Author: Arundhati Sahoo

  • Girl From The Dice

    Girl From The Dice

    The story tells the feelings of a father on seeing the thought process of his teen aged daughter; the pride of a father on his daughter’s confidence and motivation!!

     

    The girl in her teens, with dark brown eyes that are deep like ocean, with her elegance in walk as if caring for the dignity of mother earth in each step, sparkles of confidence in her face, went on to the dice to speak. Clad in a blue coloured dress she adjusted the mike, cleared her throat, getting the nod from the panel to start, she addressed the mass,

    “Respected Jury members and my dear friends, today I am pleased enough to have this opportunity to stand here and speak about the most important and at the same time obscured topic of women empowerment.

    I would like to cite the following points for my stand in favour of women empowerment. First of all, I would like to make it clear that women empowerment according to me means to bring women in equal terms as men, just like the other half. It doesn’t at all mean to give women a reservation, which in fact according to me means a silver spoon and demeans their potential, nor is it to make the domestic violence case only applicable to violence against females by males nor is it to give monopolistic power to women to exploit men in cases of molestation, because there are many cases fought in courts where the accused men are quite innocent yet fall prey to some tricks of some women.

    As per me, women should be given the same rights to freedom and to live their life their way.

    If the society can accept a man as a professional cook, then there should not be any problem if the same man cooks at his home or if a lady walks in the street being a business woman or an administrative officer.

    By women empowerment I mean if a lady needs to do all the job of household after returning from her work, because it’s her home, then the man residing there should also take half of the responsibility and help her cook. Everything should be divided as the home is of both the persons.

    Again at another stance women empowerment is not just to enhance diversity by expanding the mere presence in numbers but giving equal scope and opportunity. The way Kiran Mazoomdar Shaw, the CEO and founder of Biocon, was denied of a bank loan as a woman entrepreneur and asked to bring a male guarantor for the loan, same shouldn’t happen again on the name of empowerment. The way politics in the top hierarchy plays its role with a stereotyped belief as women being inefficient and incapable, that should be condemned for the responsibility of building of those businessmen and the founders once nested on the shoulders of women.

    Women don’t need to be worshipped as Goddesses but they need to be treated as human beings.

    We talk a lot about empowering them and enabling them to stand on their own, but they need to climb and walk and run, quite far way ahead is what we forget. Our society has come to such a point where half of our population, to be specific the women of our society feel far less confident in comparison to men and they feel humiliated when appreciated for their performance in the field of professional work. The effect of the legacy of our beliefs and dominance has become such that we make half of our population numb enough to stand to compete, there only we are defeated as a race of humans.

    Leaving apart the legacy from the past, we are yet far behind in equalizing the salaries. The same job if done by a woman will get less remuneration in comparison to men. There is absolutely no logic behind it except our thought process. If in today’s world Sheryl Sandberg writes that her employer said her that it is a profitable business on his part to get the same job done with a similar brain in half of the price; I guess we all understand the gravity of the issue, how deep rooted this problem is in our thought process.

    Women empowerment doesn’t mean to worship ladies or give them the silver spoon it means to give them a human like treatment before thinking about their gender, it means to not have the power to donate a girl to anybody else as the custom of ‘kanyadan’ goes, it means not to think or make them think that they are the responsibility of somebody else. It’s about making them powerful enough, both physically and mentally, if only one doubts their power; and giving them the choice to lead their life their way, be accountable for themselves and get the gentlemen under the same scrutiny as to be decent enough to behave and not eve-tease as well as to be respectful to human beings despite gender. At the end it’s about cultivating humanity in its true sense; treating everyone equally.

    Thank you for your patience.”

    She walked down the stairs and The audience was astounded at the clarity of her thoughts, the hall was silent and a man was wiping his tears, sitting there with contentment. He was looking at the girl more and more intensely as if trying to read her thoughts and relate her views to the life she has led. His daughter, the one who when born was despised so much by his community that he even had second thoughts for a moment regarding her birth, but today he realised how big a blunder it would have been if he had let her go and fight with her destiny just like many others!

    The girl, his daughter, who had always made him proud to be a father would have been abandoned and he would have never realized the thoughts of a lady so well.

    His one right decision had the potential to make wonders and those wonders were visible now to him, clear and distinct. He made a right decision by educating this person, who not only changed his view points of doubt and prejudice but also is in a mission to bring a new direction to the society. Her words might be sweet, her face might be tender with innocence, her gestures might be pure and naïve but her logic was enough to shake the belief system of the world. If girls will be empowered this way, our nation or world will never be any drearier.

    Just when he was too pensive in his world of thoughts that the girl called out, “Papa, you are here! You didn’t tell me you would come! You heard my speech? How was it??”

    He kept on looking at her and just said, “Yes, it was awesome!”

