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"My story is no different from millions of others who came before me. I'm the common woman you see on the streets, bazaars, workplaces doing their jobs and going home..."
“My story is no different from millions of others who came before me. I’m the common woman you see on the streets, bazaars, workplaces doing their jobs and going home…”
I believe every person ought to work for a living and there can be no two ways about it. Your being in a better place with silver or golden spoon is no reason why you shouldn’t work.
Work defines your identity and validates your existence in this world.
By work, I don’t just mean being at a workstation or power dressing. It is making an honest living and proving your self worth without a powerful surname or family tags. Work or careers for women provide the essential financial security and stability without which empowerment is an empty word. Careers give women a window to the world and a vision for the future.
When we say working women smash the glass ceiling, it is because they are no longer pushed against the walls of patriarchy that crushed their spirit.
Women working in fields, farms, construction sites, factories, industries, defence services, medicine, science and technology, education, government – unseen, nameless or faceless though they might seem are just as important even though they aren’t spoken of or seen like those from the glamour industry, fashion or media.
Each time I watch a traffic policewoman at the busy crossroad manoeuver hundreds of vehicles in the blistering heat, undeterred, seeking no special treatment because of her gender, armed with only a whistle, without any cheering or claps, I can only admire her grit and tenacity.
When women toil in fields, farms or construction sites only to return home to chores and half empty bellies, when I think of the thousands who travel in gruelling subhuman conditions in public transport beating the heat, crowds or prowling hands to prove their rightful existence, is when I’m proud to be a woman who holds up the other half of the sky, spirits undaunted.
My story is no different from millions of others who came before me. I’m the common woman you see on the streets, bazaars, workplaces doing their jobs and going home, who lived in anonymity when nobody gave a second glance until we carried a fake Vuitton or Prada and have no pretensions or claims to have changed the world or others’ lives.
My identity is as a mother’s daughter, shaped by women ironically tagged patriarchal names like every other. My mother migrated to Mumbai after marriage armed with her proud SSLC, typing and shorthand certificates hopeful of finding a job. Yes, she did take up one, which wasn’t a very regular thing to do those days when women hardly stepped outside the umbhartha (thresholds) of their homes.
Education and financial independence are our ticket to self respect she taught me: an advice that will stay with me.
Remember to never give up, come whatever may, marriage and children are only a part, not our whole lives. Often, I was tempted to throw away my job, but, remembered her words in a stern kind of warning – you mess up your life if you short-change your priorities.
She felt that home, husbands, kids, in-laws are excuses to not keep your job – unless you have legacy or inheritance. What she really meant was that a job brought much needed stability in relationship equations for women, putting them in a position to negotiate the terms of endearment.
Today if taking a break, or a sabbatical are new concepts unheard of by women of my generation, just like flexible timings, work from home and start-ups that offer better possibilities, women are definitely in a better place today than we were before.
Nobody asks a man of his choice whether to work, so why then must it be any different for a woman? Why must women be expected to stay at home and look after families when it’s supposed to be a responsibility for both partners to keep a home running? Raising kids, in-laws, chores aren’t sufficient reasons to not have careers, unless it is a dire situation.
Yes, I went on to work for 28 years with the Income Tax department and finally resigned to do something different. My job with the revenue services earned me security for which I’m thankful, but I turned to do what always I loved…teaching. Today, I am a volunteer teacher for underprivileged kids in a local Hindi medium school. I’m doing my bit towards a society that raised me to become what I am. I’m a blogger with multiple digital publishing platforms. Yes, it was an uncertain start with a format so new and meant for millennials they said, but, never should you give up on what you want from life. I love sharing life stories with people who care to listen. No, I don’t have resources or extraordinary talents than knowledge, education and experiences of life.
So, women keep the flag flying..someday when you look back on the journey, you must have the satisfaction of having found a reason for your existence and a life worth lived.
p.s: Ordinary people have extraordinary experiences. Try and hear the story of the woman next to you – it’s only that we never knew of them.
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My house-help asked excitedly, “I am going for wedding. Can you let me wear your red & black saree? To be honest I was stumped for a moment; I didn’t know what to say but I still said yes.
I lent a gorgeous saree to my house-help for a wedding in her family. Soon I stated getting questions if I would wear that saree again or if I was okay to be seen wearing the same saree my house-help was wearing?
We are all so conditioned to give our used clothes to our house-helps but are we okay to wear the clothes they were wearing?
A few days ago she came excitedly to me, “I am going for a family wedding. I want to wear your red & black saree, Ill wash and give it to you after the function. Please can you let me wear it?”
Beauty is a very clever, very evil capitalist tool. It traps those who have it into hanging on to it for dear life and those who don't into mutilating, torturing themselves to achieve the unachievable.
I recently wrote a piece about MP Shashi Tharoor’s tweet in which he had shared a pic with six women parliamentarians tagging them and saying “Who says the Lok Sabha isn’t an attractive place to work?”
There was a rash of comments on the post shared on Instagram, which ranged from “chill, it’s just a compliment” and “stop overthinking compliments”, to (worried) men lamenting about “these feminazi”.
Here’s my answer to all those comments.
Returning to work after a career break is not easy given mindsets in India as well as women's internal conflicts. Return to work tips from a working mother.
Returning to work after a career break is not easy given mindsets in India as well as women’s internal conflicts. Return to work tips from a working mother who’s been there, done that.
I was in the midst of a successful career, really busy making it work for me, when suddenly I had to pause unexpectedly; I was pregnant…expecting our first child. Well, that did not bother me and all seemed fine until I noticed things were changing around me.
The meetings were getting fewer and there were not many new projects coming to my kitty. I was still performing like before but my boss’ perception of me and my abilities had changed. Not liking this, I tried to fight but it was a hidden gun pointed at my face; needless to say, I did not survive the bullet.
"Why did you leave your job?" The dismissiveness that accompanies this question to mothers who choose to leave paid work is disheartening.
“Why did you leave your job?” The dismissiveness that accompanies this question to mothers who choose to leave paid work is disheartening.
Judgment. We all do it somehow and we all come under the radar. No matter how hard you tell yourself that you won’t be affected by it, you are!
My first company selected me when I was 22 years old. It was a gold mine offer for someone who had slaved throughout her academic cycle to make it to the next class. Being selected along with the cream of our MBA college placed an invisible tiara on my head. That first salary got good green papers in my bank account, and in the next three years they increased multifold. Then came the biggest decision of my life – I got myself married to my better half, who by the way, belongs to a different faith.