MY LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE WITH TRANSCENDENTAL MEDITATION (TM) – Amit Agarwal

Transcendental Meditation (TM) refers to a specific form of silent mantra meditation called the Transcendental Meditation technique. Maharishi Mahesh Yogi (1918–2008) introduced the TM technique and TM movement in India in the mid 1950s.

The TM technique involves the use of a sound or mantra and is practiced for 15–20 minutes twice a day. It is taught by certified teachers through a standard course of instruction.  According to the Transcendental Meditation movement, it is a non-religious method for relaxation, stress reduction and self-development.

Transcendental Meditation dates its origin back to the Vedic traditions of India. The Transcendental Meditation program and the Transcendental Meditation movement which originated with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, the founder of the organization, continued even beyond his death in 2008.

The word ‘transcendentalism’ refers to an idealistic, philosophical and social movement which was developed in New England around 1836 in reaction to rationalism, influenced by romanticism, Platonism and Kantian philosophy, it taught that divinity pervades all nature and humanity and its members hold progressive views on feminism and communal living. It is based on the idea that in order to understand the nature of reality, one must first examine and analyse the reasoning process which governs the nature of experience. Emerson, a famous transcendentalist, summed up the beliefs of transcendentalism when he said, “What is behind us, and what is before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”

The meditation practice is reported to be one of the most widely practiced and among the most widely researched meditation techniques, with hundreds of published research studies. The technique is made available worldwide by certified TM teachers in a seven-step course.  Beginning in 1965, the Transcendental Meditation technique has been incorporated into selected schools, universities, corporations and prison programs in the US, Latin America, Europe, and India. The technique has come to be included in a number of educational and social programs around the world.

Maharishi dedicated 60 years of his life to the cause of TM. From his earliest teaching days, especially from 1959, he has been saying that, “Positive and peaceful global transformations would naturally be affected when people practise Transcendental Meditation.”

Following on the same lines, Dr. Gautam Choudhury, a disciple of Late Maharishi Mahesh Yogi , has been working tirelessly to promote TM in not just urban but also rural and tribal areas of Northeastern states.

I was fortunate enough to come across this technique, just recently, through a family friend from Dibrugarh, Mr. Lalit Sharma, who had been practicing it for the past two years. Influenced by his experience, we together agreed upon the idea of conducting a three-day Basic Course of TM in Tinsukia. Thus, in the month of November, 2017, we were able to successfully organise a TM camp in Tinsukia, which witnessed the enthusiastic participation of around 45 individuals from various walks of life like industrialists, lawyers, teachers, CAs, doctors, astrologers, businessmen and even housewives.

Dr. Gautam Choudhury helped us gain a deep and thorough insight into the technique, the simplicity of whose being parallel to a kid learning to say “MAA”. The beauty of the technique was in its simplicity and that is what, I believe, makes it so effective. The workshop was a huge success and was appreciated by each and every individual attending it.

The best gift this session gave me was that even I started practising TM two times a day, and surprisingly was able to see a number of basic changes in my behaviour. Just  a simple practice was changing those habits in me that had tend to house inside since childhood. At first, I thought this change was only temporary, but gradually things started seeping in deep.

My curiosity brought me down to the door of Google. I browsed the internet to find that TM was a boon in itself. It helps in fighting Depression, Hypertension, Sleeping problem, Smoking and Alcoholic habits, Mobile and TV addiction, only  to mention a few.

It was in the month of December that I happened to meet Dr. Gautam Choudhury (whom we call ‘GURUJI’ in utter respect) again. I asked ‘GURUJI’ as to why he hadn’t told us about any of the direct benefits of meditation during the workshop, although they were many.  ‘GURUJI’ replied with his peaceful smile, the one that he always carries on  his face, that these benefits are just the side effects and they are bound to happen once you practice TM. The main advantage, however, is self-improvement through better self-belief, better output level and better thought process. It has the power to change a person internally.

Gradually, the busy schedule and other priorities of life brought me to a state where I discontinued my regular practice of two times a day and sometimes even used to skip the practice altogether. The benefits which were flowing into my life due to TM had started diminishing now as I was insincere towards my practice.

In the month of April, another six-day workshop was conducted at Majuli (the largest river Island in the world) by ‘GURUJI’ for the next level of TM course. I somehow managed to reach there on the morning of 11th April, taking time out from my so called busy schedule. I had thought that I would attend the workshop for three days and then return home. I had packed my luggage accordingly. However, destiny had some different plans.

