Random Thoughts – Gender Equality

2000px-igualtat_de_sexes-svgThis week, I’ve had many thoughts swirling in my head, which I thought needed a post all by itself, rather than put it down in my weekly update, where it may not be really relevant.

One of the big news in the papers last week was about the risqué and sometimes obscene games played at the freshmen orientation at the National University of Singapore (NUS). Apparently, this is common in other Singapore universities too – Nanyang Technological University (NTU) and Singapore Management University (SMU). Reports said that the games were very sexualised in nature with some even invoking feelings of incest.

16d42f1Orientation camps are a chance for the incoming freshmen to meet other new students and make friends. As parents of young teens who will soon get into one of these universities (hopefully), this is cause for concern to me. Since all Singaporean and Singapore Permanent Resident males have to complete their national service before they enter university, this means that there is a two-year gap in age between the men and women who enter the freshman year. This becomes as much as six years or more when you compare a female freshman versus a male final year student.

Some students (both male and female) who were at the orientation didn’t feel that the games were wrong, which lead me to think how they thought of female emancipation. Games like this, which are often under the leadership of the student council and perhaps the university management tacitly condone sexism and misogyny at a very impressionable age. It becomes worse because, in these games, it’s often the men who play the aggressor and the women, the victims. I am a feminist and I strongly believe that when young men look at women in such a sexual way, in what is essentially a very non-sexual environment, then it leads them to be conditioned to think of women in such ways in other such non-sexual environments such as at work. This leads to a life-long tendency to believe that women are very inferior to them and always act in ways which do not demonstrate true gender equality. I guess when men who do not want to take part in such games, protest, they are then ridiculed and called names for being wimps!

The university has stopped all these games for this year at least and hopefully this will lead to a serious review on what can and cannot be acceptable.

stock-vector-colourful-hands-with-male-and-female-symbol-love-marriage-gender-equality-human-rights-and-120122377This actually leads to the other thing I have been thinking about for a week now. I usually steer clear of politics and since I am not a political commentator, I like to leave that to the experts. But I am sure everyone, including me, is watching the US Presidential elections run-up. I was very happy when the democrats finally (really finally!) elected a woman to become their nominee, in what was a historical moment in the history of the country. I along with millions of women worldwide cheered at this, but I was also a bit perturbed that it took them almost 240 years after independence to have a woman at spitting distance of the highest office in the country. For a country which calls itself the ‘greatest country in the world’, this is a bit disturbing as it does not really show that this greatness also lies in the equality of its daughters and sons.

However, the most disturbing part of the election campaign has been the republican nominee. I cringe each time I read about his comments on women, minorities, the disabled, (basically everyone except the traditional white male). At times I think nobody can be like this – misogynistic, rash and irresponsible, and wonder if this is the persona he has adopted to win the elections, then I read another article about him, going back to before he was the nominee and decide I was wrong, maybe he is like that in real life too. Then I really shudder and think of the country and its future.

As a woman, as someone who passionately believes in the equality of the sexes and as someone who believes in equal rights for everyone, I really hope this person does not win. If he does, women’s lib and emancipation will probably retrograde back to 1776 when America became free of the British and the words “Freedom”, “Liberty” and “Equality” are just words in the constitution

Recipe: Bhindi Masala aka Spiced Okra Curry

IMG_5911I stumbled across this recipe by sheer accident. I was planning to make something else but ended up making this, which turned out very tasty and was a definite keeper.

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Bhindi, Okra or Ladies Finger is a vegetable which many people do not cook often as it starts to become slimy when you start cooking it. Many people prefer to deep fry it to remove the sliminess and it’s quite a common dish in my home as it is one of my favourite vegetables. When I was young, my grandma (both maternal and paternal) used to tell us to eat this vegetable as it was supposed to make you smarter. I don’t know if it was because of this brainwashing or otherwise, but this is one of my favourites. Even BB & GG love this and when they were younger, they called this vegetable ‘Star Curry’ as the shape is star-shaped when chopped!

