<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Monishikha RoyChoudhury</title><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Monishikha RoyChoudhury</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Stand up for the Indian soldier</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font class="f22"><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Someone forwarded this article to me, and I think it"s worth a thought , at the very least!<br><br></span></span><font size="4">Stand up for the Indian soldier</font></b></font><br><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td height="5"><br></td></tr></tbody></table><font class="f11"><b>Harsh V Pant<br><br></b></font><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;">I</span>t is with a sense of disbelief that one hears the Indian minister of state for defence, sitting in his cozy air-conditioned seminar room, pontificating that "it is unbecoming" of former <a href="http://www.rediff.com/news/2008/may/28video2.htm" target="new">soldiers to protest</a> against the treatment meted out to them by thegovernment. So here"s a non-soldier making a public protest. One hopes that it<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">is not below the dignity of the minister to read this. <o:p></o:p></span><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The minister would not have dared to make such a comment had the protestors been a part of his or his<br>party"s vote bank. The fact that the Indian armed services do not go public with their grievances does not mean that they do not have any concerns and the fact that they have been forced to come to the streets should make the minister and his government acknowledge how desperate the situation might be.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The Indian government is fooling itself if it thinks that by dragging its feet on the issue of the armed<br>forces dissatisfaction with the recommendations of the <a href="http://www.rediff.com/money/paycom.html" target="new">Sixth Pay Commission</a>, it can make the issue<br>go away. <o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A country that refuses to respect its armed forces will eventually end up getting forces that will not<br>respect the nations" aspirations. A country makes a sacred contract with its soldiers that while he/she will lay down his/her life when called upon to do so, the nation will take good care of his/her and his/her family"s needs to the extent its resources would permit.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">This contract underpins the very survival of a nation as when its territorial integrity and political<br>independence are under threat, the nation looks upon the only instrument that can protect<br>it -- its armed forces.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">While all governments have to look for a considered bargain between their commitments and power and<br>between power and resources, a responsible government will always be aware of the serious implications of not spending adequate resources on defence.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The debate as it has been made out to be in some quarters between defence and development is a spurious one. Unless adequate provisions are made for defence, no state will be able to pursue its developmental agenda. This is much more important for a country like </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> that faces a unique security environment with two of its "adversaries" straddling it on two sides of its borders and problems on all<br>sides of its periphery. <o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">A government can keep spouting pious rhetoric about global peace and non-violence but it realises<br>fully that force is the ultima ratio in international relations. Politics among nations is conducted in the brooding shadow of violence. Either a state remains able and willing to use force to preserve and enhance its interests or it is forced to live at the mercy of its militarily powerful counterpart.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Even Nehru, after neglecting defence for all the years after independence had to eventually<br>concede in 1962 that India"s military weakness "has been a temptation, and a little military<br>strength may be a deterrent."<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The Indian public and press remain apathetic on defence issues. We make Kargil into a television spectacle, an opportunity for our journalists to try to show their temporary bravery by going to the frontlines for a few hours and getting the excitement of covering a war from the inside. And then when it is all over, our soldiers have been interred into their graves, we move on to new and more exciting spectacles -- to our song and dance reality shows and <em><span style="font-family: Arial;">saas-bahu </span></em>sagas, forgetting that soldiers are still on guard.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;">This is a nation that will cry with Lata Mangeshkar </span><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(117, 117, 119); font-weight: bold;">[</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://search.rediff.com/imgsrch/default.php?MT=lata%20mangeshkar" target="_new"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana; text-decoration: none;">Images</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(117, 117, 119); font-weight: bold;">]</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> when she sings </span><em style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Aye Mere Watan Ke Logon</span></em> <span style="font-weight: bold;">but will not make any effort to understand the real problems and concerns of its soldiers. It is </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">a sign of the highly skewed priorities of the Indian media that the rising </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">turmoil and  dissatisfaction within the ranks of nations" armed forces is being </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">given only perfunctory coverage.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It is an issue of nation"s very survival yet the media seems busy with its devotion of superficialities. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Every rave and rant of Bollywood actors is religiously covered, detailed</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">dissection of seemingly never-ending cricket matches are conducted, exorbitant</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">pay rises in the corporate sector make it to the headlines but the one issue</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">that can make or break the future of this country is consigned to the margins.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">We continue to pray at the altar of our false heroes while our real heroes continue to face neglect and<br>scorn.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The armed forces feel they have never got their due from various pay commissions over the years but the<br>government in its wisdom decided to keep the armed forces away from any representation in the latest Pay Commission. The dominance of bureaucrats meant that while the interests of the bureaucrats were well-recognised, the armed services once again ended up getting a raw deal.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The discontent is so serious that some of the best and brightest in our services have refused to go<br>for the Higher Command Courses and more and more are seeking an early retirement. Indian armed forces are desperately trying to fill vacancies as other professions are luring the young of the country.