Imagine a world where women run the show. No wait! Don’t imagine, just open your eyes and look around you. Society has come a long way since the time when men were strictly the breadwinners of their families, and women were confined to work in the kitchen. The world is changing rapidly and the society has evolved to accept women breaking out of their cocoons and making a mark in their respective fields.
Be it world famous doctors, scientists, artists, engineers or entrepreneurs, you find women everywhere. It isn’t uncommon anymore to find a household that is run by a woman. Fortunately, most men have started looking at women as their equals and the question of who brings home the bread shouldn’t lead to differences between spouses. However, there are still some families that even break apart because the men are too pompous to admit that their wives are capable of earning more than them.
In my opinion, the pink wallet signifies women’s liberation and the fact that women are capable of not only sustaining themselves and their families’ singlehandedly but also contributing in a massive way towards social welfare. Handling finances be it of the household or the country has always been looked upon as the man’s responsibility but not anymore. Women have always had the inmate ability to conserve resources. The pink wallet need not necessarily be of a successful working woman. Even a middleclass housewife may be able to use her business acumen in procuring the maximum provisions for her family using the minimum resources. Women like Mother Teresa have been able to mobilise funds in order to help the destitute, the old, the diseased people and orphaned children. Mobilizing and managing funds of charitable organizations is just one more aspect of women putting their financial abilities to good use, this time to help society at large.
The pink wallet is here to stay so watch out before it outnumbers the blue ones!
In the year 1575, two men, one in Delhi and the other in Udaipur, were deep in thought about a conformation they both knew would take place shortly. Though they were rivals in the battle for supremacy, they shared many similar qualities. Both were brave, both had great skills in planning attacks, and most important of all, each was determination to subdue the other. One was a Mughal- the Emperor Akbar –who had just returned from his victories in Rajasthan. The other was Rana Pratap of Mewar, mourning the loss of Chittor.
In Delhi, Akbar was warning smarting from the manner in which his envoy and brother in law, man Singh of Amber, had been humiliated by Rana Pratap.
Spluttering with rage, man Singh said, ``he refused to see me! And why it is? Because I gave my sister Jodha Bai in marriage to you! In Mewar, people spit upon my name and treat me as an outcast!’’
`Patience!’ said Akbar. `Those are fine words, but does he have the strength to take on the might of the Mughal Empire? You can regain you honor by defeating him. I will give you my best fighting force and the elephants specially trained for battle! Prepare for the siege of Mewar!’
One day, when Rana Pratap was confirming with his general, news was brought to him that the Mughal army was on the move.
``Akbar will not until he was brought Mewar to its knees,’’ he told his generals. ``But I will not give him that pleasure! Man Singh of Amber has already joined him, and so it up to us to show him that Rajputs are warrior who prefer death to defeat!’’
That evening, the supporters of Mewar met to discus strategy for the battle that was about to take place. The various chieftains pledged to send their best fighting troops.
`I am grateful to you’, said the Rana, `and I know that your troops will fight to the finish. But the Mughal army will be at least double of ours in numbers. Our only hope is to outwit them! If we surprise them at the narrow pass at Haldi Ghati, we will have the advantage; prepare to leave as soon as possible.’
Within days, the Rajputs made their way to the rocky outpost of haldi Ghati. The soldiers on foot led the way, followed by a cavalry of hundreds of noble steeds bred from the best Arabian stock. The cavalry was led by Rana Pratap astride Chetak, a white stallion. They were followed by the war `elephants’. Camps were set up, and the Bhils kept watch. Bhils were a tribe who lived in the forest and were devoted to the Rana. They moved silently like shadows and relayed the news of the Mughal advance hourly to the generals.
As darkness fell, the soldiers in the camp chatted softly. For many, it was their first battle but they were not afraid.
` I could not believe my eyes when the Rana sat own to eat with us,’ said a young soldier. `No airs about him!’
`and this morning, when I was feeding the horses, I saw him feeding Chetak with his own hands,’ said another soldier.
``Well, that to be expected. Chetak is very special’ said the first soldier. `He was seen many a battle! As soon as the drums sound the end of the battle, the Rana personally sees to Chetak’s welfare. And only after he has been settled down does he attend to himself!’
`I can not wait to fight under such a leader,’ said is companion.
``Well we don’t have long to wait! Rumor has it that the Mughal are camped on the banks of the river,’
I'm walking with the talisman of the moon
trekking with success golden spoon,
as soon as the hammer strikes noon
this night is edified,
qualified and molified by blindness
Then shallthis charming pendant
be proclaimed important
without the resistance of hesistance
there is a loud prophecy
of no controversy,
being fulfilled by will
my determination pays like a dollar bill
I'll soon buy my mama's escalade
success shall come like a shade
from the heat of limitation,
poverty's retribution
because now I began to glow
at the arrival of the gold mine shadow.
By Kakraba Afful
One sided love happens when one person loves someone and other person doesnt. one sided love sometimes is very hurting. we see a heard lot of bad stories about one sided love and all many of us know about its bad consequences. one can live happily even after he lost someone he loved only by forgeting it. here are some of the ways one can try which can help to forget the one sided love.
1.destroying the old memories- The best way to forget your one sided love is by removing all the old memories. one should try to remove all the things,gifts, phone number, sms etc that makes him remember of his one sided love. if one doesnt remove all such things from his life he will always remember his one sided love by looking at it.
2. Getting busy in work, hobbies- One can try to be busy all the time in some work or hobby. if he sits idle than thoughts of the one he loved might come in his mind. we already have heared the proverb that "Idle mind is like a devil's mind". so one should try to get busy with some work or try to develop new hobbies.
3. going to tours- we have often heard that changing the environment can change the thoughts of the mind . one should try to go to tours with his friends,family. a nice environment can bring nice thoughts .
4. confidence- one should be confident in life that he will get someone better and more loving than the one he loved. he should have the thinking that he lost nothing but the person that didnt loved him lost a true lover.
5.friends- friendship is one of the best relation. One can share joys and sorrows with friends. if someone has nice group of friends one can easily forget all his sorrows.so developing good friends group might help you to stay happy.
6.Getting married- one of the step which might be very hard to take after loosing one whom you loved may be getting married but getting married may help one to forget his one sided love as one gets busy with a family life.
This are the some of the ways by which one can forget his one sided love. hope some of my thoughts help some poeple.
I guess I'll let my soul
burn like surrended paper in the fire,
the furnace of life,
fries me with its daily frustrations
day by day, I see my possibilities,
baked to ashes by the ovens
of suffering
even my spirit sings a dirge of terror,
I feel like I'm wearing a piranha jacket
my feet are sore,
also frying in the oil of misery
Hunger, the grim, graffiti,
the exact drawing of my face
and the exact sculpture of my being,
the impoverished trigger is pulled
and my family is shot down by the bullets of starvation
the penny drought is the least of my problems
now, death seems imminent.
By Kakraba Afful
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