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Bhindi Masala

Ingredients:

  • 1 kg Bhindi, Ladies Finger or Okra, chopped into 2-inch pieces
  • 2 onions, roughly chopped
  • 1-inch piece of ginger
  • 4-5 pods of garlic
  • 2 tomatoes, roughly chopped
  • 4-5 cashew nuts
  • 1 tsp coriander powder
  • 1 tsp cumin seed powder
  • ¼ tsp turmeric powder
  • 1 tsp cumin seeds
  • 2 tsp chilli powder
  • 1 tsp dried mango or amchur powder (optional)
  • 4-6 tbsps oil
  • Salt to taste
  • Coriander leaves to garnish

Method:

  • Fry the bhindi in the oil till it becomes crisp and remove on a kitchen paper. Let it cool completely.
  • In the same pan, take the cumin seed and let them pop. Next add the garlic, ginger and saute for a couple of minutes.
  • Add the cashew nuts and let them brown a bit.
  • Add the onions and let them become translucent and soft and add the tomatoes next.
  • Add some soft to help cook the onion-tomato mixture and add all the dry masalas next (turmeric powder, chilli powder, coriander seed powder and cumin seed powder).
  • Let the tomatoes cook completely and when it becomes mushy, switch off the gas and let the mixture cool.
  • Blend this mixture to a smooth paste and keep aside.
  • In the same pan, pour the blended mixture and bring it to a boil.
  • Add the fried bhindi and let it all come together. Add more water if needed (this depends on what consistency you want the dish to be, but don’t add too much water).
  • Check for seasoning and garnish with coriander leaves.

Enjoy delicious Bhindi Masala. This tastes yummy both with rice and with Rotis (Indian flatbreads)

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When cutting the bhindi, make sure it is completely dry before you cut it. You will need to dry it with a clean cloth before cutting. Also, when cutting, make sure your knife is dry. When cutting, the pods ooze a bit and so you need to make sure you wipe your knife in-between regularly to keep it dry.

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The Paradox of our Time

I came across this beautiful speech/poem by His Holiness the XIV Dalai Lama and it resonated with me.

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Here’s another, similar speech by Dr. Bob Moorehead, which is worth a read!

“The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more but learn less. We plan more but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you and a time when you can choose either to share this insight or to just hit delete…

Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.”

Today, most people live in bigger homes (per person per square feet), but who is there at home? Most families are nuclear in nature and even with just three or four people at home, the house is just that – rarely a home as with people’s schedules, there are just a handful of times when everyone is at home together. We don’t make time for the extended family, even during festivities and occasions.

With more disposable incomes, especially in countries like Singapore, the tendency to buy for the sake of buying something is very common. Hashtags like #buybuy are very common on social media platforms and the flaunting of new possessions seems to be a case of ‘keeping up with the Joneses and doing it one step more’! This in contrast, to some people who seem to adopt a minimalist attitude. I would like to go this route and so for the time being, I am stopping all non-essential purchases, preferring to buy from my closet and stash. I will only buy when I am completely out of the product.

We’re more connected than ever in the history of the world, but ironically we’re more alone than ever. As of June 2016, there are more than 1 billion Whatsapp groups in the world and more than 64 billion messages were sent using Whatsapp in one day at its peak! The normal Whatsapp traffic is approximately 42 billion messages per day, though I am not sure if this includes the voice and video messages. But how many of us actually take the time to speak to a loved one on a regular basis? It’s so much easier being in touch through a keyboard, though how much time does it take to take the same phone and dial a number. Even if you do not or cannot use international dialing, all you need to do is install one of the free apps like Skype or Viber and speak to your loved ones!

 

I am going to make a call to speak to my loved ones just as soon as I finish this post, will you?

 

Yogyakarta Day 3 & 4: Ramayana Ballet and Malioboro Street

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The three main performers L-R Rama, Sita and Hanuman waiting to take pictures with the audience before the start of the performance. They do this at the intermission too

I was really anticipating the last segment of our two day Yogya sightseeing which was the enactment of the Ramayana. I wanted to see how another culture interprets what is essentially a very special Hindu story and one, which probably every Indian, irrespective of their religion, knows intimately.

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The lit up Prambanan temple which provides a magical backdrop to the performance

Another reason for the performance was the fact that this ballet is performed outdoors in the background of the Prambanan temple which is lit up beautifully. The whole scene looks very ethereal and magical! The enactment of the Ramayana is the Javanese version of the story and the music is the Indonesian gamelan and the whole performance (songs, some dialogues etc) are in Bahasa Indonesia, but they have two screens on either side of the stage with subtitles in English. At points, there are also two emcees, who move the story forward and while one speaks in Bahasa, the other does the same in English. All costumes are also very Indonesian and oh so beautiful…

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Sita and King Janak

The ballet is performed by around 200 odd trained dancers and is based on the stone reliefs in the Prambanan temple which made it especially interesting. The performance is outdoors during the dry season (May-October) and indoors during the wet season (Jan – April, November – December). In the event of sudden downpours in the dry season (it happens), the performance is shifted indoors.

