By Soumyadipta Banerjee* My cook has a very unlikely voice. When most domestic staff in India speak so loudly that it gets irritating at times, my cook's voice can hardly be heard from the other side...
Dear girl with sleeves rolled up, You are okay. Trust me. Today you might be alone when you bounce that basketball off the burning concrete court under the blazing sun. But it is all right. The anger...
It was a Monday morning; the winter sun had risen two hours ago. I hadn't slept all night apart from a few momentary winks. My eyes, heavy from the continuous typing and countle cups of coffee, were...
"Ma'm, Lavanya only plays with the boys in the bus, never with the girls," complained the visibly distre ed attendant. "What is the problem with that?" I asked her. Lavanya, by the way, is my six-year...
I don't think it is in my nature to be confrontational. Unle it is with my parents or people who I know very well, I don't usually pick fights or arguments, even if there's a difference of opinion. M...
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I see women breaking taboos and creating stories of inspiration every day as they find their way to dreams that were unachievable not too long ago. I see them in the form of Prema Ramappa driving a bus, in the form of bartender Shatbhi Basu as she juggles bottles to give you a great drink, in the form of Bachendri Pal as she climbs the mountains, in the form of village girls walking long distances to school and in the form of every woman executive.
When I was watching Chak De a long time ago, I couldn't help but nod my head in the segment where Shah Rukh Khan talks about how we always seem to first belong to our states and then our country. This is inevitable perhaps since India is really like 30 countries in one. Yet, despite the diversity all around us we seem to deal in stereotypes rather than in really getting to know people from other states.
By Dheeraj Sinha I was recently on a panel at Cannes Lions 2015 to discu the future of strategy. The panel discu ed several roles that strategy plays in this fast-evolving, tech- and data-driven worl...
Apparently the term 'stay-at-home-mom' was coined to redefine and modernise the term 'housewife'. All it really did is shift the focus of the woman's existence from being a wife to being a mother. Maybe these stereotypical labels came about for good reason but they do more to divide than define.
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You must have already formed an image of me in your mind, but let me fill in the gaps for you. I am a US Size 4, light-skinned, light-eyed, brown-haired girl living in a nation obsessed with fair skin. You must be wondering what gives me the entitlement to write this article since I occupy quite an enviable position in this culture.
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I recently became aware of a stereotype that is apparently quite prevalent in some Western countries -- the widespread belief that women are "bad at math". Luckily, this stereotype does not exist in India.
For the wide-eyed guests, arranged marriage means that I was gagged and packed off. The incongruence of the situation baffles them more. Each time the conversation ends in, "You guys do not look like an arranged couple." Of course we do not. We are a deranged couple.
Every time we were travelling out of Brisbane (our last city of residence), I'd be routinely put through a "random body scan" by airport security. This diligence wasn't just restricted to airports. Even the lady at a particular store would make it a point to stop me at the exit to check my bag. The steward at the restaurant would ask us twice if we knew it was beef we had just ordered.
I had failed womankind and its struggle for empowerment. What was I doing in the kitchen when I could be heading corporate conglomerates or a country actually, flying a plane or taking the next spaceship to the moon, or Mars? We were not quite done convincing the world that a woman's place doesn't belong in the kitchen, and here I was an educated, 21st century, cosmopolitan woman giving up on a lucrative job so I could cook chicken curry.