    He hugged her with pride and serenity.

  • Consolation – Not for All

    Consolation – Not for All

    This story tells the saga of the transformation of a beginner to a brand, taking every failure as a challenge and setting new limits every time she fails.

     

    Her beautiful eyes opened but the thoughts of last night suddenly flashed again in front of them. She kept on thinking how life changes with every single moment. She was one day in place of that little girl, who was crying to have lost the game, clinging to her father; as if there is nothing more to her life!!

    Morning was quite clear unlike the pre-occupied mind and heart. A new day broke but it brought with it the legacy of thoughts and feelings. Life has always been quite happening, sometimes in the darkness of ignorance and sometimes towards more exploration of the known.

    Depth, as it is, quite a temptation. A deep digging into her mind brought her back to the bygone days of life. A bleak moment of her life when she also failed; when she failed in the most confident field of her ability. They came to her as failures but always turned to challenges; challenges that made her as she is today, that shaped her life as well as attitude, they scaled her ability and that gave another horizon to her emotions as she thinks and behaves and transforms herself.

    A sunny day; a simple competition; a competition of ability; to prove herself capable of public speaking; a contest of logic and debate; and more specifically in the dreaded language of English…

    Here went a girl in her teens, on to the dice, with confidence sparkling in her eyes and firmly composed body gestures, to utter her views on the topic, “Is India free from corruption?”, the girl who was unable to pronounce corruption just a week ago is on her feet to address the audience on such an issue. Despite her expectations as well as performance she got blown up by failure. The first ever failure in the field of debating, the waves of the shock were enough to dismantle her world. The entire evening went in her sobbing in the cradle of her father, pampered and cuddled and consoled… Care of mother with a broken heart for her daughter, a lot of lessons for life, but perhaps her mind was not able to perceive any single sentence or any piece of emotion, she was lying there blank-headed.

    Then came the time, the time of final enlightenment of soul, of self-realisation, of a challenge, and strength to overcome all the fears, a motivation to go beyond the limit of being caught or reached and she took that time in her grip.

    She remembers only what she felt and thought! She was that girl, who is not a person to be consoled or sympathised; because consolation never gave her peace and sympathy demeaned her capability, she was a piece to actualize self and challenge self to achieve what others might not expect from her. She set her own limits and own assignments to do, and that is how she loved to climb the mountain of life, which is still and determined to make everyone learn trekking on it, if you can’t trek, you fall, you die with suffocation!

    Days passed on, she learnt not only to pronounce but also to write with a much strengthened vocabulary.  Challenges came; they were accepted and became tools of renovation for her.

    But then again, wherever one goes obstacles are always there. Being a beginner in the field of writing she faced a lot of hurdles on her paths to get published. She tried in many places and many of them didn’t revert back to her mails, some asked for recommendations or referrals and some confirmed out rightly that they don’t have place for beginners, but she never stopped.

    She finally thought to wake up and start her day not being a lazy philosopher anymore, sat on her bed, stared at her laptop, which was kept by the side of her bed; again gone to the automatic sleep mode by getting the hint of its master’s asleep state; she just switched it on and stared at the mails received, the first one was regarding some publication; she opened it and it said,

    “Dear Priya,

    We are pleased to inform you that your book is selected to be published by Penguin publication, India. We would like to get details on your acceptance of the offer. Our agreement letter and documents are attached in this mail. If you agree to our offer, then please send us the details required for publishing the book. We are waiting to hear from you.

    Penguin publications.

    India.”

    The sentences started to come to her mind again and again, the sentences that denied the offer to a beginner, that told her that she was not a brand!

    She was happy but more than happy she was satisfied, for now she was on her voyage of transforming a beginner to a brand! She always thought about nobody being a brand in the beginning but it is all about openness and inclusiveness of the society that makes brands out of beginners. Today she proved her own beliefs. Standing in her room, without a hurry to get fresh, she just turned on the music and got swayed with it. She danced and she sang, she enjoyed each bit of the music, relishing her long cherished desires with herself, dawn of the day turned to noon; but the sun was mild and the mood was wild. She took out some movie CDs stored in her closet and ordered food from outside, her favourite, Chinese food; sat in front of her loyal laptop and typed a mail accepting the offer from the publishing house. She then sat to watch the movie eating her food with much of a delight. The day broke and she found another self within her, the confident one, the victorious and courageous one, who won in the challenge that she once gave herself.

    She was never in favour of being favoured against anybody, for she thought that somehow demeans one’s self-esteem and ability. That esteem was preserved and so was her dedication to win the game being fair, able to look into her own eyes whenever she sat in front of a mirror.

    They gave a prize for consolation and she takes a pride in accepting the challenge. They say “Failure is the pillar of success”, she says, “Failures create new points of importance, milestones in life though not destinations; destinations signify end of the journey and the journey of life goes on, for her life exists after death as a name, it never ends; legacy continues!”

