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Freeing Women

Like many pre-interent era desis whose concept of America had been an amalgam of images from books they had read, movies they had watched and news that made headlines in India, the reality of my experience living here has often been, for better or worse, not quite what I had expected it to be.

I had unquestioningly assumed that women have a much better quality of life in American society than what they do in India. While in some aspects, that assumption has been more than borne out, that as I come to find out, is not the whole truth.

That birth-control and abortion are political hot-button topics came as a huge surprise when I first came here. That in the land of the free, women are not at liberty to choose is a contradiction I still find impossible to reconcile. That equal work does not result in equal pay and women are consistently paid lower than men in for the same job was another such contradiction - but that is now resolved.

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Anonymous said…
I don't think that the second problem you described exists in India. (correct me if iam wrong). But women may not be allowed to work at all! (how much we men wish it could happen to us, mean society!)

Personally, I feel there are plus and minus points to every region or society. The problems change, but don't disappear!

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Anonymous said…
I recall these quotes/sayings:

1. "The grass is always green on the other side of the hill!"

2. "The sound of drum is pleasant, but only from a distance!"

I had seen the photo you have hyperlinked to. The two photos are as different from each other as chalk from cheese! It is a 'story in pictures' indeed!
workhard said…
As long as there have been issues on women, there have been contradictions.. but things are now easing out in india..as we speak

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