Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Looking beyond our 'Gender'



Development in terms of inventions, technological advances et al. is a boon for women as it has made the lives of most women easier to navigate, more enriching and less strenuous.
If we evaluate the social bindings that tie us up (as females), we find that it is actually decided by our societal, cultural and psychological framework, which in turn, is determined by our biological characteristics. Stereotypes are, thus attached to our existences and our role as an individual is defined by these.
In prehistoric times men and women were hunters and nomads, both moving at the same pace, hand in hand...
With the gradual transition of lifestyle, from the nomadic to permanent settlements; that started with the inception of farming and cattle rearing, there was a change of prospects for the women too. They were expected to stay back and look after the farms and cattle while the men ventured out to procure the other essentials to meet a decent livelihood. The maternity and child rearing phenomenon (which is a biological function distinct from our male counterparts) further sketched their role as homemakers who were restricted to the boundaries set for them. With the passage of time females were left with physically weaker genes, socially, emotionally and economically dependent on the males.
Homo sapiens without classification of sexes (and setting aside the expected gender roles) are polygamous in nature. The consequences of sexual adventures leave its mark only on a woman, as she is the one who conceives and undergoes the process of childbirth. This makes her further vulnerable and this biological distinction started to nail down the appropriate behaviour and attitudes, roles and activities for them, and how they should relate to other people. This learned behaviour is what makes up Gender Identity and determines gender roles and responsibilities.

All through the ages the role of a woman was defined by the men they were with and the societal norms that ruled their clan. The capacity of women to create life, which is a near divine power, became a source of shame and exploitation. Eventually the status of women was reduced to such levels that they were treated as objects to pleasure men, goods to settle dues, wives to take care of the entire family and stay home bound. Their existence was only to gratify the need to of the society in diverse ways. And the worst part of this was that women too started to believe in it. They started to stay in self styled cages, like the birds that knew that the cage door was open; there were ways of escape and soar high in the sky, yet sat inside, in the comfort zones.
Even in those times there were the rebellious few, but they had to face the fury of the chauvinistic oppressors, who were not open to the idea of women sharing an equal platform, with the men folk.
But all this has changed over time; very slowly, yet steadily. There has been a major shift in the way women perceive themselves today. The advancement of science and technology has enabled women to break down the age-old shackles that bound them from time immemorial. There is no more, the fear of the threats that women were subject to, in the past. The web has increased connectivity, reach, and broadened horizon for millions of our kind. Women live a freer life and there is a growth of independence both in economic and emotional areas.
Life has become more transparent, there are answers to the questions that were previously never addressed; there is a feeling of sisterhood, support from one another, global connection, a bigger stage to explore and much more. Times are changing. There is a paradigm shift towards empowering women in the true sense of the term. 
Today our lives look more promising and there is hope in the horizon. One half of the women population is building them up and empowering themselves. They will take their light into the dark dungeons of oppression...and light up the lives of the rest.

That is the power We hold within, the power that was taken away from us, the power We have Rediscovered.

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

Editorial_Empower Times 2016-17/FICCI FLO


 

“Every journey that starts has to end....

What is determining the quality of this journey: is all the milestones we create, the lives we touch positively, the contributions we make, the hands we hold and the joy we spread, while we embark on it and move ahead”.

I am only a year old in FLO, and the year has been a rollercoaster ride for me, extremely exciting, mind-bending and very enlightening.

Ms. Indrani Deb our Chairperson had been very kind to entrust upon me this Herculean job (I love challenges!!!) of editing the Annual Flo Magazine for the term 2016-17. When I sat down with my work of compilation and chronologically arranging the events, workshops, fund raisers, CSR activities, to name a few;  that were held during the year, I was thrilled to see the quantum of work taken up by FLO to empower women from all sections of the society.

Being a feminist to the core, I believe that an empowered woman is one who is independent not only financially but also emotionally.  It is most important for a woman to understand her essence and her worth and move ahead, breaking down the barriers that are put up by society, in diverse ways. Gender discrimination has been a part of our social set up since time immemorial and it exists in both overt and covert forms of bias and this has led to a gigantic gap in the development and progress of a huge section (women) of the society, which actually outnumbers men.

With the right dose of education, skill development trainings and programmes, health and hygiene awareness, self defence training, pro-women policy building, counselling, creating awareness about  women rights and privileges  et all; these women can become positive contributors to the society they live in and to the nation at large. Those who are fortunate enough to create a niche for themselves should encourage their less fortunate equivalents to take a step towards bridging the distance between home and workplace. Every daughter born into a family should be taught to understand her worth, develop positive self esteem and given equal opportunity for growth with her male counterpart, thus tearing the stereotyped roles attached to her existence.