     

  • Hope Is the Best Thing

    Hope Is the Best Thing

    The journey of a girl from the hinter land of a village to her dream of higher studies, without the help of technology but with the assistance of people around and her passion to achieve something and create an identity of her own.

     

    It is a story. A story, not of the Bollywood or of the teen-age fantasy; but one of a quest; a quest to find and rather precisely to create self; a story of transformation, a story of the desire to conquer the earth and triumph over all odds, acquisition of knowledge to fill each little morsel of the brain though clearly known about its impossibility. A life of hope, a journey towards excellence crossing the bar of demure, it is a life of dreams to be lived, a story that says the saga of cherishing as well as relishing!

    A small village girl, unaware of the world outside just used to look at the sky, the stars and ask numerous questions that came to her mind. Some laugh at her questions some get irritated but her father always tried to answer. She sat in the premises of her home with other siblings and listened to the stories of the Hindu-mythology, a trend that rural India follows like urban kids follow Nancy-Drew mysteries and Harry Porter series of J.K Rowling.

    Well, that was never the end; or to be precise “end” is something that doesn’t exist, it’s just a point on the locus of your never ending curve of aspiration. The journey began there. She was very fond of stories. A cousin, who was staying at her place for his studies used to tell her a story each night. She would listen and then think of the characters and try to solve the rest of the puzzle herself as to why the characters did what they did.

    The journey to be somewhere started, a place was the aspiration that could give her respect, because she was frustrated with the daily saga of the differentiations between a boy and a girl, though not much at home yet quite a lot wherever she went.

    Her teachers started to gossip about her for she was playing at the age of 12, which is not seen as a good sign for “girls”.

    News of things happening everywhere made her startled. She used to analyse and think how to sort things out; but never got a clue. A system can’t run without people and when you involve people you have to include their fallacies. She will narrate things to her mother and she will listen like a little kid, she will try to analyse thoughts of her daughter and that is what they talked!

    Days went on and she finally got someone to show her the way ahead. Her teacher, who taught her maths and science (The only important subjects for Indian students) in her 10th class, was very optimistic about her. Seeing her interest he even guided her with English (The only subject that can be added to mathematics and science) and used to boost her confidence. He perhaps knew that she studies for herself and will never stop, not until she keeps on aspiring and aspirations are a way of life for her. He knew that she only needed confidence. He used to say her only one thing, “See, whoever you think is an achiever has two eyes and two ears, one face, one nose and the same as you, a human! So, think, if he/she can do it then you can also do it.”

    That was enough for the girl. The foundation was laid. Now when a person thinks and opines on things and is keen to learn, he/she seeks to analyse; that analysis in turn makes one too very pensive to express feelings in spoken words.

    She started to write, to express, to blurt out her thoughts and opinions about the country and the things that kept the country boiling.

    Sometimes God helps one in many ways. In her undergrad college she got good lecturers, quite approachable and keen to learn; too uncommon though yet it became possible. One of the lecturers used to sit with her and google astronomy, they used to read about stars and earth and what not in the universe, more about the most happening thing of course, black holes. Another lecturer was there who used to correct her articles and suggest her ways to improve. She did all the toil and people were doing work along with her for her development; theirs happened or not, not sure of that.

    Selected for job, but even worse, she got the appointment delayed. It never came in the first year and she stayed at her village. The purity of the air and naivety of the soil made her breathe with hope.

    She wanted to prove everyone that a girl can be equally an asset as a boy to her parents and she did.

    She did take care of her parents, not to prove but out of love; but eventually she proved to her own satisfaction. She proved her ability to dream and to fulfil them. She wrote and wrote, tore her heart to let her bleed in the piece of paper in ink. They all shone and smelled of the recent ink and that satisfied the fire within her, the fire of zeal and the water to flow in calmness containing those flames and yet not bringing a storm!

    Days passed by, and she knew that she had to do something more. A bachelor degree was never accepted by her as the end of her student career; she toiled to pursue a management degree. And now in the beautiful campus of IIM-L, not bad; huh!! Whether this will be the end of her formal education or not, the stars will tell you in future… but for her daily education out of the text book, IIM-L gives her wings to explore the best of ambience in its beauty and serenity, a daily feed to her curiosity.

    From the unconnected land, where science and technology fails to connect voices, she stood with hope, with hope of being in a position that is prestigious, inspired by the sky and the nature. The silent numb creatures gave her enough energy to go ahead and conquer the world on her own. Well, one never knows where the end is and where the beginning but just one thing can be said, hope is life and life is hope! End doesn’t come until one stops breathing!

