Friday, 7 March 2025

Being a Woman: Gratitude, Reflection and Hope...

Being a Woman: Gratitude, Reflection and Hope...
God created us in pairs : man and woman; not as competitors, but as equals designed to complement each other. Together, we form a balance that drives growth, nurtures families and strengthens society. This harmony is crucial, yet history and social norms have often distorted this balance, creating inequalities that persist to this day.
On International women's Day, reflecting on my journey as a woman, personally, I find myself filled with gratitude. My family, my father & mother, siblings, husband, in-laws, even my son and my close friends have upheld the values of equality, not merely as a concept but as a way of life.
In my world, being a woman never meant being "less than". 
I have had the freedom to express myself, live  my dreams, and stand as an equal. I have been empowered to pursue my ambitions, voice my thoughts, and contribute meaningfully to society. I feel blessed and grateful for the same.
Yet this gratitude is accompanied by a heavy heart,  an awareness of the countless women who live a vastly different reality. For many, gender roles have turned into shackles, limiting their potential, suppressing their voices, and denying them the dignity they deserve. Their strength is overlooked, their rights compromised, and their existence reduced to societal expectations.
Many are deprived of education, financial independence and personal freedom. Some are made to feel inferior simply because of their gender. Worse still, many suffer the trauma of harassment, discrimination, or violence.
Even more disturbing is the threat that lurks in places where girls should feel safest, their homes, schools, and neighborhoods. Stories of young girls falling victim to heinous crimes like rape shake our collective conscience. We often hear about perverse minds reducing  women to mere objects of gratification, violating not only their bodies but also their spirits. Can we claim to have progressed as a society when such atrocities persist?
Yet, my reflections don’t stop there due to recent media reports that wrongdoing isn’t confined to one gender. While countless women are victims,  sporadic reports of men suffering abuse are also being heard. Violence and cruelty are not bound by gender; they are reflections of deeper social fractures that require urgent attention.
What, then, is the path forward?
For society to thrive, men and women must function as two well-oiled wheels of the same vehicle — distinct yet interconnected and working in harmony.
True progress will come when we stop looking at each other as adversaries or threats and instead embrace our roles as partners in building a better world. Respect must replace prejudice; compassion must overcome hostility; and equality must become the foundation of our homes, workplaces, and communities.
We must celebrate the strength of women and address their challenges.
Education can be the most useful key. By teaching our children, both  sons and daughters  the values of respect, empathy, and equality, we can dismantle outdated biases. By raising boys to respect women as partners, not inferiors, and by encouraging girls to embrace their strength and potential, we can build a better future.
Being a woman is a journey of strength, resilience, and hope. While I celebrate the blessings I have experienced, I remain mindful of those still fighting for their rightful place in society. My gratitude fuels my responsibility, to speak up, to support, and to strive for a world where no one feels less because of their gender. We have much to learn from nature or 'animals' where queen bees are rulers of the beehives or prides of lions are led by lionesses.
Change may be slow, but with collective effort, we can ensure that men and women — as equals — move forward together, creating a world where humanity thrives and makes "Vaisudaiva Kutumbakam" a reality...
R. Vimala, IAS
Compassionate Bureaucrat & PhD Scholar, IIT Bombay 





















