It Doesn’t Matter if Those Tiny Shoes Are Blue or Pink!

“Phir se ladki hui he!”(You have given birth to a girl again). This was the first thing I heard, when my second child was born. The duty nurse walked in and placed her by my side. I was exhausted after the long labor and was bleeding excessively. I glanced at her, all pink and tiny, when a single tear drop slipped down my eye. I was happy. My baby was just fine. Hubby and I were elated when we realized that our second bundle of joy was on its way. The nine months seemed too long for us three- and my

Really Educated? #AtoZChallenge

Really… Are we actually “educating” individuals, or merely “qualifying them”, piling on degrees after degrees?  I bumped into Mrs. S at a birthday party yesterday. We aren’t really friends but have had a long association, professionally. A lady with a motor mouth, who seldom knew what diplomacy, was. And anyways in kiddo birthday parties, amidst all the screams and squeaks of children, her loud voice may really not bother you much. It all started with someone complimenting my prettily dressed girls. “How cute little girls look in party frocks, shoes and shimmers,” he said. Mrs. S took no time to

Should I really advice my daughter that there isn’t any difference in being a boy or girl?

Sheela raised this question as we both scuttled for a seat in the crowded Delhi Metro. The one hour commute between Rajiv Chowk and Huda City Centre gave us enough time to share tidbits of our daily lives. “Of course you should”, I said. “Girls are leaving a mark in every field these days. Opportunities are aplenty and there should be no restrictions on the basis of gender”. “I thought so too”, said Sheela. “But off late I have begun to realize 100% gender equality is utopian and does not exist”. I was stumped to hear this from Sheela. I

The Red Spike Shoes

The green trunk lay open today. It had been more than a decade, since it saw the light of the day. As Bindiya moved her hands into it, she felt a dull sting. A smile crossed her face.  She picked it up delicately, as though a tiny infant lay in its folds. The cloth that wrapped it had faded away, what once must have been a colorful piece of apparel. As the layers unfolded, her treasure stood bare in her hands.  It was in perfect condition. Memories of those bygone days came flooding to Bindiya. The Junior National Athletic Meet in

Pads Against Sexism

The recent campaign in Jadavpur University, Kolkata, has caused quite a furor. It was the sanitary napkin campaign, in protest against India’s patriarchy and rape culture. A group of students calling themselves ‘Periods’ had messages written on sanitary napkins. These were then stuck on walls all across the campus. The scribbled messages were clear- to break society’s taboo on speaking about menstruation, bring about gender sensitization and the stigma of those raped or molested. The protests were drawn in line with the international ‘Pads Against Sexism’ campaign that was started on International Women’s Day (March 8) by a German woman named

The Vanishing Brides of Haryana

“All names of people have been changed to protect their identity.” Rewari is a small district in the south of Haryana, around 50 odd kilometers away from the National Capital. I met Balbir Hooda and his wife Poonam Devi here. Richard and I were out on our weekly field trip when we met them. Courteous and extremely hospitable, the couple invited us over for lunch in their modest home, overlooking a paddy field. Haryana is blessed with cattle wealth, and this was visible in the lunch served. Hot parathas (handmade flat bread) soaked with homemade “tindi ghee” (clarified butter), with