  • Failure Doesn’t Stop You to Dream

    Failure Doesn’t Stop You to Dream

    The transition of the world towards a side where people with money and power are getting more powerful with success in life at their side and people with lack of resources yet much of talent lag behind… yet they never stop to dream or they never leave their courage…

     

    I was in a hurry to the office in a bus, mind was racing ahead of the speed of the bus, murmurs were barely heard, just then a loud sound of laughter compelled me to come out of my thoughts of the speedy life and stare to decipher the amazement. I was looking at the two persons talking, unable to realise that my gaze will pose a very bad impression. I then became a bit conscious and made my concern moderate to soothe those two and noticed that they hardly bothered to take a note of my behaviour over there.

    One of them was saying, “People worry about jobs these days and look at me. I am too blessed to have my brother in XYZ company and now he will make me enter there. I just need to sit for an interview. But I don’t have time to give an interview, you see; I talked to him about that and he says I will have to arrange my timing and give it by the end of the day. Just for the sake of formality it is, but they don’t understand my busy schedule!”

    The other said, overwhelmed with the contacts that he was making (seemed quite clear from his flattering expressions), “That’s true. Even I am too lucky to have a friend like you. You made it easy on my part; otherwise you know, Shiv didn’t hear my condition and asked me to bring him fifty thousand rupees’ cash to refer me! Look at you, I just asked and you arranged my job, set my life in the right track! Friends like you are really rare…”

    My mind often didn’t ask me before functioning to process my opinions on any little sentence that I hear. I often have a view point on whatever I hear or whatever is happening; sometimes I tend to hear that its bad to always think so deeply that you make it apparently a practice to opine on any silly little thing that is feasible. But certainly as a boon or a bane I am born with this and the first light that I saw tempts me to go with the unique me and my understanding with sole proprietorship of all my jobs.

    I suddenly remembered the morning show that made me late and compelled me to take the 8:15am bus instead of the 8:00am bus. My maid was very upset and asking for some money so as to make her younger brother study more and get a job. She was saying that her brother performed quite well in his last interview and was selected on the spot but then the son of some high level personnel came applying for the same job and the offer letter was typed but with the name of the son of the high level professional. Her brother was broken at heart and so she decided to educate him even more, to a level where these sorts of challenges can’t bother him.

    But alas, too creepy is the world that gives dreams to such people and they chase after them, to fulfil those dreams, unaware of the fact that there is actually no space for their dreams to exist.

    World is actually too small, not by the size of the globe but by the size of the minds and hearts of the people residing here. This is the reason why perhaps Sir Einstein said that even if man tries to fill one new thing in every single second to his mind yet it won’t fill even a quarter of the entire storage space.

    Universe is stagnant and so is the total amount of energy and matter; though the conversion keeps on happening. Resources reallocate themselves though the total amount of resources is constant.

    When people like these take the spaces intended for people who are quite deserving, their share is over. They keep on working, they keep on doing the real things but wilt just like the buds of the forest. Fragrance is appreciated by all but nobody appreciates/ acknowledges their presence or their existence altogether. Termed as the bottom of the pyramid, they stay at the bottom forever. They lay the foundation of any strong edifice yet remain neglected and least dusted, for they remain in the bottom of the pyramid. Everybody looks at the top, the sharpest peak, though the person standing there stands alone, there is space for only one to be the winner, the path taken doesn’t bother anyone though. However, the bottom gives space to the maximum number of persons yet they remain abandoned as always. The stepping stones to that edifice, without whom there is no way atop, but the end point is what that matters.

    People speak of favouring someone but they forget to favour someone, one has to snatch that same thing from someone else and that someone else might be the one whose mother is waiting for that one good news to leave the earth peacefully or whose father is ill, or whose daughter’s marriage is at stake for that one news.

    Every incident that happens just doesn’t happen as an incident but as a part of life, there is life to everything that surrounds us and there are things that happen as parts of life.

    A single success can boost someone’s confidence multiple folds and that single failure can make him/her feel dejected about life. incidents are the shaping instruments of life, attitude and personality as a whole. It’s not about the right or wrong but the relation between these words and their closeness, their relativeness with each other. It is always a motivating line to say that hard work leads to success but today hard work is just a side factor however luck or the charm of contacts is taking the centre stage.

    It’s never that opportunities are few but it is that exploring those opportunities to make them happen to overcome the bleak circumstances of one’s life has chances that are scarce. The gap between the haves and have-nots is growing as a never ending progression. Rather the creation of a new category i.e. have-mores is quite evident from the happenings that surround the universe.

    Thoughts in my mind were gulping me up, making me realise my helplessness even more profoundly when I felt the hotness of sun on my face. I realized that I was getting late to the office and suddenly the bus stopped and my office was there. Leaving behind my helplessness coupled with my pensive mind I rushed to mark my entry into the office with anticipation of lot many questions and the fear of being humiliated.

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