Time to change! Yes, it is. It is now or never. Winds of change are sweeping everywhere- starting from the hitherto demure lands like Tunisia to Syria, Bahrain to Egypt. For us, in India, it is routine as always. We defecate in public, kiss in private...we jump queues, yet never put our foot forward when needed to. We pamper our children, leave our elders to rot in old age homes. The word change means so much to us, something that we love to hear, never follow.
Boy would i love to change our " why would i care" attitude to public property. A neta dies, we go beserk. Like elephants on masth we go on a rampage,we set fire to buses, break window panes, hurl crude bombs and what not, in damaging public property. Whose property is it anyway? The property of US, every tax paying, law abiding citizen of this country. We should be ashamed of spitting and defecating on public road. They are roads, not our own large sized public lavatories! You may pay the tax Mr Aam Admi, but that doesn't give you the right to spit and shit.
And what is with the respect we give to women? We call our country Motherland and where do aged mothers end up here? Old age homes? Sadly, women are their enemies themselves. Unimaginable is the hatred and vice they have against each other. So much that they could arrange to kill the other and make entries of that in their personal diary! Is it not time to change the grudges women have against women? High time...Not to forget the physical and emotional domestic violence unleashed on simple women at home. Do they not deserve better?
Road rules...ah, who follows them anyway? Waiting for the bus and boarding it in a queue, never come to us, easy. We love to jostle, freak out, pant and sweat- all for a window seat in a bus! A bus where it rains directly on your head through the roof and winds that sweep away dirt on the road straight on your face...We are never organised and orderly when it comes to standing in queues. Jumping the queue is the favorite hobby for many, these days. We love to overtake anything with wheels on the road, be it a car or a bus or a bike. Pheromones push younger lads to whiz, zip, wheel and what not? When the rule says wear a helmet- we conveniently forget it at home or better still, hang it on the handle bar, ending up cracking the skull and wasting whatever little of grey matter left inside it;)
We call our country Motherland and where do aged mothers end up here? Old age homes? Sadly, women are their enemies themselves. Unimaginable is the hatred and vice they have against each other. So much that they could arrange to kill the other and make entries of that in their personal diary! Is it not time to change the grudges women have against women? High time...Not to forget the physical and emotional domestic violence unleashed on simple women at home. Do they not deserve better?
Where is the safety of women? It is Muthalik's orange brigade that kicks and beats women on Valentines' Day or women partying in the evenings. On the other side we have rapists and psychopaths on a rampage. Instances of eve teasing are constantly on the rise, mind you, age or marital status is not a deterrent here. So far as the woman is sporting a salwar, she is eligible!
Change is what we women in this country are hoping for...change that has been eluding us for a long time now. We need an attitude change which only education and understanding can give us. Unless we decide to change for the better, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Stringent laws that are enacted against domestic violence on women and elders need wide publicity in remote areas. Cleansing the administration of bribery will ensure adherence to rules everywhere. Fear of punishment always works wonder with human attitude. Hope change sweeps us off our feet, for the betterment of our lives.
p.p.s.: Happy Women's Day to all.