Thursday, March 11, 2010

the quota can

The women's reservation Bill has opened yet another can of quota worms. Makes a woman feel so dependent on the crumbs of male psycology to become independent and '"empowered"'" --whatever that means.
Going by these yardsticks the entire world would be cut up into reservation pieces and devoured by some community or the other. What surprises me is that nobody talks about a compulsory quota for women or the SC/ST/OBC/MBC in primary education. Actually the government does not really have any schools for the general category, forget the reserved ones.
Parliament seats are bequeathed to us free so let us cut them up.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

eve teasing

May be marriage has given me some extra courage. Having lived in Delhi all my life I have learnt to avoid suggestive comments, brushing against body parts and other lewd deeds of otherwise perfectly normal looking men. But today suddenly wanted to tharsh a twosome who were doing some hanky panky.

Monday, June 8, 2009

importance of marriage

Having being happily married for six months now, sometimes I review the painful process of finding a partner that I went through for nearly five years. For those who would be surprised at the time period should not be for as it now appears to me, it is quite common in the great institution of Indian arranged marriages to look around for this long. It is only when your parents are contemplating suicide after much frustration and you are at the end of self esteem that you come across somebody with whom you can spend your life with or whatever is left of it sby this time.
The biggest and the most common denominator for choosing a partner specially if you are a man is the physical appearance of a girl though you might not even qualify to be presentable. Though I would not deny that this is the same in case of a woman but still beauty is the key word when looking for a wife and modern Indian men also like to stick to that yardstick specially the fairness of a girls's skin followed by the what is describe by most a "homely" the meaning for which is yet to be deciphered by many including me.
Having gone through the processes of meeting umpteen guys who either rejected me or were rejected by me, I was so glad to finally settle down with a guy that I wa quite on the seventh heaven with joy.
It so happens that sometimes when I see some of my friends going througg that phase now, I have the same feeling which I had when I had passed my board exams and other people were appearing for it. Ha Ha. My best wishes to all those who are still looking.