We were there on a Saturday and I had heard that the performance gets filled up fast over the weekend, so I had asked Ibot, whom I was liaising with for this trip, to help me book the tickets. I gave him my preferred seats and he had gotten the ticket office to block the tickets for me. When we went to the ticket office, Yus helped me speak to the person manning the counter and we had our tickets in hand immediately.

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Our class of seats on the left and the VIP seats further down

We booked the second tier class tickets which is called Special class seating. This cost us IDR 275,000 (approximately USD 21). The tickets in this class have seat numbers and though you sit in cement seats, you get a cushion for your back as well as a drink. The top class ticket, called VIP Class Seating is IDR 375,000 (~USD 29) which is actually quite plush seating. Other than the drink I mentioned earlier, they also get a souvenir (though I have no idea what was in it). The seats were also front centre in front of the stage whereas our seats were slightly to the right, but we still had amazing front views of the performance.
We also got to see the whole story performed, though there were some days which were termed episodic. I guess the episodic performances will go into the story more in detail, while the full story will be in bits and pieces so that they can finish it in two hours. The best part of the performance is when Hanuman burns Lanka and they use actual fire in the stage, which was awesome. That part also ends act one and there’s a 15 minute intermission after this.

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Entry of King Ravana

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Sita’s Svayamvar (wedding)

For those who want to know more about the epic that is the Ramayana, please click this Wikipedia link which is quit comprehensive and has further links. There’s a very famous television series on the Ramayana which was aired in the mid-to-late-eighties in India. Here’s a link to see the episodes of that series. The series is in Hindi and I don’t think there are any subtitles.

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The burning of Lanka

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Hanuman devastating Lanka

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When Rama and Sita meet after Rama defeats Ravana

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Another picture which shows Lanka burning

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Rama doubting Sita’s fidelity after their reunion

We got back quite late from the performance and found a mini drama waiting for us at the hotel. One of the two rooms had been locked from inside when we left the room in the morning and so we couldn’t get in. After involving the hotel technicians, they finally got the room open (through the balcony, thank the Lord we were on the ground floor) and we finally went to bed.

The next day, our last full day in Jogya was supposed to be a rest cum shopping day. We decided to hit Malioboro Street after breakfast. The hotel had a shuttle to the street and we took advantage of it. We spent some time walking the street and looking around as well as doing some shopping. After lunch at Pizza Hut (go figure!) we came back for some rest before we hit Ambarrukmo Plaza for more shopping and dinner before we ended our holiday.

Our flight back to Singapore was at 7:30 am and we were out of the hotel by 5:30 am. Like when we arrived, we got the hotel to send us to the airport using their vehicle and the return trip was not hassled. I was actually impressed with Air Asia and if I am flying short haul and regional, this is one option I will definitely consider.

The only parts I didn’t like was the fact they charge you quite a bit for credit card payment (which for people in Singapore is a must as there is no direct payment facility) and they only have 7 kgs as cabin baggage. Compare this to Tiger Airways which we took when we went to Penang last year, we could pay locally at the AXS machine (so avoiding credit card charges, since it is a local airline) and the airline also had 10 kgs cabin baggage allowance.

So this was all about our Yogyakarta trip. It’s taken me quite long to write this, but I hope it’s been worth it! Now to plan our next trip….

In My Hands Today…

Shadow Play (Kain Songhet Mysteries #1) – Barbara Ismail

15810852Shadow Play” is the first in the series of “Kain Songket Mysteries” set in the northern state of Kelantan, Malaysia during the 1970s.

Mak Cik Maryam, a smart and take-charge kain songket (silk) trader in Kota Bharu Central Market, discovers a murder in her own backyard, shattering the bucolic village world she thought surrounded her. While the new Chief of Police, a pleasant young man from Ipoh whose mother’s admonitions about the wiles of Kelantanese girls still ring in his ears, wrestles with the bewildering local dialect, Maryam steps up to solve the mystery herself. Her investigation brings her into the closed world of the wayang kulit Shadow Play theater and the lives of its performers—a world riven by rivalries and black magic. Trapped in a tangle of jealousy, Maryam struggles to make sense of the crime in spite of the spells sent to keep her from secrets long buried and lies woven to shield the guilty.