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INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY: Why we need to celebrate it?

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY: Why we need to celebrate it?

Editorial: Bicky Sharma

Today on 8th of March, we celebrate the International Women’s Day and it means a lot for us in our country. While the world today celebrates the uniqueness, beauty and purity of women, here in our country, it reminds us that we are still a long way to free our women of the oppression and discrimination. While others celebrate the strength, independence and liberty of a mother, a sister, a daughter and a wife, we remind ourselves of how they still shed tears for various reasons in our country.

Do we really need a Women’s Day? Yes, we do. In fact, we need more of such days. We need to remind ourselves more often that we have no space left to stoop down any further. We need to remind ourselves that we are now done with the women getting raped and molested – women of all ages, sometimes by a juvenile, some other times by a group and sometimes again by a very “normal” person. I read news almost everyday and I know exactly why we need to celebrate Women’s Day just more than once. I have read news about children starting right from the age of 8 months getting raped. You think of a number in months or in years and you have a rape survivor of that age. I read about a father raping his daughter, a priest raping a woman, an uncle raping her niece and just to say that for all the heaven’s sake we are standing beyond that line of sanctity.

We appreciate the strength of women today. What kind of strength do we talk about? The strength of carrying on a life with a sewing machine they gift you after getting raped? We are a fantastic country and the most amazing thing about our country is that it has a rape capital – Something to be very proud about. Our streets are more filled with eve teasers than stray dogs. People at other countries show their pain of rejection in a way that is too old school – they write music, poetry and stuffs. Well, we have our own different way. We throw acids. So much for our love of chemistry, or maybe its because we have a very efficient market to provide us with easy and cheap access to acids. And what we do with the woman who gets her body burnt to the same acid? We take out candle rallies in her support. We make her the symbol of strength. Can we give her back a normal life? No. Are we adequate enough to provide her with proper justice? No.

We indeed need Women’s Day because we need feminism to fight for equality; we still need to remind our sons to act responsibly. We have restrictions on our daughters going outside, their going around late at night, their choice of clothes and to say it specifically, we have a problem with their survival altogether. Today, we remind ourselves of the police stations that would suggest you to take back your complaint of rape or molestation for your own good. We realise the amount of pain and fear you face when you think about getting justice through the long harassing procedures of court. Today we ask the society about the way it looks at the women who are fighting against the trauma of rape or abuse. We take note of how women are abused and subjected to harassment over the social media sites, which they choose to flatly ignore because it’s India and “it is normal here”. We learn about how we are still a long way to completely do away with women trafficking and we are still going to be a reason behind the tears of all the women forced into prostitution.

So let us celebrate Women’s Day one more time today. Let us appreciate all the women who are paving way to a new era of gender equality, every single woman who finds her way to success despite of all the adversities. We celebrate each and every woman who is standing up – for knowledge, education, rights and equality and blocking the way to the repercussions of our actions. Let us celebrate them more than just one day, let us celebrate them everyday. Let it not be like every other year where the rallies of Women’s Day are followed by the same scream of terror and pain. By the story of another girl who gets tortured by her in laws for dowry. By the story of another girl who if forced to marry at a very young age and spends her entire life in confinement making the chullah burn. Let us not have another Nirbhaya and let us not be so tolerant to take half measures when it comes to punishment for rapes. Let us not be a social burden, a reason why a woman should not feel protected.

Pic: Art 'Delhi Gang Rape A Tragedy' by Tanmay Singh, Faridabad]

WHOM DO WE BLAME: Ethnically we are being divided. Now territorially too

WHOM DO WE BLAME: Ethnically we are being divided. Now territorially too
Writes: Amar Singh Rai
My heart bleeds! Ethnically we are being divided. Now territorially too! Who do we blame? The time has come for all to think and analyze rationally. Bengal's chauvinist attitude needs to be countered. We are considered " soft " targets and our weakness is being taken advantage of.

What are our weaknesses? Disunity, ego, money, position, jealousy, casual approach, taking things for granted, not being assertive, crab mentality, subservience --- we can go on and on and the list will be unending!
We are giving them an upper hand and they are harping on the past glories of Bengal and Bengalese. " What Bengal thinks to-day, India thinks tomorrow" is their eternal cry. For them how can a race of subservient people- "durwans", "servants", "aayas", "immigrants", "foreigners" question their intellectual superiority? Do we have any hopes against such an attitude?
The only answer to this is UNITY. Now I realize the significance of those words of wisdom - "United we stand, divided we fall". How true! The Bengal Government is so confident that the only way to counter the demand for a separate State is to divide the people. See how successful the move has been? Our people have failed to see this. Our people have failed to realize that in our Hills history has not been witness to the dominance of either a national or regional party. It has always been a localized party! If these people want to change this- good luck to them! BUT in the long run, it will be the people who will decide. Posterity will question them and will never forgive them.

