SEX WATCHES

I heard my colleague talking to my Boss. My boss tone was a bit loud and the anxiety took over me to know what was the issue. I just eavesdropped. My colleague was sharing his views about "SEX WATCHES". I was taken aback. Talking about sex ??? That too in public? That too with your Boss? I mean, Is it professional? I know even eavesdropping is not but this one is a real unethical issue.. I, with all my ethical senses working tried to eves drop again and felt myself sole responsible for maintaining ethical standards in my organisation.

 

My colleague continued, " I could see two watches. Sir. I , then moved on to select from Unisex Watches from Fast track." I felt like fainting. Was all this about Gender and Watches? I, somehow managed myself to my seat thinking about the imaginative roller coaster I have been into.

Where is my India?

Sweetness of a child is in its innocence. But dont we like the child who can be matured? After reading the instances where these innocent faces are torn and their presence of innocence questioned, I feel that its time to react. But didn't people reacted on the Delhi rape case? Didn't there was chaos all over? Did it yield any result? I live in a country where even animals are prayed as God.... Poojas are performed. Sthree is form of Shakthi and worshiped as Goddess and I find Goddess torn into pieces and demons dancing upon them. Why should I be proud about my country? Should i be proud about my historical culture which do not even exist? Should I be proud that I pledge always saying that all these demons are my brothers? Should I be proud about my country that I am scared that I have got a cute daughter whom i am afraid of allowing her to play in my house backyard peacefully and in freedom? Is this what I should be proud of? I know all Indians are terrified and shocked the same way I am. To be frank, they are also dumb-stuck and afraid to respond and lead the same way I am. When my heart still craves for innocence of my child, my mind begs to differ. I know mothers like me are weeping from inside who wish to give freedom to our young butterflies but still are forced to grow them up in a pupa........

Dream- Virtual ofcourse!

I remember our childhood days where we were in group and enjoyed the innocence of each other in our games. We went on playing together, commenting on each other, being feminists and male chauvinists, complaining about them to our parents still we were all united. Today, our children are in a facebook , rather a virtual group not knowing what's our true self, making friends, getting into problems, sometimes we get some good friends too. However, our children are missing the green meadows, fresh air and inhaling some good and negative thoughts sitting inside a room dreaming the world and forgetting to see the beauty. Social networks are helping us socialising virtually but the real meaning and essence of socialising is missed. I, somehow crave my old good childhood days to come back and visit our children and show them that there is a big world outside a face and book.... :) Hope my child learn to fly in a real world than in a virtual space allotted to her.