Guest of Honor: Pupu Mukherjee
Hello my blogspot and my readers !! I am back this year.Hope you all had a great start. I was after my parents,sister,husband, in-laws,cousins,family and friends for guest posts to fillup my blogsite with more colors and stories.And then it arrived one bright sunny afternoon :-) Much awaited guest post reached my mailbox the day next to Women's Day ! Thank you Pupu Mukherjee for I will treasure this forever....
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I woke up on 8th of March. It was unusually lovely weather for early March in Philadelphia.The sun was streaming in gently, creating patterns all over the room. I opened one eye and looked at the time on my mobile.The first thing I noticed is that Google has already wished me a Happy Women's Day. Then I noticed the time. I still had about 20 minutes more to lounge in bed before I absolutely had to get up to reach work at a respectable time. It might also mean that I will have to miss breakfast but last year there were special chocolates kept at work for Women's Day, I remembered. So I decided to utilize the 20 minutes wisely, hugged my pillows closer and opened the internet. I have this app on my super smart phone which tells me about all the deals that are around and thanks to Women's day there were deals and discounts on almost everything a woman could possibly need. From perfumes, to lipstick, to dresses and even shapewear(I mean you cannot feel beautiful unless you are sucked and tucked in every possible way because it's women's day and you are not allowed to be fat no matter how many free chocolates you are offered). There were restaurants, offering free appetizers and welcome drinks and if you have a man with you who is wonderful and has taken you out for a meal then in some restaurant your entrée is free with that of the lovely man who has taken you out for the special meal. Reminiscing about Rahul Bose from "Mr and Mrs Iyer" and wishing he was around to take me out for a Women's day lunch I opened facebook. I still had about 14 minutes. Facebook enquired how I planned to spend this special day. The next were a bunch of suggestions from Groupon about various spas where I could indulge myself , specially on that day at a discounted rate ofcourse. There were inspirational quotes everywhere from almost everyone. How women are revered and how they command respect. India special of how we should remember the strength of women as they are our mothers(because being a mother is the only achievement that can make women respectable). There were virtual flowers and virtual salutes and virtual hearts.
And then there were two pieces of news that caught my eye. The first one, a 58 year old woman was shoved to the ground by her cab driver so hard that she had a deep wound on her head because she got out of the cab without paying $11. She just wanted to go inside her house and get the money. This tiny little incident happened in Germantown about 15 minutes from where I was hugging my pillow on this unusually lovely March morning. The second one was from the capital of my country. My country which worships women as God( and will happily incarcerate by accusing that you worship the man that woman defeated ). A 28 year old woman after attending a family function decided to wait in a bus station because it was too late. She was dragged inside the bus by the driver and conductor. When she resisted they gagged and raped her. And they flung her 14day old infant to the ground because his crying was getting in the way. What if she was a mother? She was NOT THEIR mother. Neither was she "Gai Mata" or "Bharath Mata". She was a woman and therefore just an object to devour, to use and discard as desired..
It did not seem like a unusually lovely March morning anymore. I was feeling hot and suffocated. I glanced at the clock again. I was five minutes late already. Time to get back to reality.
Oh and Yes! Happy Women's Day!
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And if you want to know who Pupu is,well she is my adorable cousin and the rightmost in the below picture in magenta frock followed by me in yellow and my sister in red :D. She is also the Kollage maker of http://kolkatakollage.blogspot.com/
Hello my blogspot and my readers !! I am back this year.Hope you all had a great start. I was after my parents,sister,husband, in-laws,cousins,family and friends for guest posts to fillup my blogsite with more colors and stories.And then it arrived one bright sunny afternoon :-) Much awaited guest post reached my mailbox the day next to Women's Day ! Thank you Pupu Mukherjee for I will treasure this forever....
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||WOMEN'S DAY||
I woke up on 8th of March. It was unusually lovely weather for early March in Philadelphia.The sun was streaming in gently, creating patterns all over the room. I opened one eye and looked at the time on my mobile.The first thing I noticed is that Google has already wished me a Happy Women's Day. Then I noticed the time. I still had about 20 minutes more to lounge in bed before I absolutely had to get up to reach work at a respectable time. It might also mean that I will have to miss breakfast but last year there were special chocolates kept at work for Women's Day, I remembered. So I decided to utilize the 20 minutes wisely, hugged my pillows closer and opened the internet. I have this app on my super smart phone which tells me about all the deals that are around and thanks to Women's day there were deals and discounts on almost everything a woman could possibly need. From perfumes, to lipstick, to dresses and even shapewear(I mean you cannot feel beautiful unless you are sucked and tucked in every possible way because it's women's day and you are not allowed to be fat no matter how many free chocolates you are offered). There were restaurants, offering free appetizers and welcome drinks and if you have a man with you who is wonderful and has taken you out for a meal then in some restaurant your entrée is free with that of the lovely man who has taken you out for the special meal. Reminiscing about Rahul Bose from "Mr and Mrs Iyer" and wishing he was around to take me out for a Women's day lunch I opened facebook. I still had about 14 minutes. Facebook enquired how I planned to spend this special day. The next were a bunch of suggestions from Groupon about various spas where I could indulge myself , specially on that day at a discounted rate ofcourse. There were inspirational quotes everywhere from almost everyone. How women are revered and how they command respect. India special of how we should remember the strength of women as they are our mothers(because being a mother is the only achievement that can make women respectable). There were virtual flowers and virtual salutes and virtual hearts.
And then there were two pieces of news that caught my eye. The first one, a 58 year old woman was shoved to the ground by her cab driver so hard that she had a deep wound on her head because she got out of the cab without paying $11. She just wanted to go inside her house and get the money. This tiny little incident happened in Germantown about 15 minutes from where I was hugging my pillow on this unusually lovely March morning. The second one was from the capital of my country. My country which worships women as God( and will happily incarcerate by accusing that you worship the man that woman defeated ). A 28 year old woman after attending a family function decided to wait in a bus station because it was too late. She was dragged inside the bus by the driver and conductor. When she resisted they gagged and raped her. And they flung her 14day old infant to the ground because his crying was getting in the way. What if she was a mother? She was NOT THEIR mother. Neither was she "Gai Mata" or "Bharath Mata". She was a woman and therefore just an object to devour, to use and discard as desired..
It did not seem like a unusually lovely March morning anymore. I was feeling hot and suffocated. I glanced at the clock again. I was five minutes late already. Time to get back to reality.
Oh and Yes! Happy Women's Day!
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And if you want to know who Pupu is,well she is my adorable cousin and the rightmost in the below picture in magenta frock followed by me in yellow and my sister in red :D. She is also the Kollage maker of http://kolkatakollage.blogspot.com/
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