Kalimpong District: I'm just scared that my son might never see the Beautiful Darjeeling Hills where his father and grandfathers lived.

Kalimpong District: I'm just scared that my son might never see the Beautiful Darjeeling Hills where his father and grandfathers lived.
Writes: Nuwanzo Nilankar Lama

It makes me sad to see people rejoice on Kalimpong being declared a "Separate District." Even though I am from Kalimpong and I love Her, Yet I'll never change my Postal Address to District- Kalimpong, coz I've always been and will always be a Part of Darjeeling District.
Yes we used to face problems sometimes, travelling to Darjeeling for official work and so on and so forth but those problems were nothing....not even centimeters close from what problems we are facing now and what kind of a world we are giving to our up coming generations.
It makes my heart heavy seeing our people blinded by 'Money,False Pride and False Dreams.'
Everything is right before our eyes, we know everything is false and wrong yet we are supporting it and yet we are blinded.
What is it that has happened to our people and who is to be blamed?
Is it our meek Politicians who set this trend, who sold their souls to The Devil (WB Govt) for Wealth and now that every body wants to follow their footsteps. Or is it Mamta and the WB Govt that is to be blamed for successfully dividing "Us" or is it our Selfishness and Greed that is to be blamed?
Literacy rate in our Darjeeling Hills might have increased compared to the older days but I believe we are 'Educated Illiterates.' People from the older days might not have been educated literary but they were 'Morally Educated' and that is why Love and Brotherhood prevailed. But we 'Educated Illiterates' have lost it all. 'Too many cooks spoil the food.'
I'm just scared that my son might never see the Beautiful Darjeeling Hills where his father and grandfathers lived.

Hey Mainland Indians - Learn to Live With My Kind

Hey Mainland Indians - Learn to Live With My Kind
While passing by people, often I overhear "ching chang chu"… Offended, I try to retaliate but the offender is just a boy on his field trip. Few days later I am entering a restaurant, a guy in his 30's looks at me, "ching chang chu", he passes by. Since we are not known to keep our cool in such situations, I confront him. Smelling of spirits, he shows me his id card unwary of his surroundings. He calls himself a local, is that supposed to intimidate me?

It’s a cold winter evening with empty cups of coffee on their table remain a group of unpleasant people. The restaurant is crowded, we order some food and ask them if they could kindly switch seats with us since we needed a table to eat. The reply "arey usko chinese may bata hindi samaj mae nahi ahyega" we walk away.
First of all to those who think the people of China speak in Chinese, let me put it on your face."You my friend are blatantly uninformed or perhaps ignorant. Chinese people mostly speak in two major languages and they are Mandarin and Cantonese. The people in India don’t speak in Indian, do they? Yes, to you idiots out there let this sink in. It may be too much for your pea sized brains to comprehend, but give it sometime, have a pill if you'd like, it may help you with some reasoning.
Perhaps the most ignorant phrase a North Eastern can hear in modern India is the plight of being called a Chinese, perhaps there are even more hurdles we must face, but the most common one I face after 70 years of independence is this - being called a nation less person. For decades, I thought I belonged in India, until the day, the rest of India labeled me.
When faced with such a difference, there are feelings of embarrassment, anger, and rage, at times we may ignore the taunts, but at others it may even lead to our fist brawl.
We are a democratic country with a defined constitution, and laws to protect us, that is what I read all my life. It was only after growing up and moving to a bigger city, did I realize that these laws do little for an alien face in an alien state. Either you live with it or leave with it!
I see people passionately talk about culture. Indian cultural diversity. Sadly, the true face of India is not in its culture, actually it lies with the people and I don’t think being a racist is our culture. Usually we blame the culture or the family upbringing after an incident occurs, but don’t blame the caste or the creed or the sex, BLAME YOURSELF!
I feel it’s time for us to stand up and say no to social evils happening around us. If you took time to read this, I believe you are capable enough to take a stand. Next time if your friend is being a racist stop him, nudge him, or yet kick him.
I am from the north east and I am as Indian as it gets, learn to live with people like me and faces like mine… and the next time you see something wrong happening around you raise a voice, don’t just be a spectator, and perhaps in the years to come we will see the actual development which is required… The development of one’s minds and of one’s thoughts.
[The writer wants to remain anonymous]

#GORKHALAND AND MY DESIRE TO LIVE WITH DIGNITY - Is it too much to ask?

