A mother gives birth to us. All our life, with the blessings of Goddess Saraswati we yearn to get the blessings of Goddess Lakshmi so that Goddess Annapurna favours us. The beauty of ‘Mother’ nature always appeals more than the best of technological comfort. A woman is the vehicle for humans from heaven to earth. Sadly, forgetting the debt of the umbilical chord, a man starts overpowering women as he grows. This is akin to a child playing langadi. While the child balances and hops on one leg, the other leg is comfortably forgotten. But after some distance, both legs are necessary for comfortable walking. Similarly, the role of women is conveniently ignored in society thereby losing an imperative balance. What may have started as a sign of respect to the so called ‘fairer sex’, many actions soon assumed an authoritarian aspect and slowly graduated to superstitions. The easing of strenuous activities like climbing long innumerable stairs of temples or cooking in unventilated hot kitc...
I have lived in a hostel since childhood. When I was younger, I would often hear my peers and hostel mates blame the administration for some failure - bad rooms, intermittent water, power cuts, mismanagement, etc. The administration consisted of some from the school administration and some elected members - who were elected by the students from amongst themselves. It was a belief that the administration has a responsibility to provide our needs, and since we have voted them to and pay our fees regularly (well, then only about 4% of the students would have the right to complain - the others were exempted from paying the fees for various reasons, or some who manipulated their financial condition to fit within the exemptions, and some who simply did not pay the fees), they have to be our caretakers. Hence, speaking against the hostel administration was normal, and widely acceptable. The administration, on the other hand, would not act against everyone who speaks against it. Maybe, dissen...
(Though published now, this article had been written long before the controversial bifurcation of the State) Mohammed Aslam, holding his 10 day old daughter in his arms, sat on the steps of the hospital reminiscing what has been going on. He remembered his father telling him how his great grandfather had been killed by the Pathan tribals in October 1947. Angered by this, his grandfather joined the Indian Army to fight against the neighbours and was killed in the war of 1971. Following his father, and hoping for an end to the dangerous situation, Aslam’s father too joined the Army only to be martyred in December 1999. Shocked by his father’s death and radicalised by the clerics, Aslam’s brother joined the separatist militant movement. At the age of 30, he was killed in 2017 by the Indian forces. And Aslam sat here, with the lifeless body of his 10 day old daughter who he didn’t even get the fortune of naming, wondering when this saga would end. He wondered if any member of his fam...
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