpy dresses and are having fun.
I want to learn new things but I don’t want to give that time to myself, lest I am labeled selfish.
I am in awe of ladies who excel in their chosen careers but I convince myself that they are not good mothers.
So, this neither there nor here state, makes me an average woman, an ordinary mom.
We are the ones who want to be wished on Women’s Day and then sulk that the whole idea is nonsense.
After putting down all these thoughts here, I am feeling like laughing heartily and I don’t feel ordinary anymore.
How can I be ordinary, if I know my failings?
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Rajshri Deshpande, who played the fiery protagonist in Trial by Fire along with Abhay Deol speaks of her journey and her social work.
Rajshri Deshpande as the protagonist in ‘Trial by Fire’, the recent Netflix show has received raving reviews along with the show itself for its sensitive portrayal of the Uphaar Cinema Hall fire tragedy, 1997 and its aftermath.
The limited series is based on the book by the same name written by Neelam and Shekhar Krishnamoorthy, who lost both their children in the tragedy. We got an opportunity to interview Rajshri Deshpande who played Neelam Krishnamoorthy, the woman who has been relentlessly crusading in the court for holding the owners responsible for the sheer negligence.
Rajshri Deshpande is more than an actor. She is also a social warrior, the rare celebrity from the film industry who has also gone back to her roots to give to poverty struck farming villages in her native Marathwada, with her NGO Nabhangan Foundation. Of course a chance to speak with her one on one was a must!
“What is a woman’s job, Ramesh? Taking care of parents-in-law, husband, children, home and things at work—all at the same time? She isn’t God or a superhuman."
The arrays of workstations were occupied by people peering into their computer screens. The clicks of keyboard keys were punctuated by the occasional footsteps moving around to brainstorm or collaborate with colleagues in their cubicles. Most employees went about their tasks without looking at the person seated on either side of their workstation. Meenakshi was one of them.
The thirty-one-year-old marketing manager in a leading eCommerce company in India sat straight in her seat, her eyes on the screen, her fingers punching furiously into the keys. She was in a flow and wanted to finish the report while the thoughts and words were coming effortlessly into her mind.
Natu-Natu. The mellifluous ringtone interrupted her thoughts. She frowned at her mobile phone with half a mind to keep it ringing until she noticed the caller’s name on the screen, making her pick up the phone immediately.
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