Expression

December 14, 2006

Moving on

Hello to all those who visit my blog...I lay low on this blog for a long while and have now moved on to another one which I hope to use more regularly...Please visit me at aparajita.wordpress.com...

Hope to see you there sharing our views and thoughts...

But due to pangs of separation anxiety I think I will keep coming back to this one as well...

July 11, 2006

Insensitivity...Limitless n Evergrowing

I wonder each time I see reporting of disasters and tragedies on different news channels what each of those reporters and anchors would feel if they were on the other side...or do they think they and their loved ones are immortal and tragedy proof? 'Step into other people's shoes' is an oft repeated mantra in courses on sensitivity but the news channels never found the time to step back, think and reflect...forget about stepping into others' shoes for a change...they are too busy collecting high TRP stories and reporting them 24/7 in the most callous, heartless and unthinkably insensitive manner...

I just hope at least a few of the thousands of people working in these news channels would read this blog and many many other ways in which many viewers are making their anger, dismay, shock known...

One reporter I saw shoving the mike into the face of a father who had just discovered her 28yrs old son was dead...he was obviously speechless...another relative was then asked about the time they recovered the body, how was the search prior to that...questions most irrelavant, empty and callously insensitive...


how would you feel Mr./Ms. reporter if you had just lost your father/son/sister or whoever and you were asked these disgusting questions?what answer do you expect anyway? is this the way you want to portray a people-centered reporting?that you invade very personal spaces of absolutely grief-stricken people and wish to know their obvious reactions? probably coz you have nothing better to report and just have to keep producing stories at any cost?

Can someone explain what difference it makes when and how a dead son was found? that he is dead and would never ever be alive is too deep a loss that MUST NOT EVER be taken adavantage of, for the purpose of reporting..."when was the last time you spoke to your dead son?" does that really matter?or is it to stir emotional chords of viewers who are safely sitting infront of their TV sets, supposedly hungry for juicy gory details of the havoc craeted in other people's lives?

Are we ever going to reflect and change?are we ever going to put a stop to this? Can we as media persons of so called leading news channels question ourselves each time we do such shamelessly insensitive reporting? Or is it only through insensitivity that you can become champions/leaders/No.1 in news reporting?


I only hope this blog is read by those responsible for bringing us news...hope they actually act responsible for a change...to bring about a positive change...and make us change our views about them...

July 04, 2006

Lucky Woman Am I ?

I am so lucky! My husband doesn't come drunk and doesn't ever beat me. My in-laws did not ask for dowry and didn't even raise eyebrows or taunt me or harass me when I didn't take any dowry...actually there was no question of taking coz I didn't really leave my parents' house to move in with my husband's parents house. We both left our parents' home and build one of our own. My husband 'allowed' me to retain my surname even after marriage. He did not force me to change my religion and convert to the one he belongs to. He lets me work when I want and where I want. He does not get upset if I do not cook for him at times or ask him to learn and cook for me as well...my in-laws do not force me to bear 'their' heir and I am sure if I were to get pregnant would not bless me to have a son...they would not determine the sex of my unborn child and not kill it if it is a girl! I have the freedom to keep in touch with my friends, many of them males and my husband does not create angry scenes if I meet my male freinds alone...I do not feel stifled, oppressed and fearful in my interactions with him. I do not have to ask for his permission for anything...and so people consider me lucky.

Yes I am lucky as many people like to tell me...compared to many other women in India...and they say I shouldn't make an issue about gender discrimination and violence against women and patriarchy...I am an independent, educated, upper middle class woman who was allowed to and even encouraged and appreciated by her parents to pursue higher studies and make a niche for herself in this world...

BUT as I admit to my good luck I want to know how many men in India would use similar parameters of luck? and then we will talk about feminism and the need for raising issues of gender equity and equality...

July 02, 2006

Sex Crazy India

Just saw three stories in a row on TV all pointing out the mania in our society about male child and its severe repurcussions...I am deeply disturbed and very frustrated. One woman with two daughters wants to use the latest 'gender mentor kit' called as the jantar mantar kit in India to determine the sex of her third child...god! what if it is a girl? of course she needs to be killed..after all we all need a male heir! I wonder how people blurt out such statements so matter of factly. Another man feels cheated because he bought a boy child and adopted him but a few years later he turned out to be suffering form a degenrative diseease-causing much dis-ease to all of them...his grandfather justified their hunt for another male child to be adopted by saying somehting to the effect, " we need a fit male child to take care of us in our old age, the first will fail to do so, we obviously need another one"...i don't know how to react and am scared of over-reacting but can't keep quiet somehow...i am not even sure if it is only a case of one of the worst forms of gender-based violence anymore. Do we bear and rear children only so that they can look after us and be there in our old age...is it such a selfish and calculative act? just because the male child has an illness he ought tp be discarded? more so because he was adopted and not a biological child? what are we doing as a society and will this ever stop? all my dreams and plans to have a kid of my own get negatively affected as I hear these stories...do I have a right to create a life and bring her or him to this scary world...where children are being treated as commodities, where girls are more often than not killed, despised, shunned, discarded just becasue they have a vagina and not a penis? what else is sex-based determination?

March 13, 2006

letters vs blog

Still learning to blog...a few years back the ultimate pleasure I found was in writing letters, buying interesting looking stamps of different shapes and sizes, posting 15 pages long letters and then eagerly waiting for the postman to get a letter addressed to me...I sincerely kept account of the arrival time of the familiar postman bhaiya who secretly seemed to be enjoying the power he held...I was scared of not giving him 'holi baksheesh', lest he threw away my precious letters...I hated the fact that he held the key to my link with my friends...things have drastically changed now. The only post addressed to me is in form of MTNL bills and bank statements...I do not get to know who the postman is and don't care anymore. His moods, his arrival time are no longer a concern for me...

Life has changed for both him and me...he must have lesser inflow of letters to sort out I assume and I am here sitting at the computer figuring out how to blog. Writing letters seemed such an easy task- just find a paper and your favourite colour pen and write as much as you like...the joy of buying pens of different shapes and sizes and the joy of buying different kinds of paper...it all added to the exercise of letter writing...but now I find myself struggling...I don't know who am I writing to and who will write back...I can't take breaks and resume later...I must finihs in one go and press send to post my blog...so what I am writing is a blog or a post?it was a simple letter way back then when I wrote on papers...

I no longer know where the post office is and no longer do I buy stamps and envelopes...I miss that time and I feel lost blogging. Yet I am learning and am determined to be more regular...the reaons of doing that are many...as there are advantages of blooging over letter writing...all that in my next blog/post...

so are there any people like me who yearn to write letters and all emotions that accompanied that experience?

October 30, 2005

whats in a name

The name my parents chose for me is not Aparajita but I chose this name because thats what I want to be in life. I look forward to learn blogging and meet many interesting people with whom I can share this space for expression...of my inner self, feelings, ideas, dreams, emotions, memories and thought. I look forward to discussing issues that concern me and find like-minded people and create meaning out of this entire experience of blogging. I am so gald my sister keeps introducing me to interesting and new things, adding richness to my mental and emotional life...

Bye for now and hope to talk lots very soon.