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शहर से गुज़रते हुए

शहर से गुज़रते हुए देखा कुछ गगन-चुम्बी इमारतें अपनी शोख़ियों पर इतराती थीं किसी गुफ्तगू में मशगूल थीं वो पर मोटर के शोर में आवाज़ें ग़ुम हो जातीं थीं मैं ठिठका सोचा भला सीमेंट की ये मीनारें क्यों हैं यूँ बदगुमान क्या पा लिया इन्होंने जिससे मैं हूँ अनजान ? पूछा क्यों इस तरह अपनी ऊंचाई से तंज कसती हो इंसान का घरौंदा हो  क्या इसलिए ख़ुद को आक़ा समझती हो ? वो मुस्क़ुरा कर बोलीं अकेले ही यूँ बदज़ुबानी ? यहाँ है कौन तुम्हें अपना कहने को ? --- सन्नाटा --- मैंने उस ख़ामोशी में खोजे अपने पुराने साथी  बुलबुल , जुगनू , कोयल   पर सुना तो सिर्फ वो गन-शॉट  और ओट में छुपे कबूतरों की चीखें |  

Taboo - A Working Mother



Since I have become a mother 5 years ago, not only do I have a bigger heart full of love but am also exposed to a cringe world of people who love to hate the working mothers. Yes, I am a mother and I am also pursuing a regular job, nothing unusual as I see most people around me doing the same. While I agree I have been shamed for doing this ‘anti-nirupa roy’ thing in the past by certain relatives, this is the first time fellow working women have indulged in shaming me over a 30 minute long ‘interview’ to get my son admitted to a supposed ‘high-profile’ school in Ahmedabad. It does sound unbelievable, given we have such big numbers of working mothers now than we had in the last generation. While we are talking about increasing the number of women in workplace, promoting gender equality in sports, etc. there is a big bad world out there who is probably still living under the rock or refuses to accept the times we are living in.


Sadly, this working mother shaming was done to me by none other than the Teachers who will supposedly teach my son and other kids to be a responsible human being/citizen. It got me thinking who were the lying to? The girls they were teaching in their school, asking them to get good grades, pursue higher studies and then sit at home when they grow up with the only purpose in life to attend their child’s orientation programmes? Mind you, they asked for the mark sheets of both the parents, so they could judge us on the basis of our education levels and then beat us when we say that we are working in respectable jobs after getting those marks. Irony! Unfortunately, since it was in regards to my son’s admission, I couldn’t really be the motor-mouth I usually am. People who know me would vouch for this.

Ok, so there are three kinds of working mothers you will see at the workplace: first, who are trying to make ends meet financially at home, second, who are career-oriented and aim to reach a certain degree in their lives or fulfil a particular goal and third, are both of these. I am both of these and am sure most of my friends would fall in this category. Sorry, but not sorry. No shame in being ambitious and no one in this world who doesn’t appreciate money. We work to satisfy our professional desires and to earn money, this is a basic fact for a man and woman alike. Rearing a child again is the responsibility of a man and woman alike. 

This is my initial brush with the school community and I hereby delve into it on not-so-sweet note while hoping it wanes away as the years pass. Welcome to school life my child!

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शहर से गुज़रते हुए

शहर से गुज़रते हुए देखा कुछ गगन-चुम्बी इमारतें अपनी शोख़ियों पर इतराती थीं किसी गुफ्तगू में मशगूल थीं वो पर मोटर के शोर में आवाज़ें ग़ुम हो जातीं थीं मैं ठिठका सोचा भला सीमेंट की ये मीनारें क्यों हैं यूँ बदगुमान क्या पा लिया इन्होंने जिससे मैं हूँ अनजान ? पूछा क्यों इस तरह अपनी ऊंचाई से तंज कसती हो इंसान का घरौंदा हो  क्या इसलिए ख़ुद को आक़ा समझती हो ? वो मुस्क़ुरा कर बोलीं अकेले ही यूँ बदज़ुबानी ? यहाँ है कौन तुम्हें अपना कहने को ? --- सन्नाटा --- मैंने उस ख़ामोशी में खोजे अपने पुराने साथी  बुलबुल , जुगनू , कोयल   पर सुना तो सिर्फ वो गन-शॉट  और ओट में छुपे कबूतरों की चीखें |