When the workshop started, the experience was just like any other. However, as the workshop reached its third day, I felt a spark of change inside me, a feeling that cannot be put down to words. A tear rolled down and I found myself hugging my mentor, Sri Lalit Sharma, for bringing me back to the path which I would have left unknowingly in the midst, even after being so close to it. As time ticked away in the workshop, I felt a new stream of energy run down my veins. A new sense of belief and a new sense of happiness started flourishing inside. This was a feeling I had never witnessed anytime before, so great and so pure. It was the first time I saw myself talking less and listening more, very contrary to how I am.

So, I decided to extend my stay there with a conviction that TM would stand to be my foremost priority from then, as only it could give me the peace and efficiency which would make my world easier and also help me in attaining and understanding my inner-self.

On the last day of the workshop, I was standing very emotional, as if the world was about to come down to ashes. I cried hugging ‘GURUJI’ like a small kid. I had not watched TV, ate only boiled food, no internet connectivity, was disconnected from the  world for six long days, things that I had  not even imagined in my dreams, but this period was so different. It gave me a top of the world feeling. So, finally I got my answer. This was it. This was the answer to all those questions that time had been throwing upon me.

Not merely alone me, I came across numerous examples in the workshop who had undergone a life changing experience. One, Sri Abhijit Baruah from Assam Police, who holds a Guiness World Record name, was also a part of the workshop and had been sincerely practising TM for over 4 years then. Next, an individual who used to consume drugs as a regular habit a few years back was all changed and now just intakes Rice, Dal and Bhaji everyday. Who changed them or who inspired them? No one. It was only their inner self which was enlightened and brought down little, significant corrections in the journey.

Now, it’s almost a month after I have returned from the session and I can proudly assert that I practise TM regularly twice a day no matter how occupied I am or how late it gets. And I am adamant enough to continue it for the rest of my life.

Before I put an end to this recounting of my beautiful experience, I would like to acknowledge our Principal Sir, Dr. P.S. Das, in motivating me to sit down to write this article so that my experience could reach the students through the newsletter. I request all the students or any individual coming across this article not to read it as my experience alone but if any opportunity arrives and a TM workshop could be attended, please do attend it and make it a part of your routine life. Your life will, in true words, be life then.

 

WOMEN EMPOWERMENT

Women empowerment is a must for the betterment of any country’s
future as they play dual responsibilities of managing their families while
simultaneously juggling to earn to contribute to fulfilling the material
needs of their families. No one can ever ignore the importance of the
role of a mother, sister, or a daughter in their families. At the same
time, women have also established themselves as equal contributors in
managing the financial requirements of their homes.

Playing multiple roles in families, women have already proven their
worth, but still their condition on social and economic fronts has not
been up to the mark and in many parts of the world they are forced to
lead a miserable life. In such a scenario, it calls for immediate attention
to empower them and create a conducive environment for their social
and economic upliftment.

Women empowerment can be defined as a “process leading to
enhancing women’s control over financial, human and intellectual
resources in society”. In any nation, the women empowerment can be
measured by the extent of their involvement in social, economic and
political fields. Women can be made said to be truly empowered only
when all the factors such as self-worth of women, their right to control
their own lives, their ability to bring about social change, are addressed
simultaneously.

Though women comprise almost half of the total percentages of
world’s population, they are still deprived of their rights in most of the
developing countries across the globe. Particularly in the South and
East Asian nations apart from the African countries, the women are
leading deprived lives, due to prevalent gender discrimination.

The situation of women in rural areas is more miserable
than their counterparts living in urban spaces. It has been widely
prevalent that the women are mostly deprived of an equal status vis-a-
vis men and thus they remain as passive beneficiaries in the societies in
these countries. They remain powerless, due to their less participation
and involvement in the generation of resources critical for
development. Therefore, women must become active partners with
men, if the goal of women empowerment is desired to be achieved in
totality.

To make the efforts leading to modernization of any society successful,
it is urgent to bring the women into the mainstream of development. We
need to strike a perfect balance between male and female contributors
in rural societies by providing equal opportunities to women without
being biased towards men.

For this to happen, it is required to empower women on all fronts:
social, economic, political as well as religious.

Means of Women Empowerment:-
Education: Without proper and adequate education, women cannot
become empowered individuals. They need to be encouraged to go for
higher studies so that they can contribute significantly to the creation of
a knowledge society.

