The typecasting syndrome

Instance 1 
A little boy cries because a certain thing does not go his way. 
"Don't cry. Are you a girl to cry?", snubs the parent.

Instance 2 
Another little boy whines for some reason. 
"Don't whine. Only girls whine", chides the parent.

Instance3
An innocent lad plays an innocent game of "dress-up" or is playing with a kitchen set
"Don't play like this. Only girls play this game."

Instance 4
A small boy falls down while playing, is hurt and is crying.
"Stop crying now. Be brave and strong. You are a boy."

Yes, the crying had to be stopped. But the more important lesson to be taught is that, that it is OK when sometimes things don't go your way and life has to be taken in its stride. Unfortunately the only lesson learnt is-boys cannot/should not cry and that the expression, rather than the reason, is wrong.

Yes, whining is not a pleasant way to react to a particular situation. The boy had to be taught that one cannot keep complaining about a certain situation and that it is up to us to turn any situation to our advantage instead of looking at the negative side of it. However the lesson learnt was that girls generally behave in a disapproving manner.

Little kids like to play dress-up as it gives them an opportunity to explore and experiment. It is not important or necessary to give them an insight of worldly perception right then. The understanding or perception that the kitchen belongs to girls/women is injected so subtly yet effectively at this tender age that when these boys become husbands, it is no surprise to see them continue to hold the thought.

To cry when you are hurt physically and mentally is a way of expression. There is no harm in shedding tears if you are going to feel better at the end of it. Be it when you are 3 or 30. It is a natural reflex and it gives relief.  When you deny someone the right to express in a particular manner, there is every likelihood of the emotion getting manifested in a different level and perhaps unpleasant manner.

Girls have as much right to lessons of courage and bravery as boys. Masculinity and femininity have nothing to do with the gender. Yin-yang, male-female, X and Y are just attributes that are applicable to any living being. No one person can live a balanced and fulfilled life with just one set of emotions functioning. Being sensitive, kind and compassionate does not make a man effeminate. In fact, it makes him much more humane.

Maybe if we could stop typecasting our children and be more sensitive to what we say, we can perhaps raise a generation that is far more sensitive towards the other gender, less violent in thoughts and action, and more considerate and compassionate to the others' feelings. A new world of goodness in the future-however distant it might seem today-might perhaps be a possibility and reality. Can we hope and try?

Person or procedure- who takes precedence?

I wanted to surrender an insurance policy taken years ago. I took it on a whim as soon as I began my first job and never really understood the benefits, if at all. Over the years, especially after changing cities, it became a pain to service it as the online payment rarely worked. To add to it, I no longer have a steady flow of income, so it didn't really make sense maintaining the policy. So, I decided to surrender it. Simple enough, right? Wrong! When you buy something, you don't need to move a finger, just work them enough to dole out the required cash and lo, behold, the world is placed at your feet. But when you want to get rid of the product, you are made to feel miserable in many ways.

Firstly, I realized that I had misplaced the policy bond. My fault. Totally, I agree. But, the procedure to get a duplicate one is like sentencing a person to life imprisonment and then hanging him at the end of it. That's not all. When you go to the office, you realize that complimentary punishments like a name correction, signature change and address correction are involved too. Producing the correct proofs is no cake walk either. Even after complying with all the necessary and unnecessary documentation, attestation and copies of various proofs, I hit a roadblock because the name on proof D does not match my current name. This, despite giving multiple proofs of documents bearing my current name. Proof D was simply given as an ID proof.

So, you have proof A, with current name and address, proof B to corroborate the name change and Proof C to corroborate address change, proof D is simply an ID proof but unfortunately the ID proof contains old name. Any one with good eyesight and plain logic will have no issues validating that the person on all the documents is the same. But, not our geniuses, who have developed the rigid procedures. It is like saying, "I know you are alive but the computer shows you are dead, so I have to believe that you are dead!" Finally, I was let off with a self-declaration letter that stated the obvious.