Wednesday, 5 March 2025

Kaikeyi: The Forsaken queen – A quest through Bharatanatyam

Kaikeyi: The Forsaken queen – A quest through Bharatanatyam 

It was a moment of both anticipation and excitement when I received my posting orders as the Resident Commissioner of Maharashtra in Delhi. Beyond the administrative responsibilities, I was eager to experience the city’s rich cultural life—its vibrant music, dance , theatre, art scene, historic monuments and intellectual discourses.
Just as I was imagining the possibilities, I received a call from Deepti Nambiar. Her niece, Mridula Nambiar was set to present a Bharatanatyam performance on the character of Kaikeyi at the India Habitat Centre on March 3, 2025. Without hesitation, I accepted the invitation, intrigued by the thought of witnessing a classical dance portrayal of one of mythology’s most misunderstood persona. 
Kaikeyi, in the Ramayan, has always been painted as a villain—the queen responsible for Rama’s exile. However, little has been explored about her inner turmoil, her role as a mother, and the betrayal by her brother which she faced helplesly. Mridula’s performance, titled "Kaikeyi: The Forsaken One," sought to challenge these long-held perceptions.
Through the grace of Bharatanatyam, the narrative traced Kaikeyi’s journey—from a spirited princess to a fierce warrior, from a beloved queen to an ostracized mother. The dance brought forth emotions often ignored,  her pain, her love for her son, the special love she had for Ram who was her favourite, and her regret. Was she truly selfish, or was she simply a mother fighting for her child in a world that favoured one over the other?
From her very first dance steps, Mridula captivated the audience. Her expressions—bhavas—breathed life into Kaikeyi. The transitions in her dance captured the grace of a princess, the power of a warrior, the cunning of Manthara, and the agony of a mother torn apart from her son. Each movement conveyed the depth of Kaikeyi’s emotions—her ambitions, her choices, and the weight of her actions.
A particularly haunting moment was when Kaikeyi, through abhinaya (expressive storytelling), questioned:
"A mother’s love should be equal, but what happens when a father chooses only one?"
In another poignant scene, she lamented:
"Doomed to be lost in the shadows of history… was I wrong as a mother?"
These words echoed through the auditorium, leaving the audience in reflective silence.
"Kaikeyi: The Forsaken One" was more than just a Bharatanatyam recital; it was a narrative re-evaluation. It urged the audience to look beyond the traditional black-and-white portrayal of characters and embrace the shades of grey that define human emotions. 
Mridula’s interpretation of Kaikeyi was neither a justification nor a condemnation—it was an invitation to understand.
Beyond doubts the performance was a testament to the power of classical dance as a medium of storytelling. It was a reminder that history is often written by victors, but art has the ability to give voice to those lost in its margins.
As the final sounds of the music faded into silence and Mridula took her bow, the standing ovation she received was not just for her impeccable dance but for her courage to tell a story often left untold.

