Indira Gandhi, Sushma Swaraj and Sonia Gandhi – three bigwigs of Indian political spectrum might have had to struggle to stay put in their position as leaders on their own merit. The men dominated political arena leave little space for women to thrive let alone hold formidable positions. But they did it. So do Indira Nooyi, Chanda Kochar and Kiran Shaw Mazumdar in their arenas of business.
The highly decorated Anglican Church has split recently, with five of its Bishops joining the Catholic Church. The Roman Catholic Church welcomed the five with stretched arms with the right to practice their own rite for sacraments. A welcome step towards the consolidation of “Holy Sea”. The Anglican Church, a creation of a British Monarch who wanted to have a mistress with canonical approval, have recently anointed women as Bishops and priests with authority to perform church services in par with the masculine gender. This is intolerable for the believers who strongly consider woman as a byproduct of the sixth rib of man, who coerced Adam to have the forbidden apple of Eden and instigate the first sin. According to Bible, woman is cursed along with Serpant, and therefore does not qualify to be the agent of God. Unable to bear the brunt of woman on the Altar, the five robed Lords switched their order.
Mary Roy, mother of ‘Pulitzer’ Arundhati Roy has earned a place in History. She won a 60 year long legal war in the judicial corridors of Kottayam to New Delhi. The toil was for an equal share of the massive wealth her father had bequeathed on her brothers, in the Rome of the East in God’s own country. The Travencore Christian succession Act, a law enacted in the 19th century, practiced by the Syrian Christian clan, depart only a sum of INR 5000/- or equivalent to the girl child as dowry, which include tythe- the church tax of 10 per cent of the dowry. Ms Roy could not accede to this archaic law. She plead for equal wealth, – crores worth in today’s valuation. Her brothers declined to part with. Church backed the brothers and provided them with arms and ammunition to fight the hapless Lady. She won the battles from the lowest to the the Apex Court of the Land. Even then,it took 25 long years, after winning the war, 1985 – 2010, for the legal fraternity to physically bestow her share of land to her. Win is a Win. Mary Roy, you stand out ! Hats off ! For those girls who are covered under The Travencore Christian Succession Act, please note the law has changed. You too change.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Appreciation unlimited
My yesterdays posting was about her, my wife ! I was planning to put up one for my mother. I need not break my head. I received a beatiful forward from a good friend. Same is copied as such, without any cuts. This registers my apreication and repentence for my mother more than what I could have thought of.
*Story of Appreciation** -
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."
The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first.
He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.
For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement.
He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more.
If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV.
But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters.
It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.
The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of them would have back mailed you too...but try and forward this story to as many as possible...this may change somebody's fate... :)
*Story of Appreciation** -
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."
The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first.
He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.
For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement.
He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more.
If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV.
But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.
After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters.
It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way.
You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.
The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
You would have forwarded many mails to many and many of them would have back mailed you too...but try and forward this story to as many as possible...this may change somebody's fate... :)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
What of her !
What to say? Of late I began giving attention to something which I should have done a bit early; Sorry Yaaar………..! I started observing Baby, with more curiosity now.
Madam, wakes up precisely at 5.30 in the morning every day, no matter what time she slept in the previous night. I invariably wake up with her call for our morning tea. This exercise she has been dutifully carrying out, God only has an account, for how long.
At 8 a.m. sharp, I leave after a tastefully prepared breakfast, taking with me carefully packed lunch, leaving her to herself. I remember very little of not having an ironed cloth by the time I get ready for office. I must confess, many a days, she even polishes my shoes without any repugnance. Saturdays and Sundays are holidays for three of us, now four, but not for her. These are the days her culinary marvels are revealed. . The Mother of perfection, she has been cutting and polishing me shape up my personality. Books from Sahitya Academy made her an ardent reader and gave her a humped back neck. Her reading has put more tools to her arsenal in chiseling my deeds and verbs.
During the period Swapna and Lisa were born, then on to School, College and to office, she has never caused reason for them to be late. Even now, like a mother bird, she takes care of their food, cloth and everything for them, the naughty creatures. She doesn’t like to jell with the fact that her two chirpy girls are now grown enough to run their own set up, independently. All to all, the beauty has always maintained herself youthful, a point which draws me back home after work.
All this tasks are executed within the time, I have left for her at her disposal, free, so did I conceive so far. I valued very little the precious time she spent in shaping all of us, confining to the four walls of our small house. Never wondered what she has been through back home during the time I was busy in ‘working’. But yet, despite her limited space or rather confinement, she gathered more practical and resourceful information, wisdom and knowledge.
I have been working for the house. She was building the home always. A beautiful home, in which all who lived, and who joined later, love to be together, always.
Past is past, I call upon the young boys, never call the mother of your child/ren a ‘House Wife’ . Cut it ! She is deservingly a Home maker !
Madam, wakes up precisely at 5.30 in the morning every day, no matter what time she slept in the previous night. I invariably wake up with her call for our morning tea. This exercise she has been dutifully carrying out, God only has an account, for how long.
At 8 a.m. sharp, I leave after a tastefully prepared breakfast, taking with me carefully packed lunch, leaving her to herself. I remember very little of not having an ironed cloth by the time I get ready for office. I must confess, many a days, she even polishes my shoes without any repugnance. Saturdays and Sundays are holidays for three of us, now four, but not for her. These are the days her culinary marvels are revealed. . The Mother of perfection, she has been cutting and polishing me shape up my personality. Books from Sahitya Academy made her an ardent reader and gave her a humped back neck. Her reading has put more tools to her arsenal in chiseling my deeds and verbs.
During the period Swapna and Lisa were born, then on to School, College and to office, she has never caused reason for them to be late. Even now, like a mother bird, she takes care of their food, cloth and everything for them, the naughty creatures. She doesn’t like to jell with the fact that her two chirpy girls are now grown enough to run their own set up, independently. All to all, the beauty has always maintained herself youthful, a point which draws me back home after work.
All this tasks are executed within the time, I have left for her at her disposal, free, so did I conceive so far. I valued very little the precious time she spent in shaping all of us, confining to the four walls of our small house. Never wondered what she has been through back home during the time I was busy in ‘working’. But yet, despite her limited space or rather confinement, she gathered more practical and resourceful information, wisdom and knowledge.
I have been working for the house. She was building the home always. A beautiful home, in which all who lived, and who joined later, love to be together, always.
Past is past, I call upon the young boys, never call the mother of your child/ren a ‘House Wife’ . Cut it ! She is deservingly a Home maker !
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