Saturday, 24 August 2013

In my City… Dreams Shattered, Confidence Lost!



In my City… Dreams Shattered, Confidence Lost!

It was just as if yesterday, I still remember clearly... covering Priyanka Chopra's single launch... It was 12:30 in the night, I just missed the office drop... I thought rather than waiting for an hour more for the next drop, why not use the train... went to Dadar station all alone jumped onto the Thane train... ladies compartment was not that empty but got almost empty in Vikhroli... I was listening to music, lost in thoughts, it didn’t matter then but today I understand... How lucky I was!!!
India has developed at a rapid pace & this at times may lead to friction in man between working soundly or giving in to stress. Although, there may be multiple factors affect the mental stability, it usually is the women who suffer the most.  Frequent stories of hate crime, assaults, rape have uncovered a disturbing trend in our country.

It did not affect me much on what happened at Delhi, last December but now at Mumbai that too with a journalist has sent chills down my spine. It is just not scary it is devastating. I am angry, really angry! My city was considered to be a safe haven for women, able to express one-self freely - like the New Yorkers, but now - is it changing into a city that has a dark underbelly, something sinister that is evil!

I have had enough of panel discussions, political party accusations, news investigation teams, candle marches n black ribbons, I will not ask or expect anything from our judicial or security system, I will just ask a question to myself; am I alert? 

What could have been my reaction if the same thing would have happened to me?
Could I show some presence of mind?
Am I trained to defend myself should the need arise?
And answers to all these questions is NO. 
Am I vulnerable? UNFORTUNATELY YES
Can I change that? YES
Will I do it? YES

Not only me, but all you girls out there step up. Let’s create a self defense mechanism, something that gives us a chance to react until help arrives.

There are ways, we can defend ourselves; let’s explore some of them:

Mobile Communications - applications are available in various forms on different OS. Apps like Circle of 6, bSafe have functionalities that with the press of a single button/ combination pre-entered numbers will be notified that the user is in a situation, where she may require assistance. Some more advanced applications also provide an option for your loved ones to track your whereabouts in real time. But they have their limitations - typing a code, mobile network (bad in Mumbai!) & pray they do not snatch your phone at the first instant!

Pepper Spray + Hand Bag Combo - A small can worth 200/- can definitely stop others from harming you. Our hand bag (well, just live with it, we all carry it - usually laden with weight) - use it. A good swing on the molester’s face & he will see stars in the day. This with pepper spray - people will run away.

Better still, undergo basic training in martial arts, run to the nearest police station or shout at the top of your voice. Regularly use ‘Whats App’, when in darkened areas - people will think twice (human tendency)

If that is expensive - make your boyfriend/ your husband a punching bag. They should not mind when a loved one punches you, knowing that this training will help you be safe in moments like this.
So bad boys beware, boyfriends get punched & girls go ‘Hell Yeah’.
Let’s kick up a storm & show those bastards that we will not take this lightly, we will not sit back - we will be the difference!

-          An agitated Woman who still believe that the CHANGE will happen.

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

The paradigm shift ....




 "मुंबईकरों ने आज खिली धूप के साथ सोमवार की शुरुआत की... वजह है लगातार 3 दिन तक बरस रही बारिश के बाद मिली चैन की सांस... हम इस वक्त है दादर के हिंदमाता इलाके में, जहां पिछले तीन दिन से घुटने तक भरे पानी ने इस इलाके की आवाजही अस्तव्यस्त कर दी थी...लेकिन आज ना यहा पानी भरा है और ना ही हमेशा की तरह ट्रेफिक की समस्यांओं को मुंबईकरों को जुंझना पड रहा है..." 

I read this walk-through (a reporter gives information from the spot but it’s not LIVE) saved in my mobile dated 6th August 2012.  Exactly one year back to this day, life was completely different. How I enjoyed reporting at Worli Sea Face (high tides)/ Kurla Station (effects of rains on the local trains!) or outside Amitabh's bungalow (like seriously? Rains & Amitabh - the most stupid place to report from)

Today, I sit in my AC cubicle drafting this post. So different, yet so intoxicating 

A year back, never did it cross my conscious mind that I would be out of the media, in the corporate. NEVER

But sub-consciously my mind was somewhere else. And that is where I ultimately landed. The big wide world of Corporate Communications 

A world full of surprises; understanding MOU's, review meets, event coordination committee meeting, submitting closure reports (any one of my reporter friends who are reading this; closure matlab Jo kiya uska credit lena... ye jindgi me nahi kiya mene kabhi!!!). Oh and report on time and nothing without mail. 

Frankly; I don’t know which life is better. Media had its thrill, adventure, stories to tell. On the opposite end Corporates is a relatively safe and sound environment with luxury (here - personal life) given to you.

But after reading that walk-through in my phone today, I seriously felt, how I used to enjoy the rains with the sea spraying over my face! How I used to enjoy bhuttas on Juhu beach, how I used to cherish the moments with water falling on the car's window with my ears plugged to my favorite tunes... but alas! those days are over. 





Now life has got a whole new meaning. It’s not just about giving daily stories, it’s not just about LIVE madness but another level of professional fulfillment.   

 I am content ... Diplomacy is the new key...