Communication skills:- Without developing skills for effective
communication, women cannot make their voices heard. It is essential
for them to communicate effectively to become successful.
Disposable Income:- Women need to earn well to have their say in
important financial decisions governing their lives.

-Pawan Sharma, Faculty GSLG College

BELONGINGNESS – By Sukomal Agarwal, Faculty GSLGC

The best person to be with is Myself. There are many who cherish solitude. But the fact remains it’s an exception and not the rule. The decree of life states- community, culture, sharing, involvement, inclusion, groups and not alienation and seclusion.

One summer evening when the sun has set sail towards its home, birds and mild breeze follow to bid farewell, I sit there by my window with a note pad and a pen engrossed in thoughts from all over.      I kick start a conversation with myself with an attempt to recollect all those scattered brainwork, to stack them neatly into my cupboard.

BELONGINGNESS… where do I belong? Where do I wish to belong? How do I reach to where I belong? When a child fixes the pieces of his puzzle, the pieces may get set against their unusual cuts and make a proper square, apparently completing the puzzle but unfortunately depicting no picture. The pieces are a misfit wherever they are, they do not belong there and once they find their right slot, it would be so satiating and fulfilling, as if it has forever been as, it is now. No more hustle bustle required to place them right. We as individuals are the pieces of the Puzzle of Life…Our so called puzzle shall be completely solved when each one finds his own right nook. This is the point we keep running after, all our lives. There would be a time when everything shall be in place, the puzzle shall no longer be a puzzle and I shall sit back and relax, not moving an inch so as to not to disturb the equilibrium. Thus derives a win- win situation for one and all. It Is possible because, this is how things are meant to be, but unlike the child’s puzzle, in the puzzle of life each one of us with our perceptions, challenges and individualities aspire to complete the puzzles for our own selves alone and hence, the Struggle of Life.

“I” cannot be eccentric. The circle of life and living has many centres with their own gravitational intensities. As long as I do not get my own gravitational pull I shall be a discomfort for my being and other beings.

My stack… is not well organised yet. The smaller ones have to go to the top and the bigger ones to provide firmness at the bottom. My first thought of Belongingness appeared out of my nostalgia- and much before I realised it vanished and now after so much beating around the bush I view it a distant corner.

It was so very simple always and it is simpler now knowing well that the key to combat my contention is The Sense of Belongingness- a doctrine that could make students happy, teachers satisfied, employees and colleagues worthy, bosses assured, families contented, friends helpful, kids enjoyable, all in place and hence a solved puzzle.

The urn emerging after this churn quote- the pre requisite is realising identity, focusing on growth and development of self, not by outsiders’ rejection, alienation, isolation and rebellion or divergence but by sharing, understanding, inclusion, involvement and conformity to goodness and goodness alone, others shall follow.

Unfortunately, we are rearing a myopic generation. Our parents endowed to us a rich heritage of loving and giving but its hard to reminisce as to how and when we got  transformed into a self- centered, narrow minded, judgemental, critical and nonetheless, a distrusting race. We need to be ware before we pass on this legacy and enrapture more discomfort for ourselves, our offsprings and our fellow beings.

Involvement not merely by superficial words and actions but by thoughts and emotions and intellect paves way to comfort and relief. Such involvement shall reduce friction- within and without. Involvement and belongingness is self inculcated and as long as we blame or surroundings for lack of it, we shall be a cribbing and a complaining lot. To enjoy wholesomeness we need to experience a pinch of it and the taste is so addicting that all other indulgences shall perish.

Just a small activity for our own selves, out of our so called aimlessly busy schedule, dragging ourselves to nowhere, as we neither have time nor inclination to think beyond. Primarily, Lets shoulder the responsibility for our own state of existence. Well begun shall be half done. Next, realise that me and myself is capable and answerable and none else.  Further, be a part of the process and not a spectator, and if there has to be change, let it be, lest it’s a rebellion, most importantly let all be driven towards that acceptable and progressive change. Being there denotes involvement.  One is uncomfortable only where he doesn’t belong to.  But once I am involved it becomes a part of my existence and I am bound to cherish every niche of my journey as it unfolds.

Dear us, through the roller coaster let us witness each up and down with self contentment via- involvement and belongingness and not a whimsical repentance that the other highway may have been smoother or other travellers seem to be merrier. Let us rejuvenate our old simple beings and become aware that we belong to where we are and we are where we belong to, in order to attain self actualisation and an enduring contentment.

