Behind the Dupatta Dissecting the views, opinions and progression of the dupatta; The Indian Woman.
Born and raised in Hong Kong, my parents knew the importance of teaching us values, morals and integrity. The dupatta has immense value in my life. It symbolizes the core of who I stand for; the modern Indian woman. However, as much as we have progressed from being women who simply stood in the background unvoiced, there are Indian women in the subcontinent and around the world who deal with issues that exist and yet are simply swept under the carpet only to be never heard of or even dealt with. It all began when I saw an interesting film, White Rainbow. The film depicted the harsh brutalities that widows in India were forced to face irrespective of their social status and age. Throughout the film, the women hid behind white dupattas unable to voice their opinions, demands and wants. It was then I realized that this was a reality that still existed. And because I take my social obligations a bit seriously (my Father can vouch for that), I felt it was my duty as an Indian girl of the future, to bring these issues to the forefront in hopes that they will gain some attention and perhaps be resolved. Either way, it is important to highlight the ups and downs, high and lows, best and worst of the progression of the dupatta; the Indian woman.
Born and raised in Hong Kong, my parents knew the importance of teaching us values, morals and integrity. The dupatta has immense value in my life. It symbolizes the core of who I stand for; the modern Indian woman. However, as much as we have progressed from being women who simply stood in the background unvoiced, there are Indian women in the subcontinent and around the world who deal with issues that exist and yet are simply swept under the carpet only to be never heard of or even dealt with. It all began when I saw an interesting film, White Rainbow. The film depicted the harsh brutalities that widows in India were forced to face irrespective of their social status and age. Throughout the film, the women hid behind white dupattas unable to voice their opinions, demands and wants. It was then I realized that this was a reality that still existed. And because I take my social obligations a bit seriously (my Father can vouch for that), I felt it was my duty as an Indian girl of the future, to bring these issues to the forefront in hopes that they will gain some attention and perhaps be resolved. Either way, it is important to highlight the ups and downs, high and lows, best and worst of the progression of the dupatta; the Indian woman.
The dupatta is simply a metaphor for the modern Indian woman. Just as the dupatta has moved on from being a symbolic accessory to a fashion one while still holding its core tradition intact, so has the Indian woman.
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I hope as a reader, you will realize the true power of the dupatta and the Indian woman. Your opinions and feedback is always appreciated.
Advocating for the dupatta,
Roshni M. Mulchandani
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Politically Roshni Incorrect
A media junkie who is constantly defying the status quo, loves foraging through the Indian culture, society, politics and Hindi Films.She rants and raves about things that are major (in her mind at least!).
WYSIWYG: What You See Is What You Get. This is my outlet to scream, shout, holler and vent about people or issues that bug me. And you know what, you’ll probably not want to drop a comment because you don’t want to get involved. But you should. See, I know how it is. If you were at a social event, you’d hear me speak my five cents (pence or paise even – whatever floats your boat), nod your head and then probably express your disagreement with me to another friend. Think of this as your virtual tea party. I speaketh my mind and in this case, you are free to express your hate, love, agreement, disagreement, curse or adore what I say. No comments will be deleted or ignored.
I do not conform, nor do I know how to be diplomatic and I cannot kiss butt. But there are rules. And as long as you adhere, you’ll be fine. Like I said, irrespective of the nature of your comment (even if you can’t spell or have no sense of correct grammar), it will be approved. If you feel the need to cure yourself of your monthly mood swings, then please feel free to do so. However, I am not your personal doctor so you are on your own when it comes to any remedies. I am opinionated and I love Bollywood. So please do not bitch out Hindi cinema. If you do, I will be forced to repeat dialogues from B-grade films. Believe me that is torturous.
Do not expect to be inspired, awakened from any deep slumber or be enlightened. What do I look like? Some kind of guru. Hell no. Hate me or love me; you can’t ignore me. Frankly, I honestly don’t really care whether you agree with me or not. Peace out.
About Her: While she believes in the lazy Asian lifestyle where she is surrounded by help (and doesn’t have to do the dreaded laundry), Roshni is stuck in the United States where she clearly doesn’t belong. And if she isn’t complaining about how much she detests all things American, Roshni finds solace in bitching out things that bother her. Yes, they may seem trivial but in all honesty, she couldn’t careless. She finds Indian food at restaurants disgusting but loves her maa ka haathon ka khaana. She loves hate mail and crude/rude comments, so please bitch and rant as much as you’d like. Verbal diarrhoea patients, this can be your heaven on earth. Oh and she loves to sing. And she is mighty good at it. She just can’t help it if everyone in the world is tone deaf.
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