Organisations that work towards women welfare, should join hands and build a coherent support system (encompassing all areas) to strengthen and empower them, to enable a woman  to live a life of respect and dignity .I am real happy to be a part of FLO that endeavours to make a concrete difference.

 “I raise my voice-not so I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard...we cannot succeed when half of us are held back”-Malala

Signing off with a note of positivity and hope...

Vasavi Acharya

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Awakening

What is the THIRD EYE?
It's the awakening of the consciousness, the awareness of the internal and the discerning of the external. I had once met a person who said that his Third Eye had opened and that he could perceive the world with full awareness. He could also see creatures from different planes or dimensions (it sounded scary). It enables him to have a clear insight into one's life and beyond. It was like seeing everything through the naked eye without any rose tinted shades. Such naked revelations are very difficult and hard to accept, at most times.
I have a strange fascination for Lord Shiva since my childhood days. The mysticism attached to his persona (I accept him more as human, then a God) draws me more towards Him.
Present:
In the middle Himalayan ranges, Macleodganj is a small little town that is home to many tourists and has been my abode for the past two days. As I sit in one of the wonderful home-stays, nestled in the heart of towering ranges, the songs of wild birds resonating from all around, I think of Shiva and my Third Eye. I feel as if  my inner i or my soul eye has awakened and is trying to soak in the universal energy that is all encompassing.The Universe which is vibrant with energy can be sensed more in such wilderness ...
For me opening of the all seeing Third Eye, is the stimulation of our senses to perceive and draw the universal energy inward. When the Third Eye opens, our Minds opens -it starts receiving the vibrations that is all around us and our awareness to the external is heightened.






Thursday, 30 March 2017

Night Lights

A silent night, the strange sounds of nocturnal creatures, an all engulfing darkness. Far far away I see some lights twinkling, from houses built in the heart of the mountain ranges...
The steady droll of insects,  flickering lights, silhouette of the mountains, a deafening silence... and me.

My eyes move up to the sky and I see a captivating sight. Scores of stars are staring down at me. The sky looks like it is lit up by innumerable glitters and is spread like a mat above or as if lanterns are hanging from nowhere. I spot the North Star, the Jupiter, Mars and a few constellations in the of midst cluster of stars. I feel like I have lost myself in the heavenly light.

And when I look upon the lights on earth, it seems like the stars have touched the mountains below, embracing them in the silent stillness of the night.  And I stand still, soaking in the harmony and beauty of this wonderful sight...😊
Khajjiar,Himachal Pradesh

Monday, 20 March 2017

Contemplation

On a beautiful sunny morning, it is so unfortunate to read news about upsurge of violence, cut throat political activities, riots, disturbing speeches on religious grounds, all over the word. 
Can we people, rise above 'Religion' and think about self improvement and pledge to become Global Citizens (humans with no divide)?
Else the World will be drenched in a huge pool of blood and our future generations will have nothing but baseless wars to fight. 
I wonder if any religion, belief in one's God, (a very personal thing) should be the determining factor of one's relationships, behaviour and actions?
 A soul has no divide... Yet once it takes human form it becomes so obsessed with the religion it is born in, imposed by the social divides. I read Rabindra Nath Tagore's GORA, when I was in school, and understood the futility of such fanatical beliefs.

I would like to sign off, with this food for thought on this beautiful morning.

Fond Remembrance

In fond remembrance of my sweet Mahi Aita (Grand Aunt) 
~Late Shrimati Kalyani Phukan~

It’s real strange that time passes so quickly and we grow up so fast, yet the fond memories from the childhood days keep flashing in our minds, as if it happened only yesterday.

Mahi Aita (my grandmother’s sister) has been an integral part of my childhood days, my teens, my youth and even now….

After we shifted to Guwahati in 1981 from Duliajan, we stayed near our maternal grandparents house that was next to Moha and Mahi Aita’s house. We were like a big joint family. There was a lot of fun, sharing and genuine bonding among everyone in the family. As a kid, I along with my cousins use to be active members visiting everyone’s houses in the huge campus looking for fun and play. We were Mango thieves; spoilt brats, noisy lot and very experimental. I believe learning happens from varied experiences good and bad and secret explorations that adults do not approve of. Children absorb like sponges…

During that time I got the scope to learn classical music in Moha’s music school that was of much repute. Well, speaking from a kid’s angle …let me tell you that I loved the JOLSA (musical evenings) at their place. The ragas sang in harmony to the tanpura and table by upcoming singers, the violin and sitar recitals…. were beautiful memories instilled in my mind. I miss those even today and feel that Reev has missed the beauty of such an upbringing.

