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To be a woman, not a victim!

I have realized for a woman like me, life began at 50. It took until then for me to understand what empowerment means in the Indian context. I was brought up to believe that women should be quiet, well-behaved, decent (my mother’s favorite word) and never rebel against social norms. I really never knew what [...]

Let’s Write a Better Beginning For Our Children

The earliest memory I have of my childhood is probably from when I was about two. I was standing on a stool and trying to reach for an egg on a shelf and in the process I broke it in two. Some people claim having a memory as early as nine months old. This was [...]

From a mother’s pen…

Returning home from school at 40 degree temperature in Delhi, I was sure that my mother will be waiting for me with a glass of water and then either some fruit juice or aam panna or water melon juice. She must have cooked my favorite meal for lunch and if not I have all rights [...]

Poem on my Mother

A poem penned by a son for his mom.

Pyaari Maa

Mother’s Day 2011 is almost here! This Day is a great occasion for us to honor and thank the woman who gave us life, continues to give us love and look after us in many ways that she can. This is a very special Mother’s Day for us as we have successfully completed the second [...]

Who am I?

It was 13th Feb 1999, I could not sleep the whole night, kept turning from one side to other in the bed. Early morning the labor pain became unbearable, my mother in law admitted me to the nearest hospital. After number of internal examinations, medicines and injections I was put under the knife. When I [...]

mother beyond gender…

This man defines the meaning of motherhood beyond genderhood in this heartfelt poem.

My Mother's Son

Mom is nothing like me. She’s strong. A trait I got to see up close, growing up, whenever I veered off the path she had carefully set. Maybe it came from bringing up two boys who might have had the tendency to be free, attesting that they were born wild, or maybe those were the [...]

Promises of the Unborn

A poem dedicated to the little angels who do not get to see the world

CWG breaking gender stereotypes…

October 11, 2010Breakthroughblog0

Among the positive turn outs that the recent Common Wealth Games in New Delhi have surprised us with, what I’ve found most exhilaratingly encouraging are the laurels of the Indian sportswomen (…)