Wednesday, 21 August 2013

The Need Of The Hour






In light of the rape and sexual violence cases we read and hear about in the Indian news everyday and now even more on International headlines, it has become nothing short of an epidemic in India. Sadly the numbers only keep growing and despite all the protests and changes in the law which have been made, more so after the December 2012 Delhi gang rape incident, not only is that case still unresolved but hundreds of others just keep cropping up all over the country.

Safety for women in India has become a serious problem, especially in cities such as Delhi and Calcutta. One wonders where the root of the problem lies. Laws have been instilled, security for women has increased and the Indian legal system has even introduced fast track courts for cases of sexual violence to be resolved faster. Nevertheless the number of rape cases keeps growing. Why is that?

I was speaking to a friend about this and explained to her how affected I get when I read about or watch documentaries about such incidents. I feel helpless and wish to do something to help. It’s all good to manifest against such animal behaviour, push the Indian politicians in taking matters more at hand, demand more security for our women or even sympathise with or help the victims who have lived such horrendous ordeals.

Nevertheless, does any of this actually serve as a permanent solution towards eradicating this disease? It’s really just a punishment given to the culprits and in many cases a simple warning. Women continue to fear for their life and society still insists women don’t go out alone after dark and daughters are forever told to dress “appropriately”. There are many more examples of how a woman lives her life very differently in India than other parts of the world.

It is my belief that women in India today have been denied their freedom and I know it is a very strong allegation to make, but my personal experience is witness to this lack of freedom that I yearn when I am in India, albeit for a short period of time. I am a 35 year old woman with 2 children and I don’t feel I am able to go out with my children alone in a metro city such as Mumbai or Delhi, without being stared at, commented on, approached by men in bookstores, verbally harassed at an ice cream parlour and even touched on a crowded train. Thankfully, I am not wounded by these incidents and nor have they left me permanent scars. However, I do feel disgusted and manipulated against my will. This is the freedom I am talking about!

My friend told me the best I can do is what I am already doing and that is raising two sensitive and thoughtful human beings. Charity begins at home as we all know, but education also begins at home. Moral education is far more important than the academic one you will ultimately receive outside your home.

I have both a son and a daughter, and I get told that I must raise my daughter to be independent and street smart; given the volatile climate we live in today. I don’t disagree with this advice at all, but I believe the possible dangers that she may or may not face will be produced through her interaction with the opposite sex, if we are talking about sexual violence. Therefore, I must not forget that the opposite sex is also my son! I feel it is equally important to raise my son to be sensitive towards women and their needs.

I want this article to be about our sons and not just Indian sons. Rape and sexual violence is spread all over the world, unfortunately India touches my soul far more as I am an Indian woman living abroad. As a parent I do feel responsible for the men and women of tomorrow as I am raising two of them myself.

In this race of equality we have successfully shown our daughters to grow up like men and physically as well as emotionally be capable to stand boldly in societies where they have to fight the odds as adults. Isn’t that what poor Jyoti was doing before she got raped? She was pursuing her dream to become a doctor and fulfil a career where she was the daughter amongst sons. Her parents gave her the education and opportunities, despite their humble backgrounds.

If I am asking my daughter to stay away from a potentially risky situation with boys, then it is my duty to teach my son to watch his behaviour with girls. Be it male or female, when you raise either, a respect for the opposite sex is paramount in their upbringing. This reflects in the long run on their rights, their freedom and above all their dignity. The latter will ultimately have a huge repercussion on building a robust society.

My children are still very young so I cannot speak for my experience with teenagers or older. However, I believe seeds are sown early on and it’s the minor examples in your childhood that greatly shape your personality later on. Let me share some simple examples with you. I practice these at home and I am hoping my efforts are not going to waste.

If my daughter helps me to set the table for a meal, my son is responsible for clearing up afterwards. If she chooses to defend herself by hitting him when in a fight, he is not allowed to hit her back. An eye for an eye is not the practice we follow. He is given a verbal apology, followed by a hug.

If my son speaks rudely to me, his father immediately intervenes and demands an apology be made to me. My son is constantly reminded of the respect with which he must address his mother, grandmother and above all his younger sister.

