Thursday, March 26, 2020

The Drummer Girl

Once there lived a little girl named Lizzy. She dreamed of becoming a drummer and drummed on her table every day. But her parents wanted her to become a scientist. This made her sad. She prayed hard so she could become a drummer.

One day while Lizzy was playing in the park with her friends, a vendor selling small drums came that way. She wished deeply to buy a drum, but her parents didn’t give her the money. Lizzy stood close to the vendor and watched him play it. He sold a few drums to some children there. He saw Lizzy’s desire to have a drum in her eyes. So he played a wonderful piece for her on his drum. Lizzy was overwhelmed with joy, and jumped up and down clapping her hands.


Seeing this, the drum vendor gave a drum to her and asked her to play a piece. Lizzy was overjoyed. She took the drum in wonder and played one of the rhythms she had been practicing on her table. She played with such passion that the drum vendor and everyone who listened were filled with awe. When she finished, there were cheers and a long round of applaus.


Drummer Girl (Picture from HERE)
Then, from behind the crowd, her parents came forward and embraced her in amazement. They told her, “you play like a professional! We are sorry we denied you your dream. Now on, we think you should pursue your dream.” Lizzy’s eyes welled up hearing this.

The drum vendor told her, “Lizzy, you have real talent. Keep that drum and practice every day. I will come back next year to listen to you.” Lizzy couldn’t believe her ears! That day onward, she practiced every day on her drum and went on to become one of the best drummers in the land. Next year when the drum vendor revisited her village, she was already known as ‘The Drummer Girl’.

Wednesday, December 04, 2019

Parking and Patriarchy: a strange relationship

Almost always, my neighbor’s bike is parked in the garage in a haphazard fashion. It is because he has got the bike as part of his dowry. Because he hasn’t earned the bike, he does not respect or take care of his bike. Because he got his bike along with his wife, he thinks the same about others too! He never respects other neighbours’ or my bike. He carelessly hits and scratches others' bikes, parks carelessly so that other bikes have no space left and so on.

What’s unfortunate about this dowry-induced lack of respect for others’ property is that it is passed down the generations. Now, my neighbour’s 6 year old son has a small cycle. He parks it exactly the same way as his father. He scratches our bikes the same way as his father. The six year old will grow up and may ask for a dowry. He may get a car along with a wife (because girls’ parents lack a spine). He will park it carelessly and encroach into others’ spaces. He will scratch others’ bikes, cars and self-respect.

This is the story of one manner in which patriarchy continues to live on in this country.


Tuesday, October 22, 2019

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