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;">Against the sanctioned strength of 300 per batch, the </span><st1:place style="font-weight: bold;"><st1:placename><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">National</span></st1:placename><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span><st1:placename><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Defence</span></st1:placename><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Academy</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"> finds that it can only attract 192 cadres this year. The same story repeats itself in the </span><st1:place style="font-weight: bold;"><st1:placename><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Indian</span></st1:placename><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span><st1:placename><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Military</span></st1:placename><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Academy</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">. A country that purports to be a rising power is facing a shortage of more than 11,000 officers.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The reason is pretty obvious: One can"t think of any major power in the world that treats its<br>soldiers the way </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> does. It is indeed a sorry sight when </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">"s bravest have to literally cry out<br>for help from a callous politico-bureaucratic elite.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Our politicians remain more than willing to waste tax payers money by routinely boycotting Parliament and have never shied away from increasing their own pay and allowances, claiming<br>that they remain underpaid. Yet those who defend the sanctity of Parliament are<br>given a short shrift.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">The abysmal knowledge of defence issues that pervades the Indian political class probably gives them an illusion that the country is being protected by divine blessings. <o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Political apathy and bureaucratic design are rapidly eroding the self-esteem of our forces. A functioning<br>liberal democracy needs a loyal soldier that can take care of the state"s security, allowing the state to look after its citizenry. In </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">, the State is gradually withering away, all that"s left is the loyal soldier. How long will this soldier, under siege from all sides, remain steadfast to its commitments, is a question all Indians should seriously ponder on.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br><p><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Dr Harsh V Pant teaches at King"s College </span></b><st1:city><st1:place><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">London</span></b></st1:place></st1:city><b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br><br></div><a href="http://www.rediff.com/news/2008/jun/06guest1.htm" target="_self">You can read the article with comments here</a><br><br><br><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 11:35:54 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/22/Stand-up-for-the-Indian-soldier-1.html</link></item><item><title>Lake View</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">My fourth oil painting, and one of the reasons why I don"t blog regularly :-) </span><br><br><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/408/d6869990f86654added0e9eb7b10c701/homep/images/1206415904">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 08:56:00 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/25/Lake-View.html</link></item><item><title>Sketch</title><description><![CDATA[<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">This is me as I used to be...</span><BR><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/408/d6869990f86654added0e9eb7b10c701/homep/images/1189178529">]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 20:49:44 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/07/Sketch.html</link></item><item><title>Kiss to Build a Dream On</title><description><![CDATA[<font style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;" size="5"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Sound familiar?<br></span></font><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><br></span><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_5jYrZ0dMc"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_5jYrZ0dMc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 22:59:47 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/01/Kiss-to-Build-a-Dream.html</link></item><item><title>Shall We Dance?</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><font style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" color="#993366" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4">She  loved to dance,  he loved to just listen to the music.</font><br><br></div><p style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="4">The music  was moving up a notch from "foot tapping" to "lets hit the floor" .<br><br>She was looking around for him, wondering what kind of a dancer he would<br>turn out to be, IF he asked her to dance. He was standing by the bar, a<br>drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, talking to some<br>friends, not looking her way. She didn't know whether to swallow her<br>pride and ask him ,or to give him the silent treatment later. Before<br>she could make up her mind, a friend of his asked her to dance, and she<br>said "Yes". They  had just begun to dance, when  he reached<br>them, smiled at his friend and cut in , to dance with his wife. She<br>couldn't stop smiling after that because she was dancing with him.</font><br><br></p><p style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="4">They had been married for four months and this was their first dance. She<br>felt as if this was how things were going to be between them, that he<br>would probably nevertake the first step unless pushed, but she was happy that  he would..... eventually. </font><br><br></p><p style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="4">She was both right and wrong, for , you see, although he rarely asked her<br>to dance , they were never missing from the dance floor when either of<br>their favourite songs were playing.</font></p><br><div style="text-align: left;"><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div><br><br><br><br><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 00:18:33 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/08/19/Shall-We.html</link></item><item><title>CAUTION:  RETROBLOG AHEAD</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style=""></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I cant sing,<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">but I can embed---music from You Tube</span>---<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">so be warned unwary Ilander</span>,<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">from now on this</span> space is going to be </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">"RETROBLOG". <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In case you didn"t know already,</span> the video will run intermittently the first time you try to play it, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">so if you want to hear the song the way it should be heard, play it a second time.