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The worried and the worries

The Indian community here is always in a frenzy. The middle class is worried about tomorrow, or to be more precise, whether they will have their jobs tomorrow while the upper class is worries about which vacations to take. of course to spend the moolah they earn.

Of course there is another worry too. As the residency permit laws are strict and no one can get citizenship, parents have a different set of worries. Whether the children will be able to adjust in India? Understandably children raised in the confined and protected areas of Bahrain have problems to acclimatize back in India, both weather wise and otherwise.

The parents of girls have some more worries, how to protect their daughters. I understand their worries. If I had a daughter I would myself become a bodyguard for her. I keep a hawk’s eye on my girl-students, I have to, aren’t they my responsibility in the premises of the Institute.

It sometimes amazes me how we change. Just a decade and a half ago I was carefree, daring and well……. free. And now I fret even if a single boy is extra cordial to a single girl. Have I changed that much or have the times changed.

I remember the boys in my class thinking of me as proud because I was independent and kept my stand and of course kept them at arm’s length. I remember slitting a mans wrist slightly because he was acting smart in a movie theatre, I remember kicking a man on his shin because he was trying to touch me in the train…there are numerous other examples but today I am scared. Why?

I remember once I was homesick. I was working in Mumbai and my parents were coming to Mangalore to attend my grandmothers first death anniversary. I just decided to visit them. Of course I would not get train reservation. So I took a bus. The bus was su;posed to be delayed because of the monsoon but it reached right on time at 4.30 in the morning. Everyone got down, me too. The conductor asked me if anyone was coming to pick me. I looked around, there was nobody, so I said no. He hailed a rickshaw, noted its number and made me sit with my bag. Ten minutes later I reached home. I became a star of the moment for having dared to take a rickshaw in the dark of the night/morning. But then I explained about how the conductor had helped me. My parents were proud. Proud that finally their daughter could manage alone.

Times for girls I feel have remained the same. They always had to take care of their safety. But then earlier trust was easy and today it is not. As we move ahead technologically the basic qualities of trust, faith, integrity are all dwindling. Sad isn’t it.

But then I had been tough. Today when I see my girl students they seem to be in a world of imagination, obsessed with their lifestyles and their mobiles. And I worry, because life isn’t that easy or that straight.

So I will keep on looking out for all the females around me, you can do that too.

Pink and Blue

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Rohit sped fast on his bicycle. Esha beamed with pride. Yesterday only they had bought this cycle through OLX.com and today Rohit was speeding off on it. And she felt proud. But then, mothers do feel proud of whatever their kids do, don’t they?

‘He is so happy, he wanted just this kind of cycle’, she said to her friend Ayesha.

‘Huh, hoon’, said she

Esha continued,  ‘He wanted a Huffy bicycle with raised handlebars for so long. But you know it is expensive so when I saw the ad in OLX, I grabbed it’.

‘Err, don’t mind’, said Ayesha and stopped.

‘About what Ayesha’, said Esha.

‘Purple is a girly colour’, said she.

‘IS it’, said Esha.

‘Yes, don’t you know… Purple, pink are all girly colours’, said Ayesha.

‘Then what are boyly errr, which colours are meant for boys’, asked Esha.

‘Blue, don’t you know. Blue is the colour for men’, said Ayesha.

At that moment Ayesha’s two-year old daughter came crying, ‘Bhaiya is not giving me his ball’, she complained.

‘Don’t mind, Faizu, if Bhaiya doesn’t give you his blue ball….I will buy you a pink ball today’, she said and walked off.

Esha felt dizzy, so many thoughts went like a whirlwind in her brain that she gasped for breath.

Rohit had pink T-shirts and shorts, he had a pink ball, a pink book..did it mean that she was making him effeminate. Rohit cries a lot at the simplest of reasons. Many say that he cries like a girl.  Was it because he had so much pink in his life? She had visions of  a grown up Rohit walking in a ‘girly’way, wearing skirts and blushing. She held a pillar for support. But then her husband too had a pale pink shirt in his collection and he was in no way effeminate.

‘Ignorance indeed is bliss’, she thought to herself. She was so much better off not knowing that pink is for girls and blue is for boys.

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Written as a part of Write over the weekend an initiative for bloggers by Blogadda.

The theme this week

‘Ignorance indeed is bliss, he/she thought to himself/herself