Thursday, 27 February 2025

Witnessing divinity : My experience at the Mahakumbh

Witnessing divinity : My experience at the Mahakumbh

So much has been written and spoken about 'The Mahakumbh' that I wondered how I could voice my thoughts about it. How does one truly capture the essence of an experience so deeply sacred yet so  personal? The emotions, the sights, the sounds were all so much more than what words could convey. Still, it was difficult to resist writing about my own experience of the Teerth Snaan at the Triveni Sangam in Prayag Raj.
The Kumbh Mela is one of the world’s largest spiritual gatherings, a place where millions of Hindus  come together every 12 years to bathe in the sacred waters and seek salvation or Moksha.
However it was not until my friend Komal said, "A normal Kumbh happens every 12 years, but this is the Mahakumbh—the one that comes only once in 144 years," that I realized the enormity of this phenomenon. The weight of those words hit me hard, and it dawned on me that I couldn’t miss something so extraordinary, an experience that would certainly  never come again in my lifetime.
With Komal by my side, I embarked on this journey, unaware of just how intense it would be. Our first stop was Varanasi, where we visited Baba Vishwanathji at the Kashi Vishwanath Temple. It is believed that the darshan of Baba Vishwanathji before taking a holy dip at the Triveni Sangam adds to the auspiciousness of the experience. After the darshan, we set off for Prayag Raj by road. A journey that would normally have taken  about three hours turned into an eight-hour ride due to heavy traffic, but my anticipation kept me going.
Despite the long travel instead of taking rest we decided to leave for the Triveni Sangam for taking  the Teerth Snaan.
The winter air was cool and inviting, and the sight of the riverbanks teeming with people added to the excitement. As we reached our designated point opposite the fort, from where we had to take a boat to the Sangam, the evening sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the river. The waters sparkled invitingly, and the whole scene felt magical. In that moment, I was overwhelmed with a deep sense of gratitude, grateful for this chance to experience such a moment, to feel so deeply connected to our culture, heritage, and the divine.
Standing by the river, the energy around me was palpable. The Ganga, Yamuna, and the mythical Saraswati—coming together at the Triveni Sangam—have been revered for centuries, and the air seemed to hum with spiritual power.
Without hesitation, I waded into the cool, welcoming waters. It was ice cold but the moment my feet touched the river, I felt an overwhelming wave of peace wash over me. The weariness from the journey melted away, and it felt as though my soul was being cleansed. It wasn't just a physical refreshment; it was a deep, spiritual renewal. With each dip I found myself praying and remembering family, friends, well wishers.
I also found myself  laughing like a gleeful child splashing around in the water, feeling carefree and at peace as the worries of everyday life seemed to float away. The holy waters held a power that words couldn't fully describe.
As Komal completed her pooja, I felt a great sense of connection to something greater than myself. The Sangam, where the three sacred rivers meet, is not only a physical meeting point but a place of immense spiritual significance. People from across the globe gather here to purify their souls, and in that moment, I could feel the significance of centuries of devotion.
What captivated me even more than the beauty of the place was the collective energy of the people around me—all seeking blessings, purification, and a deeper connection with the divine. The unity, the devotion, the sense of purpose in the air was tangible.
I watched the sun dip below the horizon, its golden hues reflecting in the water. Everything—the sky, the river, the people—seemed to come together in perfect harmony. It felt as though the universe had conspired to bring me to this sacred moment, where everything aligned, and peace filled my heart.
We collected Gangajal (holy water) from the river and the holy soil from the river basin for our loved ones. It was a simple act, but one that felt deeply profound—a way to share a part of this sacred experience with those we hold dear but had been unable to come due to various compulsions.
That night, we took a walk along the tent city. The scene was nothing short of magical. Pilgrims, some wearing expensive shoes, others walking barefoot, moved with determination toward the river. There were families with infants, elderly people with walking sticks, and young children running ahead—all united in their journey to the holy waters. It was a beautiful sight, a reminder of the blessing we had witnessed and they were wanting to witness or had witnessed.
The atmosphere was peaceful, despite the crowds. People were praying, laughing, talking, and simply soaking in the moment. There was an underlying calmness, a serenity that transcended the busyness of the place.
The next morning we chose a different ghat and that experience was more ethereal with the rising sun. The priests with Chandan teeka or the chaiwallah from whom we had local tea added to the rustic charm.
The Mahakumbh wasn't just about any customary ritual dip in the river; it was about the collective experience, the energy, the sacredness of the moment, and the connection between sea of Hindu humanity and the divine. It was a journey which highlighted the magnanimity of a philosophy which we refer to as a ‘way of life’. Maybe that is what gave all of us the strength to be a miniscule part of this experience which surged into largest human congregation.
As we left the tent city, I knew this experience would stay with me forever. The Mahakumbh is not something you just witness; it fills your heart with awe, gratitude,wonder & deeper respect for the cosmic order akin to a mother embracing her child. No wonder I kept repeating " Ganga maiyaa ki Jai"...
 
 

Saturday, 1 February 2025

Reflections...

Reflections...

In morning’s gentle blissful grace,  
And gliding water's tranquil space,  
Birds coming together or just alone
Each having a beauty of it's own 
Their flight of wings, a brush of light,  
Painting the surface for eyes delight 
Storks or pelicans gliding with  finesse,  
Casting reflections in the water's dress,  
Which mirrors birds, trees and clouds
Giving us depth against all odds 
And Lakes become a portal of grace,  
As if holding heavens in its embrace.  
Soft Clouds like white cotton candy 
Make us feel so young and dandy 
Breeze whispering through dancing trees,  
Caressing us too with a tender tease, 
Moments unfold in this peaceful expanse,  
Time stands still in a loving glance
For in each reflection, we find our place,  
Bound by the beauty of water and space.

Mann Vimal 

Saturday, 28 December 2024

शब्दों की महिमा...

शब्दों की महिमा...

