>Ooops, I have not written for so long and my apologies. Many stories are waiting to be told and muh sharing is waiting at the doorstep. I have been busy with very little breaks in between to give the right amount of focus and attention to the blog. My apologies 😦But I do want to share with you an interesting program that I and some of my colleagues will be facilitating in Bangalore next month. It is called Gender and Identity. The idea is to explore how we are influenced by our ideas of who we are and a very significant portion of “who am I” is coded in our ideas of the kind of Man or Woman that we believe we are or we wish to be.I am giving below an excerpt from the brochure to give you some details of what will be explored in this program. Do write to me if you are interested to attend or
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>Amazing women in my life – part 4
>This story is about B …. she was born in erstwhile Bangladesh, eldest of three sisters. She grew up being educated in the village school and finished her Matriculate. The stories that I heard from her about those days, were full of her liveliness, her feeling one with nature, her writing poetries, her curiosity about people, life and the world in general. She loved teaching and did not really care about getting married. But this was not to be … being the eldest of three sisters and remaining unmarried and blocking the queue was not a conceivable idea for a girl some seventy five years ago. To top it, her father was not really a very efficient person who looked after the family well, hence the mother grew more and more anxious. B was quite a plane jane to look at and she was dark. But one asset that she had was her hair, which went below her knee, long,
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