And, know what, I was under the wrong impression that recent bank transaction meant anywhere between last three months. I was wrong here too. Recent meant as recent as the current month. Only, because I cannot produce a government bill like the gas or electricity bill under my name, in which case, any time period is acceptable. Tell me, when scores of working professionals keep changing cities every two years, most live in rented apartments, where the heck will we get an government authorized proof of the address?

What gets my goat is that despite such multiple (and redundant) layers of locks, unscrupulous activities flourish and only the honest get more and more enmeshed in the quick sand of red tapism. I am assuming, all the documents are in place and there are no more surprises in store. I hope to find the money in my account shortly. Fingers crossed until then.

ETA: I got my refund and quite quickly too. Thought this needs a special mention since I crib so much, the good part gets marginalized many times.

That special relationship called friendship!

In school and college, I always yearned to have a big group of friends, bonding over small and big things and in general painting the town red. That never happened. I was a shy and introverted girl and this seemed more like a fantasy. I was naive and short of perspective to package friendship into certain brackets. Sharing the same bench in school and college was not the only factor that went into this complex, but beautiful relationship.

What I also didn't know was that, I would develop a thick bond of friendship with a bunch of people from different family backgrounds, each from a different educational institute, who'd later go on to choose  different career paths, get married at different points and go on to live in different states and countries, yet having the one and only common thread between us, that of friendship remaining intact, despite all these differences.

We 'd hang out in the evenings after our respective college hours, go out for movies, party hard on special occasions, have frequent sleep overs, gossiping all through the night, the likes ; the typical  stuff teenage and the adrenalin of independence brings along. All of us did have a good head over our shoulders too. We all belonged to different interests and stream of education, yet we shared the common bond of having the same values and outlook towards life. Life took each one of us to task in its own way and at different points of our lives. We were extremely lucky to have one or the other among the gang to provide the proverbial shoulder to lean on while going through a low phase in life.

Life has been more than kind to let this friendship grow even after we got married and had kids. The icing on the cake has been having three of us coming to reside in the same city after many years, to discover the husbands getting along well and our kids (being of the same age) becoming default friends too! As is the rule of life, this ideal situation is soon going to change since one of us is about to relocate abroad for a while now. The time seemed apt to have a reunion of sorts when our fourth friend who stays at Bombay decided to pay us a visit, for who knows, when the planets would align like this again in future!

So, last weekend was such a time when all of us got together. It was so much fun catching up. It seemed like the time had never passed by. Of course, we now had kids to remind us of how much things had changed. Yet, nothing had changed between us.  We are like the spokes of a wheel: diverging in different directions with different aspirations and goals, yet we converge at the central point that is our trademark of being friends together.

CSAAM 2013

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Of R's first stage performance and adios to his first school

March 19th was R's annual day at school. The event was a sort of culmination of the year round of school and fun activities as the school closed for the academic year on Friday with a potluck party. The theme for the annual day was "festivals of India". Something I came to know when the invitation cards were sent out a couple of days prior to the event.

The practice sessions had begun a month earlier. I, like many other parents, was very curious to know the song on which R was to perform. But, the little man knows to keep his secrets. No amount of prodding, direct or indirect questioning lead to any clues. All he would proudly display was the smiley and star caricature on his fist, that the teacher would draw as a mark of appreciation for dancing well. On a few occasions, he did tell me that he is dancing ( to my horror) to dhinka-chika. The song would change the next day to (more horror) why this kolaveri di? I decided to refrain from asking him any further, lest he added sheila and munni to the brigade!

Of course, I knew in my heart that the actual song cannot be anywhere close to these item numbers since the teachers had asked for a dhoti and kurta as the costume dress. But, I had to wait until the D-day for the mystery to unravel itself.

The event was very well-organized and the efforts put in by the entire staff clearly shone through. The program started dot on time. There were environment or class-wise performances representing each of the major festivals that fall during the year in chronological order. It was such a pleasure to see the kids have a good time on the stage without a trace of inhibition. While, it would have been too much to expect complete coordination and cooperation from these toddlers, it was heartening to see all of them enjoy themselves. And, not a single kid cried!

