Finally the fiasco called IPL is over and so once again there is dearth of controversy and glamour for our news aka noose media.Its cousin daily soap media however is still ruling the roost by portraying women regressively,only as powerless victims or vicious witches.However it is also true that off late some of the soaps have touched upon real issues. Though the exaggerated dramatised treatment of the subjects is questionable it is heart -wrenching to realise that even today girls in remote villages never see the face of a school.
We the lucky ones,born into educated liberal city families should be grateful to have the fortune of being where we are ,however some recent studies indicate that scratch the surface and there is a little difference.
Our struggles are no less but only different.Most of us are as prone to crime against women as our rural sisters.Our economic independence and education are often seen as threats by male counterparts.Women bosses and drivers are subjects fit for crude jokes for men ,and often despite your education and independence confirming to the norms is the expectation,whether it is your job or your marriage.
The situation has changed for better but the change is too slow and the demand for it immediate.
Someone had said "be the change you want to be."
So I gues once again the onus is on us to be the cahnge we want.To bring up our sons nd daughters in a way that they see the world without gender prejudices,to groom the men in our lives(partners,friends,colleagues,family)to be respectful and gender sensitive.May be we all can play catalysts!
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