#GORKHALAND AND MY DESIRE TO LIVE WITH DIGNITY - Is it too much to ask?
Writes: Laxmi Sah Thakuri
As I grew up, I have learned more from life. I have seen and experienced from each day that passed. I always thought this “world is mine” and that we all are members of this larger community, But with each day I lived, I came to know how different people are, how people distinguish themselves based on the colour of their skin, how people have different way of living… Some are called Tribes, some are called Dravidians, Aryans and some are called Mongoloids...
But no one seems to feel that we are all a “creation of God”.
Today I see the indifference among the people; I see the boundaries in the world. The whole world is divided into small parts where people live, But are known to be different. Different places, Different habits and even difference in the language they speak - Americans, Australians, Chinese, Japanese, Indian etc…
In that one small part of the globe I live, and that small part is known as "India". It is my country as I have known, but still I don't find a place where I can feel free because people are further divided by the appearance and the language they speak...
Someone is called a Marathi as he lives in Maharashtra. Someone is called a Bihari as he lives in Bihar. Someone is called a Manipuri, he lives in Manipur and so on.
So many places, So many different names but why?
I live in India, and I have a voters card which every adult Indian citizen has, I have an Aadhar card which every Indian citizen has, I have a ration card and I get the same facilities from the government of India which every citizen of India gets
But I am not free…
Why?
My mother tongue is Nepali and it got appreciated by the constitution of India on 20th August 1992, but I don't have a state of my own, I ask why?
When every state in India belongs to the people of different language, different tradition, why not me?
Why is it that, I have no state of my own to live? When I also have a different language, when I have a different tradition, why I am considered to be from Nepal? Why are the people who share my tradition, my culture are suppressed and labeled as being from Nepal?
We all know that Nepal is a different country, we all are aware of the fact that people of Nepal are called Nepalese so why I am considered to be a Nepali and not an Indian? When I have no relation to that foreign land, other than our linguistic and cultural ties? Ask me how it feels when people call me a Nepali – from Nepal? I feel like an alien, I feel so sad, so helpless...
I have a certificate from the west Bengal government stating that I belong to the “Gorkha Community"
But why do people call me Nepali, every time I ask for my rights?
Ask how it feels if you call a person from Muslim community as Pakistani?
Will it make any sense?
No, because that person will be hurt. Will it make you feel comfortable to hurt someone’s sentiments?
No, because every individual has his or her own dignity, there is no happiness, no joy in hurting someone else's sentiments.
Maharashtra and Gujarat used to be a single state, it split into two different states on 1st of May 1960, because of the two different languages that people speak 1. Gujarati 2. Marathi.
I live in west Bengal and people here speak in “Bengali” and I speak in “Nepali” But why haven't I yet got a state of my own? Is my demand a wrong desire?? Or is my demand right?? Because whatever I saw and learnt is people are distinguished and differentiated on the basis of the language they speak, when people who speak different language have their own state why can't I?
When Mary Kom from Manipur wins gold medal for India in Olympic,s every single person from all the 29 state celebrated with joy from Kashmir to Kanyakumari, from Gujarat to Shilong each and every citizen of India was happy and proud of her. When Indian cricket team wins world cup each and every person from all over the country comes together to celebrate and gets the feeling of united “we the Indians”, No one says I am a Marathi, No one says I am a Punjabi, No one says I am a Gujarati, But everyone says I am an Indian and everyone has the same feeling of patriotism.
When a rape case occurs in Delhi, every citizen of India prays for the victim and when Kashmir faces problems, there is not a single person who isn’t worried about it, all over the country from all different state people demonstrate their emotions and support through candle march etc...
So why don’t I get my freedom? When dividing into different state does not affect anyone's identity, when division of being in different state, speaking different language cannot affect our sentiments, why can't I desire to be free?
I am a Gorkha, I have my own language, and I have my own tradition, WHY am I labeled as being from Nepal every time I ask for a state of my own?
Let me give you an example - we have our another neighbor country “Bangladesh”, and they are called Bangladeshi and their national language is Bengali, Even people of my state “west Bengal” speak “Bengali”, so why don’t we call them Bangladeshi? When you all can call me Nepali?
If you want me to live free, then erase all the lines of divisions, erase all the social circumstances that has divided you and me, erase the feeling of you and me and let's build a better India where we can live in harmony
And that won’t be possible unless you grant me my basic right… a state of our own to govern and prosper in.