I was also a guest at Mahi Aita’s place for a few days. My mom was appearing for her Master’s final exam and Mahi Aita offered to look after me for those days. Those were such wonderful days. I felt like a queen from all the pampering bestowed upon me.

Time flew….situations changed, but Mahi Aita continued to have her warm presence our lives. Her smiling and inspiring self was always there at the family get-togethers, talking to people, laughing and inspiring everyone.

My mother told me that she shared a unique bond with my father who used read out the manuscripts of his novels to her, for her opinion. He had found a guide and friend in her.

It is strange that during our last visit to Delhi, we met her at Apollo hospitals. We had gone for our Master health checkup and she was there for her routine tests with Monma and Vishesh (her daughter and son-in-law). Her health was failing but she was in her usual cheer. She even joked and played a few verbal games with Reev, while we were waiting in the lobby. That was the last time we saw her. She left us within the next 25 days. It’s amazing that some people just love to spread their light and keep spreading it, till the end of their lives.

I had seen her fighting a dreaded disease like rheumatism, when I was a kid, seen her bear pain and overcome it, seen her help people in need, seen her offer help to my mother during her tough times, run the music school with enthusiasm, maintain good relations with people, give beautiful names to the new borns’ in the family and so much more...

Children learn a lot from what they see...Today when I know that Mahi Aita is not there anymore, I feel I love her more, than I ever thought.

May her soul rest in peace…God must be real happy to have her!!!







Father Figure

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection’. ~Sigmund Freud.

This is one among many quotes about a father, which I read a few years back. This one happens to make a mark in my mind.
Well, maybe I am not the right person to write about a father because I lost my father, when I was barely three years old. Father to me was someone, who was always present with us in our daily lives, but was physically absent. As I grew up, I kept hearing many stories about my father’s life from my grandmother, mother, sisters, uncles and aunts and our other family members. Those were stories from his childhood days, his school days, happy moments spent with his siblings and friends, as a student in Cotton College, and then his life at IIT, Kharagpur. The stories about his stay in London while studying at the Imperial College, followed by his stint as a professor at Engineering Colleges. I heard a lot about his excellent sense of humor. My mother use to tell us about their life after their marriage in Shillong and later at Assam Gas Company, about how he found time to write novels in spite of his busy schedule at work and frequent tours. The stories of my father were many and I always felt his presence near me, even in his absence. I remained inspired by his capability to emerge from a humble family background and achieve so much as a young man.
I felt I had many questions to ask him. As I grew up I missed him more and more and even felt lost at times. I felt his absence when I saw my friends come along with their fathers at the parent teachers’ meet at school. I missed him like anything during my days at the Delhi University, when my roommates used to talk about the special bond they had with their fathers. I felt his absence when I wanted to share my views about a book I read or about a painting I liked. I really wanted him to be there with us at the dining table and at those times I saw my mother take up a dual role, for us. I needed his counsel in those phases, which were the milestones of my life, to share my success and failures. At the time of my wedding, I felt his absence the most, because I was leaving my mother behind, all alone.
But all through these years my father has remained a strong life force behind me. The principles, virtues, morals and values that he practiced in his lifetime always helped me to take those decisions of which I have no regrets till date. I have met many of his contemporaries and acquaintances, who told me about his talents, intelligence, achievements, and about his wise counsel and helpfulness towards those who needed him. I remain in essence to try to live life according to my father’s principles and will continue to do so, till the very last day of my life. To me every single day is father’s day, and I guess it is so, for most of us. We all cherish our fathers who are or have been our role models, irrespective of the fact whether they are with us or someplace else, (in the spiritual plane). For each child his/her father is special.
Today while I play the role of a mother to our son, I feel it is the duty of every woman to encourage her child/ren to experience the love of their father and share a special bond with him. A child needs both parents during his/ her formative years and even later, as a grown up. I grew up with my mother and sisters, but I always had my father by my side, and for this I am very grateful to all those people who kept bringing him back into my life.
After all, a father is a father is a father……

 It's based on my life and my father Late Debendra Nath Acharya (Author)