The song selection was apt. Before the start of each dance, we were shown videos of the children from that particular environment at work and play on the screen projector. The program was interspersed with some interesting questions thrown at the audience. Every parent had their eyes only for their child on stage and we were no exception. R and his group performed for Krishnashtami and the song was "mach gaya shor sari nagari re" from the movie Khuddar (80's). We simply loved the simple and cute steps that befitted the innocent age.

The following Saturday was the PTM which lasted exactly for five minutes for R.  It seems, he is doing very well and he's smart too! What was there to discuss here, then? There were no concerns except that we were told he does not like to colour. Well, I knew he has taken after the mother in this aspect.  My heart really felt heavy when we bid goodbye to the school and the teachers.  The memories of his first school will always be special and I'll surely miss this place.
 

The Oath of The Vayuputras

The wait was finally over when I ordered the book from Flipkart and had it delivered sometime last week. With a length of around 600 pages, this was a book I knew would taker longer to finish. I never considered myself as a great reader but I was definitely better. Over the years, especially after marriage and motherhood, I have become a slow and poor reader. Necessary and unnecessary distractions keep me away from a book and unless the book is an absolute show-stopper with a well-written and etched out story line, I can take my own sweet time to complete it. Also, too many characters and details fog my little brain and I tend to gloss over those very details to focus on the larger picture!

Back to the book, sadly, it was not just the length that slowed the speed. The build up of the first two parts seemed to lose steam in the third and the parts containing the revelation just dragged on. Also, I am plagued by a certain doubt that is surely nagging many others too, "why is the book named the oath of Vayuputras???" As a tribe after whom a book is named, the Vayuputras surely did not get the needed footage and fame in the book and did I miss anything that alluded to the oath in the book?!

On the good side, after meandering for about 200 odd pages with lackluster interest, I found myself warming to the book. The parts that contained details of Sati's battle were especially riveting. Despite the many misgivings, the message contained does come across that evil need not be a mighty force. It could be anything: even good, that goes beyond control. Also, when the leaders of a nation put themselves before the interests of the country and its people, calamity is not far away. Even the side fighting against evil has to suffer the effects of the brutal war.

The creative blogger

is what Keirthana, who blogs at The Undefined, thinks of me. I am truly honoured that she thinks so and has passed on The Creative Blogger award to me. Thank You, Keirthana!



 
I started reading Keirthana's blog a few months ago and love the way she writes. She comes across as a no-nonsense person in her real life and her honest writing reflects her personality. I do wish she blogs more often, though.

Of late, I am being tardy at picking up awards and doing the tag. Recently someone passed on some award and I royally forgot all about it. To the extent that now I don't even remember who passed on what. My apologies to whoever it is. I am sure you understand that it was totally unintentional. So, before this tag also gets buried in the busy life, I thought I should take it up. Keirthana has been sweet enough to not add a long list of questions as a tag. 

Her question is a simple one: What comes to your mind when you hear the word 'Beauty'?

A lot comes to my mind, including the cliched saying that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Sadly, of course, the conventional form of beauty still clinches the deal in the outside world. The appearance makes the first impression and the general notion is to cash in on that part of the advantage, if you have one. The worst perpetrators of this notion are the media and Ad makers. The Fairness cream Ads and its likes seem to be a slap in face of the modern woman who is trying hard to defy the conventions, yet cannot fight against being weighed in the archaic scale. While there is no harm in looking good or trying to improve your appearance by way of treatments or usage of cosmetics, the underlying aim and fantasy of achieving that perfect skin, colour and look at any cost needs to be broken down.

Beauty cannot be associated with skin colour or conventional looks. Little girls need to be taught to respect themselves for what they are from within. They need to be empowered and educated to take the inward journey to recognize their true worth. Little boys need to be taught to look beyond facial features. They need to be educated and empowered too-to respect women for what they are truly worth. When, and only when, this happens, the gender equation will balance out and the shift from outward beauty to inner goodness will happen.

While, I am not nominating any particular blogger(s) for the award, I wish to pass this to all the lovely writers out there. Thanks, once again, Keirthana for a lovely prompt.