</span> <span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Anyway, enough said,<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">here"s a golden oldie I grew up listening to:)</span></span><br><br><p style=""><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><br></span></span></p><br><p style=""><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mq5pLi0huhw"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mq5pLi0huhw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object><br><br><br></p><br><p><br><br><br></p><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Oh and by the way, IF you want to hear a slightly different version of this song, you should </span> <a href="http://logikal.rediffiland.com/scripts/xanadu_diary_view.php?postId=1188611668" target="_self">click here</a><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 23:07:24 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/08/15/CAUTION-RETROBLOG.html</link></item><item><title>Just an Illusion</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><br><br><p><font color="#800000" face="Century Gothic" size="4">One of my favourite 80"s tracks....Enjoy<br><br></font><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9nXEXWlQ5Q"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9nXEXWlQ5Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object><br><br></p><br><object =""><br></object><br><br><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 19:38:35 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/08/15/Just-an.html</link></item><item><title>One</title><description><![CDATA[</style><BR></head><BR><BR><body><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><b><font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="4" color="#0000CC"><BR>In the still of the night, life is </font></b></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC"> </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">A bunch of clichés</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">The house is too neat,</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">No shoes trip my feet,</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">No wet towel on the bed,</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">No papers spread on the table,</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">No early morning alarm </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">to curse</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">No you to nudge and shake</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">I am alone</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">Wide awake</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC"> </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC"> so when you called</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><b><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0066CC">I said</font></b></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0066CC"> </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Modern" color="#0066CC">Hi, I am fine. Yeah, I managed to sleep at night. No didn't cry , kept the bathroom light on and a knife under my pillow. So, do you know when the course will be over? Any chance of coming back earlier? Ok Ok , I know it hasn't even started yet...Yes I know, I'll get used to it...</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#800000"> </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><b><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">I meant </font></b></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC"> </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><b><font size="5" face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#0000CC">I miss you.</font></b></p><BR><BR></body><BR><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home1/408/d6869990f86654added0e9eb7b10c701/homep/images/1171826439">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 00:40:10 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/02/19/One.html</link></item><item><title>Name Tag</title><description><![CDATA[<body><BR><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><i><font color="#000080" face="Arial Narrow" size="4">A while back, I had written a<a href="http://www.rediffiland.com/scripts/xanadu_diary.php?handle=monishikha@rediffmail.com&sessionId=1K1KGKoSdVacDlj1dIso4xMEZ1CV&postId=1162737216">post</a> which briefly touched on the touchy subject </font></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><font color="#000080" face="Arial Narrow" size="4">of married women and their names. In this post, I had put forth my view point, namely that I did not mind changing my surname post marriage. One of the interesting comments on that was from a lady, whose view point was a little different from mine.</font></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><font color="#000080" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"> </font></i></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><i><font color="#000080" face="Arial Narrow" size="4">At the time, I was a quite busy in the real world, so I didn't really take up the issue immediately. However, in the spirit of better late than never, here's my rejoinder, as applicable to me </font></i></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#000080" size="4">Before I got married, I used to be known as Monishikha Bhattacharya. Now , I prefer Monishikha Roy-Choudhury as opposed to Monishikha Bhattacharya Roy-Choudhury.</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#000080" size="4">Why? Well, I could say that filling out the name column of forms was hard enough with my maiden name, so I'd rather not complicate matters with my full name ;).</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#000080" size="4"> </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#000080" size="4">Now, one may ask, why drop the maiden surname and keep the married surname. My answer to that: </font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000080" size="4" face="Arial Narrow"> </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#000080" size="4">Legally , I am Mrs Monishikha Roy-Choudhury nee Bhattacharya ,a fact which I knew and accepted as an adult .  In the environment that I live in (i.e.an Air Force campus) ,I do, by virtue of being married to my husband who is an IAF officer,  and whether I like it or not , for official purposes, I am Mrs Roy-Choudhury . In the social context, i.e. in ALL my interactions with friends, neighbours and Air Force acquaintances, I don't use a surname, I am Mini or Monishikha, depending on who I am talking to. Both of these are names given to me by my parents, and I like them enough to use them with pride. </font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#000080" size="4"> </font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#000080" size="4">As far as being known as somebody's wife is concerned, well, for a large part of my life ,I was known as my parent's daughter to their friends, Mini to mine, and Monishikha to my teachers. When I was living alone , my colleagues knew me as Monishikha Bhattacharya, my friends still knew me as Mini. Post marriage, my husband's friends as well as mine, know me as Mini, and some of them are in fact , amazed to find out that I have another name too.</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font color="#000080" size="4" face="Arial Narrow"> </font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#000080" size="4"> So whether you know me as Mini, Monishikha , or Monishikha Roy-Choudhury nee Bhattacharya, I AM an ever-changing sum of many factors, such as my genes, upbringing, values , thoughts, ideas ,interactions with my parents, sibling, spouse , society etc., and the "adoption" or "rejection" of my husband's surname does not add to or detract from who I am.</font></p><BR><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"> </font></p><BR><BR></body><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 20:59:20 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/01/09/Name.html</link></item><item><title>Re-Beeing-The-Bee</title><description><![CDATA[<body><BR><BR><p><font face="Courier" size="4" color="#0000FF">We are finally back home after a month long vacation with both our families, which means there's a <br><BR>Dusty house to be cleaned<BR>Cockroaches to be chased <BR>Maid to be tackled<BR>Groceries to be restocked<BR>Meals to be cooked<BR> The blues to be chased away...</font></p><BR><p> <font face="Courier New" size="4" color="#0000FF">An "Adult" me to be dug up out of somewhere....</font><font face="Courier New" size="4" color="#0000FF"></p><BR><p>and maybe an actual blog to be written sometime</font></p><BR><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 01:03:42 +0530</pubDate><link>http://minisblog.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/01/05/Re-Beeing-The-Bee.html</link></item></channel></rss>