Sukomal  Agarwal

Women@connect – By Sukomal Agarwal, Faculty GSLGC

This story is plotted in the 17th century in a city of Maharashtra depicting the ‘connection’ between womenfolk then and now

“ Holkar Gharane”

… manje(means)…

”Holkar Sadan”

Sauviragram

Paithan

April 26, 1652

11.00 a.m.

 

“ Holkar Saaheb Ooooo Holkar Saaheb…” a distant call heard by the womenfolk of the house busy in their daily chores in the ‘aangan’ surrounded by three rooms each on the two opposite sides, kitchen and workplace on the adjoining side and facing it the ‘baithak’ with the main entrance.

 

Holkar Saaheb is the head of the family, 60 years of age.

 

Holkar saaheb’s son Aghor rushed to the gate.

 

“ Namaskar bhau(brother), apan kashe ahath (how are you?)” said panting Aghor.

“Me thik ahe(I am fine), Aghor. Gawrav ne bolavane(call Gawrav)”, said the visitor in a stern tone with an expressionless face.

 

Aghor lost in his count of fingers (he had been counting ready bales of cotton in the backyard) called out in a murmur,”Gawrav, Gawrav…”. His words disappeared sooner than he uttered, not even loud enough for his own ears to hear.

The man waited. Aghor composed himself, shouted out loud, “Gawrav.”

The man had found a wooden horse lying outside the house, so he merely dropped in to ensure Gawrav  was home, safe and sound. He handed over the toy, expressed his concern and left.

 

A two year old Gawrav (meaning ‘proud’ in marathi) and not Gaurav (meaning ‘pride’) already portrayed the traits, justifying his christening. But the issue to be resolved is, he is nowhere to be found. Gawrav nowhere to be found. All hands stop working.

Dressed in 25 metres of textile, the merchant brought in last year for barter, all kids of the house except the sought, came out running from different nooks.

 

How could Gawrav be missing!

 

Lopa (4 years old, Gawrav’s sister and Aghor’s daughter) was supposed to look after her brother. Where had she been? She had been playing with the puppets she made with the tit bits she found while sweeping the floor.

Creation is joyous, overwhelming and irresistible

Poor Lopa, she is otherwise very responsible, how could she…?

How could she…? What? Responsible? At the age of four? …caretaker of a two year old?

 

Girls are made, designed, framed, and mended in the womb itself to be “Responsible” – Law of Nature. Our beliefs timelessly get transformed from ’borrowed to inherent’(as if it has ‘forever’ been so).

 

The first lady of the house, her three daughter-in-laws, two daughters and three girls of the house, stand there frozen. Their expression, one of a prosecutor, as if echoing together, How could you Lopa, how could you…?

 

Lopa looks up at all lady figures to find, that one Saviour to hide behind. “Aai, oh aai…”(counting in her mind 1,2,3,…,8 and…?)

Where is Ila? O lord! Where is the 9th lady figure, Lopa’s saviour. Bread always falls the butter side down.

A tear trickled down her cheek, ears, red and hot as amber. No rebuking, no bashing, no thrashing, fear alone could kill her. If she would still survive, the tears that could not roll down would drown her.

 

Ilaa, you named her ‘Lopa’(as it hardly mattered to anyone else). Lopa-The Durga. But Dear Ilaa, “name” is not the master card that once inserted would transmit all virtues as well.

 

“Aai, aai, aai…” sobbed Lopa.

 

At the banks of Godavari, Ilaa jolted from a still. She has been here all morning in a deep slumber. Ilaa had been at peace. The storm within had apparently ceased. Suddenly she paced frantically towards “Holkar Sadan” instinctively, perceiving the hulla baloo. She was in the aangan in merely two leaps from the main entrance.

 

“Lopa”, she panted. “Thik sarvakahi aahe (Is everything ok)?” she said, composing herself and embraced Lopa as if giving her birth all over again.

 

Suddenly Gawrav appeared from nowhere, yelling, howling and growling.

“Aai, mala kaahi anna dya(give me some food), mala bhookh lagli aahe(I am hungry)” continuously repeating the words, throwing his left arm and left foot in the air and then right and then left and on and on getting fiercer.

 

Ilaa ran to get hold of him to calm him down.

 

Lopa’s moment of solace burst like a bubble. She had been yearning for a hug that would stay, a caress that would linger, a warmth that would emanate, but… its a luxury, dear Girl! You have foregone your breath of bliss, unnoticed and unaccounted for.

