surviving

Man was born. He started living in groups. He learnt to cook and on the wheels of nature he drove his life into civilizations. He invented, he discovered, he transformed, he dreamt and he realized.
Today, man is alive. He lives by himself. The (glorious) thousand of years old civilizations does not infuse confidence in him which can make him dream again, realize again, discover again. The man was born, he lived. Now, he fights to survive. The man born thousand of years ago is lost in the fight to life.

in a new garb

Woman power is on the rise. Or shall I say the awaited revolution for the downtrodden women in India has finally arrived. Today we not only have two women chief ministers but our central government, too, operates from the helm of cotton sarees in 10, Janpath. Not to mention the facts and figures of independent women walking on ramps, working in call centers, heading the MNCs, running marathons, holding major posts in political parties, decorating Rashtrapati (or shrimati Rashtrapati Bhavan) and ousting Nanoes. Sorry, the last two do not come under the general category of women but fall in the dadi and didi ones and one only in each category. (Now, every dadi does not get a chance to live in the Rashtrapati Bhavan and only one in million didis has guts to awake the likes of Ratan Tata and force him to say bye to Nano dreams)!
Since ages women in India are treated little more than a piece of shit. The honour of being treated as totally a shit goes to untouchables who despite huge quotas and reservations continue to live the same, thanks to their better-off kins and friends. But that later.
We have worshipped female deities since times immemorial. We Indians know her as kali, durga, lakshmi, gauri and sita. Shiva’s ardhnareshwar avatar makes her indispensable for any man. Aryans allowed their women to study, work and choose their partner. But with time, as man gained modernity, he lost the love for half of humanity. And as I said earlier for ages Indian women have been treated little more than shit.
But now, I see the change. I see women soaring great heights in the skies which were thought to be the territory of man alone. I see them featuring on magazine covers as the businesswoman of the year. I see them as the heads of the states, as the visionaries of empires. I see those receiving awards, getting appreciation. I see them fighting for their rights, asking for their share. And now I also see her right to go against customs of marriage and live with the partner she likes.
But then I see the woman next door. I see the woman on the street, in the bars, at the subways, in the farms and she makes me think if really anything has changed.