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Women, work and vows

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by Ravia Gupta THEY make me work, they make me slog, they make me learn, they make me relearn; together we both make our lives difficult. My students always find new challenges for me each day! It was yet another attempt to have a better understanding of the “You Live Only Once Generation”. First I laughed, laughed out loudly, thinking it was too funny. Then I thought what to answer when they asked me, “Is getting married easier than going to work? Whose decision should it be? Whether or not a woman should work post-marriage? Who decides what career she must opt? Besides, why is it that husbands who encourage their wives to work or have a career in the first place, then turn back and complain when she starts enjoying what she does? Suddenly, the fun was over and soon as I started explaining them that getting married and staying home was much more difficult than going to work. Not that my marriage is too old or troubling me, but if you want to have a good marriage and a stable ho...

Need sound sleep

Need sound sleep (The Tribune) by Ravia Gupta SOUND sleep sounds great, but remember when you had it last time? Well, at least I don’t remember having enjoyed it in the past many years. May be the last time I did, I was in my mother’s lap, extremely protected and cushioned, no baggage of the day’s aftermath, without any plans for the next day, without any guilt, without any nightmares. Wondering if there is a way to get it back. How ever hard I try to get some ‘sound sleep’, each time, I fail miserably, and now I have quite given up on the idea. Even to get ordinary sleep, without any pills or liquor shots, is a blessing these days. Recently, after a long day’s work when I was trying hard to get some sleep, for once without solving my life’s puzzle with my “eyes closed”, I got a call from one of my friends, who recently got married and was struggling with her roles of being a 21st century career-oriented girl and oh-so 20th century home-maker. At that odd hour, well past midni...