My brother does not know how to make knot of necktie. Whenever father’s not at home, and AZ needs to go somewhere with necktie on, he starts fighting with me that I should at least learn to make a tie-knot. And I always feel embarrassed don’t know why. Given my fascination, I should learn it.
So these days, I am practicing making tie-knots. My father makes a very complicated knot. AZ is trying to learn a simple knot from his friend and we both are practicing it these days. A necktie always lies right next to his pillow, he and I try it each passing by. Honestly speaking, I always forget from where to start and which part should be up and which down. I usually make very ridiculous knots and insist that it is really fine. And AZ always protests that he will not wear it at all. I hope I will learn it soon. Lol…..
People who remain in my memory and would remain there forever are just because of their neckties of soft colors and fine designs and their nicely made up knots. The tyranny is that they do not know I like them and why. I will always remember my ex-boss who had a really very nice collection of neckties and he used to make beautiful knots. I still remember his light pink and sky blue ties. White’s design was really good. Although I did not like most of his attitudes but I always gave him the tie-based margin. Once I heard him telling some one that his wife used to shop for his stuff. Well I always admired her and her taste hehe but in case of ties only :P Sometimes mom asks me: “did you see that guy”? And I replied “He …oh God…. He was so indecent. Did you see his cheap tie?”
I just wish to lie down on one of the benches and see the falling of leaves. The leaves will soon be dried and will scream when anyone steps on them. They actually mourn on how they have to leave the branches. It is always difficult to abscond from your roots.
I thought a lot what special should I write for the Women’s Day. It should have been meaningful and purposeful. But what it should be? Didn’t get any thing worthy to write upon. I don’t exactly know what I am going to write now.
Why does the world celebrate women’s day? Would celebrating a specific day for women change the condition of women, especially women of under developed or developing countries? Would this day help us in getting our due respect and rights? Has the number of abandoned and distraught parents been decreased after celebrating Mother and Father’s days?
Nothing would change unless and until people change their mindsets, their perceptions and their way of thinking. The hardest thing is to change the perception of the people. But change is persistent. Sooner or later people’s thinking towards women would change. It has already been changed but much more change is required.
I still remember an incident and I think it would remain glued to me forever. In our organization, we almost have 140 males and just 12 females staff members. Sometimes, we females feel that we are being suppressed by our male colleagues. They intentionally try to exploit us. They always jump in front of us while they see us going forward. Many of us including me were very upset, as we were not getting our due recognition. I myself felt and still feeling that most of the men do not digest women coming in front line. They do not leave any single chance to show women how much stupid they are and that they always put foolish ideas. And the same idea is considered best if it comes from any of their male counter part. They expect women to work behind them proving that there is always a woman behind every successful man. They think that they would do justice when they mention the woman behind them in the end.
The most interesting thing is that such conflicts never come in front of any one. They remain hidden and are not given any importance. People just take it for granted. Khair conflicts between men and women staff members were getting worse. A meeting was called to solve the conflicts between few colleagues (not between men and women). At the end, the head asked if some one else had any issue to be discussed. He saw everyone and I found myself raising my hand. I don’t exactly remember what I had said but my fellows told me later that it was an emotional speech. I just remember few lines: “To open door for women and letting them enter first and to empty your chair for women is not the standard of respecting women. We appreciate if you do it for us but we will be more than thankful when you recognize our work and efforts too. We females consider it more than worth when male colleagues appreciate our work and ideas as they do for their fellows”. That was my main context. I cannot explain the facial variations of my male colleagues.
After the meeting, they decided to boycott me socially. They started lobbying worse against us especially against me. They thought and still think that they regard women a lot and that I had some issues with one of them but I had criticized everyone. And that I should have discussed the issue with that specific person personally but not in the meeting. I (and my poor fellows) had to face severe propaganda. I might be wrong in my views but I spoke as a representative of all women. The interesting point was that they did not find themselves wrong in any case. The most cowardice of them was that they did not dare to talk to me directly during and after the meeting. Dar gaye shaid ……
There are some girls who enjoy men’s company more than women’s (it’s a fact OK). We are blessed with such a precious girl. All females were on my side after the meeting and she alone was in the male compartment. Hahahaha and she is still their biggest sympathizer. Although men do not leave any chance of hitting her too.
Khair it was all-discouraging but I got much strength emotionally and morally after that. I learnt how to present yourself and how to fight for your rights. No one would come for your help; you would have to take stand for yourself. The management has done some reforms which are really meant for our betterment. The crux of the story is how could the condition of women change until or unless men consider that women are in distress.