कभी अनजाने में,
कभी विश्वास से,  
कभी भोलेपन में, 
कभी प्यार से,
कभी गुस्से में, 
कभी दर्द में
कहे हुए शब्द,
बन जाते बाण,
कभी करते नया सृजन,
या अस्तित्व का प्रमाण,  
बदल देते किस्मत,
या रोक देते राह,
शब्द संवाद का भी मार्ग 
यही पहुंचाते हमारी बात,
इस लिए बुजुर्ग कहते
तोल मोल के बोल,
क्योंकि शब्द हैँ अनमोल,
पर मुहफट मैं ,
 शब्द बोलने को उतावली
और हो जाती खाली,
तो क्या मैं हो जाऊँ मौन?
“साइलेंस इज गोल्डन” समझकर,
पर मौन में भी तो छुपा ज्ञान,
भला फिर समझेगा कौन 
चुप्पी के संवेदनाओं का संज्ञान?
इसलिए पहले सोचूंगी , फिर बोलूंगी 
अपनी बात,
शब्दों की महिमा को समझ गई मैं,
अब सोच समझकर ही करूंगी मैं बात,
अब सोच समझकर ही करूंगी मैं बात...

मन विमल

Monday, 16 December 2024

Mahalakshmi Saras 2024 : Vashi

Mahalakshmi Saras 2024 : Vashi

The cheerful jingle “Saras, Saras, Mahalakshmi Saras” never fails to bring joy and nostalgia to me as it echoes the spirit of empowerment and tradition celebrated at the annual Mahalakshmi Saras Exhibition. Being held at the CIDCO Exhibition Centre in Vashi till 25th December 2024 this year's event also radiates with the incredible talent, dedication, and cultural pride of rural women entrepreneurs from  Maharashtra and beyond.
Once there, you automatically step into a world of aromas from traditional snacks like chivda, farsan, biscuits, chips, organic honey, and spices which tantalize your taste buds. Vibrant stalls with colorful pickles and masalas, offer an authentic taste of rural Maharashtra. The best part is that these products are organic, chemical-free, and sourced directly from the industrious women across the country.
Whether you're looking for food grains, pulses, cereals, or dry fruits,  you can be rest assured that these items are as authentic as they come. Each purchase supports rural communities, bringing the essence of Maharashtra’s farms straight to your home.
Beyond the flavours, the exhibition dazzles with exquisite textiles, clothing, accessories and handicrafts. Gorgeous embroidered sarees, vibrant salwar kameez, handcrafted jewelry, and intricately designed footwear and bags reflect the creative spirit and resilience of these artisans. Each piece is more than just an item; it's a story of perseverance, skill, and heritage.
Every purchase at Mahalakshmi Saras is an act of support — for local economies, for talented women, and for the "vocal for local" movement. Shopping here makes you feel good, since you know you are empowering women and helping them build sustainable livelihoods.
It is a family event too as children can explore diverse cultures, traditions, and regional cuisines while enjoying the upbeat atmosphere of music and laughter. I vividly remembered and missed the enthusiasm and excitement of Appa and Amma, my parents as they never failed to visit Saras and splurge on themselves and me. My siblings and friends have  always been very supportive too and those visits are etched in my memory. 
For food lovers, Mahalakshmi Saras is a dream come true. Non-vegetarians can savour the delights of fresh fish and mouthwatering delicacies, while vegetarians can indulge in treats like bharit, bhakri, puran poli, bhajiyas, bhel, and desserts such as sitafal rabdi and kulfi. Every bite is a celebration of heritage and flavour.
As a former CEO of Umed MSRLM, seeing the flourishing success of these women entrepreneurs fills me with pride. Revisiting this event with family and friends and witnessing the growth of these initiatives has been truly heartwarming.
I therefore request all Navi Mumbaikar to visit, celebrate and support local talent. And to Mumbaikars — what’s holding you back? Cross the Vashi bridge and immerse yourself in the most vibrant exhibition of the year!
Let’s come together to celebrate women, culture, and empowerment at Mahalakshmi Saras!

Mark Your Calendar!
The exhibition runs until 25th December 2024 at the CIDCO Exhibition Centre, Vashi.

Saturday, 14 December 2024

So much hope...

So much hope...

For every storm that stirs the sea, 
A soothing wave brings hope to me. 
When dreams seem lost, in the daily grind,
I bounce with resilience in my strong mind..
Every fall has taught me lessons
So my fiery spirit grows and never lessens
My trials are shaped by beautiful songs
Because I know darkness won't last long
From every stumble, I will rise with strength
And surge ahead through breadth or length
Each passing day teaches me to cope
For with God's grace & faith there is so much hope...

Mann Vimal 

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