SEXUAL ASSAULT: It’s Not The Dress Stupid, It’s Your Attitude!!

SEXUAL ASSAULT: It’s Not The Dress Stupid, It’s Your Attitude!!
Writes: Upendra

What happened in Bangalore on the night of 31st December, 2016 happens every day in the streets of India, may be not at such a large scale, but sexual harassment of women, molestation and rape is an epidemic that has spread to every nook and corner of our country. We may not like to admit it, but trust me; it’s sexual assault against woman are nothing less than an epidemic.

The problem however, is not with the sexual assault alone, but with the silly excuses often by those who consider themselves to be the upholders of our liberalism and feminism that are used to justify such assaults, including this bizarre ‘science of sex’ argument and more often than not, our people indulge in widespread victim shaming, instead of questioning the perpetrators.
The moment a woman dares open her mouth against sexual assault, the very first question people tend to ask is ‘when did it happen?’ God forbid if the incident happened after sun down, majority of the people invariably end up questioning the woman – ‘why did she have to go out at night?’ ‘What was she doing out so late?’ ‘Oh! She was alone at 8 PM? It’s her fault… she should have known better’… and on and on people question the ‘character’ of the woman, instead of questioning the assaulter.
If she was assaulted during the day, the obvious question that is asked is, ‘what was she wearing?’ ‘Oh! she was wearing a skirt… who told her to show her body? she should have know better’
If she was wearing ‘proper clothes – read Kurta, Saree, Burka’ the very next question is, ‘was she drinking booze? Who told her to drink booze, she had it coming.’
If she is not guilty of any of the aforementioned ‘crime’, then the next question is ‘what was she doing there? She must have asked for it…’ We have seen how some morons even blamed food – chowmein, and mobile phones for the sexual assault, but not the men who perpetrated those heinous crimes.
It’s this relentless, never ending questioning of women, which promotes and provides room for such perverts to walk away free every time someone sexually assaults a woman.
Tragically almost 90% of such crimes go unreported. The victims, generally women, are afraid to speak out, for they are aware how our society will find a way to blame her for the assault.
The moment such a crime gets highlighted ‘Morality ke Thekedaar’ like Samajwadi Party leader Abu Azmi who will claim, “women roam around naked, a blot on Indian culture…” implying the women deserve what was happened. We also get the likes of Karnataka Home Minister G Parameshwara who said "such incident do happen on New Year day and Christmas." It is this institutionalization of sexual harassment, molestation and rape which is at the crux of the problem women in our country have to live with.
But it need not be so.
I come from Darjeeling, and even though we are politically a part of West Bengal, socially, culturally, geographically and linguistically we are very different than the rest of Bengal. We have more in common with the rest of North East India, than the mainland Indian culture which is prevalent in Bengal. Let me explain what I mean by ‘mainland Indian culture’ vs ‘rest of north east’.
Unlike the rest of India, the dowry system is almost unheard of in Darjeeling, Sikkim and rest of North East, which roughly translates to the fact that our daughters are not seen as a BURDEN. Rather, they are regarded as the most important members of our families. What this very basic, yet fundamental difference in perception of our daughters does is it provides a room for our daughters to grow up into becoming the person they want to become. For every son who is a doctor we have daughters who are engineers, for every son who is a trekker we have daughters who have climbed Mt. Everest, for every son who are teachers we have daughters who are Professors, if our sons are musicians our daughters are rock stars. Not all of them, granted, but they have that freedom and choice to do and be what the desire and aspire to become. This is the basis of our NE society – women are treated as equals, and even though there will definitely be some families that may not treat their daughters as equal, but in general the daughters are often more cherished than the sons.
In Darjeeling, Sikkim and rest of north east this freedom of choice begins right from our childhood, when boys and girls go to the same school. They grow up together, mingle with each other and end up learning to respect the opposite sex as our equal. For every son we bring up as Krishna, we have a daughter who is brought up as Durga, so mutual respect comes naturally as it is imbibed fundamentally in our communities. In my community – the Gorkhas the sons are never taught that they have to protect our daughters; rather we have a festival Bhai Tika where the daughters vow to protect their brothers. This sense of women empowerment is not imposed, rather it comes from our fundamental belief that daughters are equal to sons in each and every respect. Yes, there will be instances and families who may not necessarily treat their daughters equal, but in general the daughters are not seen as a burden on their families, and this basic fact changes everything.
Our daughters are allowed to choose their life partners, much like our sons. Arranged marriages are a rarity in Darjeeling, Sikkim and rest of north east India, and actually often frowned upon. The general feeling is that ‘if one cannot choose his/her wife or husband then what will you do when it comes to making other important decisions in your life?’ Inter-caste, inter-religion, inter-community marriages which are so rare in rest of India are a common phenomenon in North East. This not only helps in making our community more diverse, it also helps in promoting religious, social and cultural harmony too.
This respect towards female is not just confined to our own, but is extended to every women who happen to come in our society. Darjeeling is a hill town and one of the most popular tourist destinations in India, we take pride in the fact that Darjeeling is one of the SAFEST cities for single female travelers in the WORLD. Don’t take my word for it, rather take this testament from Jon Snow of Channel 4 News UK, when his daughters were stranded at 2 AM by a highway, this is how a truck driver and his helper from Darjeeling reacted. He writes,
“At 2.00am in the morning on a remote stretch of winding road one of the tyres gives way. The driver changes it in the middle of the road. Fifteen minutes later a second tyre gives up the ghost. No more spares.
To my horror, these two blondes stand, at 2.30am, on the dark roadside and start hitching. A five ton truck laden with sand hails into view. It stops, they scramble in. The driver and his mate prove to be the sweetest most caring individuals.
By 4.00am they have stopped at a tea stall and are buying the girls, tea and delicious pastries.
At 5.00am the sand truck draws up at the very doors of the hostel in which the travellers are to stay.”
This is perhaps the fundamental difference between the North East and rest of India, or we don’t see a single woman as an opportunity, rather we see her as a collective responsibility.
I am no Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore, but if I was him, I would probably pen,
“Where the women are without fear
and their heads held high,
where society doesn’t impose their norms on them
instead allows them to become who they want to be,
where the dresses they wear, the time of the day they hang out
and food and drink they enjoy is not judged,
much like the North East India
Into that heaven of freedom, my Mother, let my country awake.”

