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Incidents

A non-post

..and I have nothing to post..

there was one little thought floating about

in my mind on Saturday

but by the time I could catch hold of it,

it had flown away.

Hmm.. oh yes, this particular paragraph has been lying in Drafts for a long long long time now.

I had this unnerving experience at the local grocery store about three months back. I was looking for something on the rack, and a woman clad in burkha (except covering the face) asked me – partially in sign language – ‘What is the PRICE of the item on the shelf?‘ I told her. But I was shocked that someone could NOT read!! I am not sure if she could read her vernacular language or something. But not knowing numbers was shocking. Even a child can read numbers, can’t they?! It made me wonder, what sort of family did the woman belong to? Some orthodox family that believed in women being solely meant for house-keeping and progeny?!! It was rather saddening 😦

I wish we would all make some tiny contribution to encouraging literacy 🙂 One brilliant suggestion is mentioned here at Quirky’s brilliant post.

Cheerio…

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Poem Thought and Reason

I wonder at possibilities (Poem, Indus Ladies contest)

Folks,

As I grow older, and a little wiser, I observe vast disparity all around me. Sometimes it sickens me. Sometimes it just makes me numb. Thinking about this, made me realise, that I believe what CAN make a difference to situations, to destinies, is education. Not that all educated people are sensible or sensitive. Still, I believe education empowers. So this is the topic I have chosen. Here is my entry to the Indus Ladies contest on Women’s Day (P.S: Been tagged by Shail).

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I WONDER..AT POSSIBILITIES

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Sometimes I wonder
If I were the girl who delivers milk at my door
What would I have done?
..Borne silent testimony to
..The brutality of a man who hit me?
..Toil endlessly day after day, only
..To donate it to the local liquor store!
..Walk my children barefoot on scorching roads?
..Hoping they, at least, would lead a better life!

Sometimes I wonder
If I were the girl who irons my clothes
What would I have done?
..Been a speechless spectator
..To baby clothes that morphed into designer wear
..And peers who eventually flew high
..While I gazed from below, Resigned!
..Wiping away an endless stream of sweat
..Amidst fumes from a hot coal box!

Sometimes I wonder
If more girl children
Could go to school, rather than
..Skip around potholes
..Oblivious to the heights I scale
..Or sweep or swab my home
..While I whistle in a cinema
..Or skilfully balance a brick wall on the head
..As I crib about glass ceilings!

I wonder at this wonder
This creature – smart, practical, beautiful
Who is just like me
..Only we live worlds apart
..Because I am empowered,
..I have read widely
..About how life CAN be
..About basic rights that belong to me
..And about infinite POSSIBILITIES

I wonder, if she were educated
Would she too, learn to believe
That destiny CAN be changed?

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And now, I have to tag three people.. hmm.. and that would be (1) Roop (2) Pixie (3) Piper

(Thank you, Pragya, for reviewing this at such short notice!)

Cheers..