On the other side is the irony that we have enough technology to get past the gravity and venture into the outer space, but not enough technology to conduct an exam without having to put the students through the discomfort of a mandated dress code. “To develop the scientific temper, humanism and the spirit of inquiry and reform”, reads the Indian Constitution when it comes to Fundamental duties. Probably the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE) needs a refresher on scientific temper so that they stop depending on dress codes to contain cheating in exams.
Every single visitor who walked in to the prison through the special entry door paid them a minimum of ₹100. More number of bags meant more notes and extra guests for a single inmate meant notes of different colors and higher denominations too. This continued seamlessly throughout the day as if it was no big deal. The transaction looked as if it was a mandatory step of a thoroughly defined process. In fact, you can walk in there any day and you will get to witness it yourself too. I am sure there would be no need for a sting operation as such.
George Orwell had been a lot of things in his life from imperial police to teacher, but he is remembered the best as a writer, novelist and an essayist. Although Orwell did not live past 1950, his works have continued to influence not only his readers and other writers, but also the political culture of all these years. His creations rendered a new adjective to the language – Orwellian indicating a totalitarian regime and a set of whole new terms which continue to be relevant even in the modern societal and political discourses
Travelling alone in a city with no specific agenda leaves you with ample time to appreciate those beautiful little things that light up the spirit of the city. That fellow lone traveller, a part of whose face is hidden behind his wise- looking beard and reading glasses , the rest of which is buried in the book he reads; the chuckling brother- sister duo who discuss animatedly about what they see across the windows; the carefree young dude whose music reaches you over the rattling rails and gushing wind; an elderly gentleman who held his wife’s hands all along the journey and those assuring smiles they always exchanged. They all did have me smiling all through the day.
Bara is a short read but it does make some impressive political observations in just a handful of pages. What surprises me the most is that this was written more than 30 years ago, yet the questions that the author raised then is still relevant. When he tells the protagonist, “Are you a bureaucrat? Are you a revolutionary? You delude yourself that you can be both”, doesn’t it remind you of the likes of Kiran Bedi, Arvind Kejriwal or Irom Sharmila?
The moment a woman walks out of the door, she is either groped, stalked, catcalled or intimidated with inappropriate gestures every single day. Yes, EVERY SINGLE DAY. That way every single day becomes a Day of Shame, every night, a Night of Shame, every city, a city of Shame and every country, a Country of Shame.Every woman who steps out of the house is a warrior herself because she prepares herself every day to deal with these dirty Romeos on roads, buses, trains and public spaces. Street harassment is one of the biggest issues that women have faced from time immemorial irrespective of age, race and geography
In the recent times there has been a heightened awareness about A2 milk being healthier while A1 (which actually is the popular variant) is said to cause health issues. However, a little reading into this whole story makes me believe this is another one of those scams where corporations dupe you into believing something for mere business reasons.
Real and inspiring is the story of the Phogat girls. However the story of their mother is what concerns me more. The trauma of multiple pregnancies for the want of a son, the agony of being put down for not being able to bear a son is still a harsh reality for a lot of unfortunate women across the country even in states that boast of a healthy gender ratio or a better literacy rate.
Imagine a chilly breeze coupled with warmth of of cooking, a soul stirring music with heart wrenching lyrics and a cup of coffee to sip through it 🙂 At times there is an additional blessing of dew drops trickling down my window pane or a mild drizzle or chirps of seagulls on the roof next door. I don’t ask for anything more or may be just one thing more.
சமூகம் நிர்ணயித்த கொடுங்கோட்பாடுகளை எல்லாம் தகர்த்தெறியும் தன்னம்பிக்கை நிறைந்த பெண்கள். தங்களுக்கான சரி தவறுகளை தாங்களே தீர்மானிக்க தெரிந்த பெண்கள். எனினும் இவர்கள் மின் காட்டிற்குள் வாழும் விட்டில் பூச்சிகள். நவநாகரீக உலகில் வாழ்ந்தாலும் இவர்கள் வாழ்க்கை ஒன்றும் எளிதானது அல்ல. விடியும் ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் ஒரு புது போராட்டமே. இவர்களின் போராட்டங்கள் வேறு வகையானதாய் இருக்கலாம், ஆனால் நிஜமானவையே. இந்த போராட்டங்களின் நடுவில் உடைந்து பின் உறுதிகொள்ளும் இவர்களில் நான் என்னை காண்கிறேன்.