 

Ilaa is not bound within the shackles of narrow perceptions of her existence, glorifying inclination towards her ‘laadla’ and ‘rajdulaara’. But the maxim –‘borrowed has become inherent’ reaffirms itself at every instance. The irony is, Knowingly or unknowingly, the so-called stronger lot demands protection and security from the so- called weaker race. These and innumerable other thoughts have swayed through Ilaa’s head and heart time and again.

 

Ilaa upholds her existence on this planet of life, as the bride of Aghor, as a daughter-in-law of Holkar Saaheb, as the mother of Lopa, as one of the cotton pickers and cleaners, as a communicator to the traders from Paithan(because of her dexterity to crack best of deals with utmost ease),as a caretaker not out of obligation but concern for all as one entity, and crucially as the mother of Gawrav. She is all of these but Herself.

 

It is the era of inception of ‘Hypocrisy of human civilisation’. The paradigm shift of status of women in society, from powerful to powerless is evident from the alacrity at the micro planate but the macro still asserts, centuries old, unrealistic portrayal of preeminent stature of women ; as an inevitable and omnipotent fraction of society.

 

It is human nature to cohere the unscientific and inexplicable to the cosmics. Despite the fact that Ilaa belongs to an age when the so- called worshippable race is eventually conforming into the downtrodden section of society, her rationality relates more to the times of honour for women than the existing winds of futility. How could one explain the reasons behind such contradiction of ideologies of Ilaa and the times she belongs to? Hindu mythology allegedly imbibes a dogma that souls commute between bodies birth after birth. Ilaa reaffirms this conjecture. Ilaa in vedic times had been Goddess of knowledge, Goddess of speech, Goddess ruling the Earth. Somewhere deep down, we tend to believe, Ilaa of Holkar house in 17th century, through her previous births has carried grains of valour  and divinity in her subconscious.

 

This time of the year is hectically scheduled. The cotton seeds which had been planted way back in August, had all this while been nurtured like babies. Every tiny seed is well fed like a mother does to her new born and well protected(against hostilities of nature, pests, weeds etc.) like a father does. The caretakers have witnessed the evolution, bit by bit; moment by moment with held breaths and sighs of relief and contentment. After bloom cotton bolls become visible containing upto 25 seeds which open and burst forth into fluffy cotton. Beckons the time to harvest. The cotton is picked or stripped in huge quantities all at once.

 

This year Holkar’s began harvesting through as early as mid  january owing to a good produce. They are close to finishing the tedious task of picking cotton from farms to the ‘aangan’, where it is meticulously cleaned for any contamination of leaves, weeds, seeds, anything other than the fluff. These are bound together in huge loafs to be finally made into bales to be handed over to its ultimate bearers. The process is a physical as well as  a mental turmoil tantamount to the upbringing of a girl born to a couple, who is snipped and uprooted to be planted elsewhere, unaware of the congeniality of the environment, for her to flourish. The journey of belonging to where she never  belonged and not belonging to where she forever belonged. The re-rooted ‘Flora’ tries to enroot itself, it does or not, but it stands not to fall. The leaves may not be as green, flowers may not bloom, grow it may not, but it stands because it is meant to, because it is destined to.

 

The modern day women may have largely overcome the challenge of being a burden by proving her mettle in being a celestial blessing, despite all odds. The doctrine of ‘my own girl is not actually my own’ has entered our genes so deep and profound that however hard we try to abort it consciously, our subconscious has forever lived by this maxim. We may not discriminate between our sons and daughters but more often not, we do not even realise the chronic harm. An ailment could well be weilded, primarily by its diagnosis and secondarily by resorting to the rightful recourse.

 

Ila was born and brought up in Nevasa (70 kms from Paithan). Ila was married to Aghor at the age of 13 in 1633. It was the same time of the year when cotton in Sauviragram was being made into bales to be passed on to the traders from Paithan. ‘Shinde Saaheb’ of Nevasa was one of the tradesmen who had been to the village that year and was immensely impressed by the stature of ‘Holkar Saaheb’. He offered Ila’s hands for a lifetime of wedded life to ‘Holkar Saaheb’s son, unaware and least bothered about, who or how was his would be son in law. Marriage or gamble, such a vital decision taken as promptly as yet another deal of barter, in time even less than that. “Marriages are made in heaven”. So just close your eyes (in fact, all sensitivity) and take a plunge.