We have nicknames at home for each other. My husband is the king and I am the queen. My son is the prince and daughter the princess. Through this naming system we have introduced a subtle hierarchy of both respect and equality between all the members of this family.

My children usually ask either of us for permission to do something important, and we have a rule where the other parent has to give consent in order for them to go ahead. If one of us disagrees, they are not allowed to go ahead. It makes no difference if my husband has said yes, because we are equal in parenting and my children are aware of this.

My husband and I both uproot from a traditional, more conservative Indian upbringing and it is a fact that there is always a subtle element of chauvinism in the way we take our decisions. However, the way in which we have evolved, compared to our parents is to encourage a more open channel of communication between my son and I and between my daughter and my husband. The angle from which I will possibly address a situation with my son will differ to my husband’s approach, but our destination is the same. These methodologies are what our son needs to see and respect, irrespective of the solution that he arrives at. He must be empathetic to a woman's point of view as well as a man's. 

My son is at an age where he finds girls silly and stupid. Clearly this is a phase, but we have always ensured that he is comfortable with his female cousins, given that he is in the minority. I never make a special effort to make sure my daughter has a girl to play with or my son has a boy to play with. They have to feel comfortable having both female and male friends, and growing up in such dynamics will encourage equality and comfort zones between both sexes.

Both my son and husband share a strong fondness for football, the sport watched as well as played. It is no secret that it is considered traditionally a more masculine sport. My son often makes comments like "football is for boys only!" I have never stopped him from enjoying the sport but off late my husband decided to involve my daughter more in the sport too, by showing her an album where you fill with stickers of the Spanish La Liga teams, their players, managers and other related information. She may not be playing the game, but she has created an interest in the game through this method. Both siblings now exchange stickers to fill their respective albums and my son has stopped saying that football is for boys only.  

I don’t believe it’s about raising a daughter or a son. I look at their personality and character first and decide how much more or less sensitive each one is. A human being is what I am raising! I went to boarding school at the age of 13 and my brother was 10 at the time. Even if he was the boy and I was the girl, it did not mean he was more ready to attend such an institution, just because boys are supposed to be tough and girls soft. The truth is, boys need to be soft when a situation calls for it and girls most definitely need to be tough when there is a need. If you type caste each gender, well that’s when the problems arise.

A woman with a firm character and moral values will never disrespect her father, husband or any man in her surroundings. She will not abuse her freedom or put down her family and lose her dignity by falling in the wrong company or indulging in incorrect practises. Her early moral education will stay with her, help her make the right choices towards a more functional and independent life.

Similarly, a man with the same moral sensibility and frame will never harm or harass another woman physically or mentally, whether she is the wife or any unknown woman. They won’t assault a woman’s basic rights of freedom and dignity. If a man is brought up with the correct pattern of thoughts, issues such as rape, verbal, emotional or sexual abuse are not going to find a place in his life. His position for a woman will be to respect her for her existence and the good she brings in his life as well as for society.

If you have a son, let him be the reason tomorrow for a girl to walk with her head up. The change is sitting in our home; we all must take responsibility for it. 

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Mon Amie (My Friend)

Coffee cup froth
A lipstick mark
Low ceilings, it's quite dark

Confessions we share
Sometimes we just stare
You are my friend, it's all fair

An inside joke
Over a tall glass of coke
We stomach sweet laughter
Salty tears too
You are my friend, someone I cling to

A 3am call
Unnecessary trip to the mall
Make up malfunction
Wardrobe dysfunction
You'd tell me
You are my friend you see

Boredom texts
Silly nicknames
No lies, no pretexts

PMS mornings
No need for warnings
Shout and scream
You will always offer me ice cream

Matching bangles
Endless pictures together we take
You are my friend, not a faux or fake

Cute personal gifts
No misfits
"He's cute don't you think?"
Some sighs and a blink
You are my friend, are you up for a drink?

I'm down, you pick me up
I'm wrong, you beat me up
My emergency number
My number one slumber

You are my friend
You listen to comprehend
You deal with all my split ends
I can sometimes offend
But you are with me
Till the end