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WHAT WOMEN WANT... Where the streets and homes are free from harassment and humiliation, Where the woman’s body is not the punching pad for repressed frustration, Where access to equal opportunity is her birth right,    Where she does not have to strive twice as hard just to prove her might Where she is not killed even before she is born, Where she does not go on living wishing she was gone, Where her identity is more than being a daughter, sister, mother or a wife, Where in true spirit exists the freedom of choice,    Where she is free to decide what she wears and what she does not, Where she can choose to marry or not, Where she is not judged when she wants to opt out, Where she can be fearless when she needs to steps out, Where she is not treated differently based on whether her skin is fair or black, Where she does not care if she is called a skinny jack or a potato sack. Where she does not have to hang her head i...

In the modern world where environment conscious urban dwellers are trying to do their bit to invest in sustainable and eco friendly products, the Mudha weavers from Mandi Mirza khan find a high-demand and high margin market to sell their wares. Kanaiyalal is one such craftsman from Mandi Mirza Khan who makes mudha chairs and displays his finished products on the pavement and sells them to the urban customers. On the wide pavement near government high school on Vartur road in whitefield,  kanaiyalal spreads out his wares every single day of the week and is engaged in weaving a mudha chair until the next customer who comes looking ewinces some interest in buying his wares.    Mudha chairs unlike many other hand made products from India do not find an export market. The rustic raw material made of untreated Sarkanda grass has still not passed the stringent test of export quality and may be perceived as a threat to biodiversity of many nations. Thanks ...

Dum Lagake Haisha  ( Give it all your energy )  !!! The screeching wakeup call of the birds pierce into my ears while the rising sun’s light floods right through my closed eyelids creating myriad forms in various shades of orange and grey.    I have closed my eyes to focus and enjoy the moment. That moment, I do not know how long it has been. It might have been a few seconds or may be a few minutes. I am not counting time today.  Just enjoying and prolonging the moment for as long as I can. I am supposed to empty my mind. Empty my mind of all thoughts from the past and present, bitter or pleasant.  The harder I try, the more it oscillates. So I just let go. My memories take me to those days, and I relive the heartache and the struggle.  My struggle to hold myself up (actually down), my fears about falling flat on my face and my belief that at my age, I was too old to learn. As I look back my heart is filled with gratitude and awe for...