Ila was married off pompuously. Relatives and acquaintances came walking to Nevasa (around 90 kms). The only transportation was human feet. But for a privileged few ‘paalkis’ or ‘palanquins’ were arranged. It is a chair on four posts which is carried by four labourers on their shoulders. A few ‘palanquins’ were arranged at Aghor’s wedding  for the womenfolk of the house and ‘Holkar Saaheb’ and a brightly decorated covered palanquin for the new bride. Aghor walked all the way beside the ‘Head of the family’ and on the way back as well, when he should have been with Ila, his destined companion for life.

 

Companionship, the sole purpose of two souls getting wedlocked is best defied in a marriage, where it can best be justified. The fact then and the fact now, remains, both shouldn’t be seen together, should ideally not spend time together, should be lowest on the list of priorities. An ideal son and daughter in law would be one who would get married to all other relations in the family except for the only one, primarily significant.

 

Ila was all draped top to toe. She could only sense the happenings but not see anything. This is the same intelligent, smart, active, pride of the family, Ila, known for her wisdom. Although she was deprived of any formal education, she would learn all that her brothers learnt. Her father witnessed her expertise in applying whatever she learnt but never acknowledged. Girls are meant to be virtuous, so it is taken for granted and not applauded. Their sincerity, concern, sacrifices, endurance, have forever stayed and grown only to be disregarded.

 

Ila reached home amidst strangers. One being who was supposed to take care of her was nowhere to be seen. She kept sobbing all the while, only to be made fun of. Women also possess a virtue of short memory.The ones who are now being indifferent have been through it all as well. The apathy is rationalised – ‘every girl has to bear it’. Salutes to their evergrowing degree of acceptance of ‘Come what may’.

 

The dusk set in, the house got dark. Ila was sent to a room in the backyard, lit with a small lamp in the corner. The door creaked open, a huge figure entered. Must be Aghor, Ila sat there unsure. Tiny Ila, 13 years old, and this supposedly lad, appeared to be gigantic for her. He must have been atleast 25. He appproached, no looks exchanged, no words. In the daylight  he wouldn’t even recognise his wife. Marriage is merely a formal certificate to appease a man’s genital appetite.

She believes in designing destiny and hence, with every passing day she tries to communicate with Aghor about the kind of relationship she desires. The hypocritical creatures that men are, every night would be a hope and every morning despair.  She has two children, a girl and a boy with two miscarriages in between. She delivered a boy in the family after 16 years, who is already two. So her current task at hand is to satiate her so called husband’s manhood and yield more Holkars. None around would ever understand the pangs of being abused every night, because it is but natural. Its a ‘hush’, ‘hush’… Once married, parents disown, and in laws own (as a property).

 

Ila is not an exception either, she has accepted it all as her fate, and playing her roles better than presumed. But today is just one of those days of outbursts. As she sits on the banks of Godavari, entire life is replayed in front of her tranced eyes. As she looks back, there’s not a moment of love, warmth and affection , she has exchanged with Aghor. The talks that make other women blush, make her restless. Aghor and Ila are leading independent lives as unconnected individuals. Of course, they have momentary bonds of physical intimacy without an emotional connect.  She is pondering to find her sake of existence as a Holkar, but in vain. Godavari is serene and still as if speechless to the queries of her confidante.

 

Suddenly the head wins over. The first thing it does is –accuses her of being selfish and guilty of wasting so much time on her own self. How could she? There are people, incidents, things, tasks, lined up to be attended by her and here she is… pampering and caressing herself?

 

Ila rushes home. Sooner than later, after she has sorted the Lopa and Gawrav issue, she is so engrossed in her daily chores- sweeping(oh so much filth all around) cooking(hurry! Everyone must be hungry) Almighty Cotton needs to be attended to. Oh my! So much needs to be done. A woman is a facilitator all her life. She alone can be so readily available as an ensured provider of whatsoever, from materialistic requirements to mental support system. Race against time, every moment of the day, every day of the year, every year of her living until the last breath.

 

The D- day arrives, this year Pratishthana(present day Paithan), sees traders from Europe, The cotton cultivators are awed with the glorification of their produce.

 

Ila finds another day of solitude with Godavari. The vision is vivid now. Ilaa  devised for herself a timeless mission of bringing the women from oblivion to the forefront. She pledges to incessantly envisage upon the boys of the family to regard the role women play in their lives; and consistently stand by the girls to let them do whatever they have been doing forevermore; with a comprehension of their own existence as living and thinking beings.

 

A woman’s omni presence may make her counterparts, tacit but her inevitability cannot be disdained.