"Yes, I wear a bra. Yes, it shows. So?"

"Yes, I wear a bra. Yes, it shows. So?"
Writes: Nivedita N Kumar
Why? Why do you do that? Stare at my breasts like they are cute babies calling out to be cuddled. Strip me naked, slowly, every time I enter the bus? Try to glimpse into my cleavage when I am sitting and reading in the metro.

Who gives you the right? To grope me in the crowded bus? To fall on me "innocently" when I buy popcorn in the theater. When I sit cross legged in the auto and you stop your bike and look hungrily at my legs.
A piece of meat, am I?
How do you think I feel? When I have to continuously watch over my shoulder, because it is 10 pm and there is nobody at the bus stop, except you. Staring at my neck.
When I panic, because my phone is dead, and I am in a cab wearing a backless dress?
When my friends and parents worry that I have to travel alone at night?
When I am sleepless in the bus, thinking, that your hands will pin me down and yank my clothes away?
What makes you think I should not wear that pretty black skirt?
To be scared. Afraid. Tensed. Every time I am not at home.
What makes you think I like it when I find you smiling at my bra strap that shows? Yes, I wear a bra. Yes, it shows. So?
Ohh, don't say that its my clothes! I have found you eyeing the waist of that woman who was wearing the plain faded saree. Your eyes get all excited when the young college going girl enters the bus in just a kurta, no dupatta covering her bosom.
And yes, one slip of the pallu or dupatta and you go wild.
Staring. Smiling. And staring.
So, if I have a beer in my hand when I am on a beach, you think you can click my picture?
When I wear hot pants and laugh with a guy you think you can pinch my ass?
Does the lit cigarette in my hand seem like an invitation to you? To come violate my body with your eyes?
Yes, I am a girl and I drink alcohol, so I am an 'easy target'. Is that it?
Yes, I drink. I smoke. Does that mean I want to have sex with you and every man on the street?
You. Who teach your daughter to be safe from evil eyes, don't flinch before mentally having sex with me when you see me on the street? You, who get angry when a boy smiles at your sister, don't feel ashamed standing at the street corner whistling at me every night.
No practice what you preach, for you, right.
Do you still think I am the one who needs to change?
[Pic for representative purpose only]