Beti Bachao Beti Padhao

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Picture of a girl child who attended my cursive writing classes at Borij Government Primary School is now doing engineering cources.

Beti Bachao, Beti Padhao.
A clarion call for one and all.
To give all girls a fair chance,
And inspire them in all circumstance.

Treatment of inequality,
A malice of our patriarchal society.
Two newborns, a girl and boy,
One brings despair, the other joy.

One brings hope, the other gets neglected,
In many homes she may be aborted.
She may be left crying in a dustbin,
Else charred to death doused in kerosene.

Two growing children brother and sister,
Where he wanders does not matter.
Of the two she may be brighter,
But her feminity makes her a prisoner.

The girl is a burden to many households,
Her marriage needs dowry else she may get sold.
Domestic chores ought to be her stronghold,
To live with her in-laws and get a foothold.

She must be fair and slim,
Lot of dowry she must bring.
She must be a subservient wife,
Work like a machine through out life.

Her education and nutrition, gets least attention,
She is expected to bear multiple children.
She often becomes an object of recreation,
Trends that need strong condemnation.

Easy prey to human trafficking,
A trade universally flourishing.
Sordid tale of utter disparity,
She pays her price for abject poverty.

We aspire to be an egalitarian society,
Liberate ourselves from all notoriety.
Bestow justice and equality,
To all members of our female fraternity.

And therefore the clarion call,
Given by our Prime Minister as a protocol,
To steer the nation ahead in all aspects,
Giving ladies full honour and respect.

Women’s education and empowerment,
A pan India campaign of the Government.
Major thrust on Women’s health,
To embolden them to create wealth.

Ladies of today are surging ahead,
Capable of earning their butter and bread.
They are now commissioned officers,
Chancellors and Ministers amongst others.

In the Corporate world they are no less,
Step by step making progress,
No longer confined to stereotyped roles,
But chasing steeper and loftier goals.

May the world see success,
May all our dear sisters overcome distress,
May they be able to freely express
And never ever be unduly suppressed.

By Indrani Roychoudhury

About me

Indrani Roychoudhury

Retirement after long service and movement of grown-up children away from home brought about a sea change in my life. I started reading Rabindranath Tagore’s poetry on nature, love and devotion which aroused spiritual leanings within me. Even cursory browsing of translations of Bhagwad Gita helped to sprout newer thought processes within my inner self. The result was peace with the difficulties of life.

Simultaneously, household activities started taking up more time. My dormant interest in cooking special dishes got life and simple items such as making Jhal Muri gave me immense joy. This simple Bengali street food travelled with me to USA and Switzerland where my son Meher was staying with his family.

During the Covid period my daughter Piuli stayed with me for 2 years when she encouraged me to experiment with a fresh style of dressing. Sartorially, I am a totally changed person which friends have started noticing.

An altogether novel interest in theme-based painting encouraged me to write poetry and paint in consonance with the subject. Simultaneously, my passion for upliftment of underprivileged children came to the forefront and I began coaching them at Sarita Udyan, a nature park in Gandhinagar where I stay. I am enthusiastic about education and development of girl child and my composition Beti Bachao, Beti Padhao drew inspiration from a call given by our Prime Minister Shri Narendrabhai Modi.

I feel blessed to have been able to develop this web site containing my compositions, paintings, and photos.