Sunday 29 September 2013

It's that time of the year again....


It’s that time of the year again, when for every Bengali the countdown begins…

It’s that time of the year again, when every Bengali settled outside craves to be back in town…

It's that time of the year again, when there is Kashful in the field and shiuli in the air...

It's that time of the year again, when the potter’s colony of Kumortili is the busiest place...

It's that time of the year again, when a simple clay figure comes to life so easily...

It's that time of the year again, when every Bengali saves each penny for those four days…

It's that time of the year again, when every small wish is fulfilled by parents...

It's that time of the year again, when the otherwise 'lyadhkhor' Bengali will be out for shopping on weekends...

It’s that time of the year again, when elders ask you “Kota jama holo”-no matter how old you are…

It’s that time of the year again, when the streets are dug and roads are in mess for the pandals decorations…

It’s that time of the year again, when the pujo committee guys are done with their collections…

It's that time of the year again, when every Bengali prays to the Rain God and asks him not to shower during those four days....

It’s that time of the year again, when every Bengali says "Jaa Sorir Kharap Howar Aaage Hoye Jaag baba"

It’s that time of the year again, when every TV channel starts reminding you of the Mahalaya telecast… 

It’s that time of the year again, when every Bengali asks “Eibaare Maa aschen kise?”

It’s that time of the year again, when maar agominir ashaye che boshaa…
It’s that time of the year again, which we Bengalis treasure forever

Friday 20 September 2013

The inconvenient truth of sanitary pad disposal

It is not a very rare sight to witness something like this – you walk on the roads and you spot several used sanitary napkins scattered all around. The immediate reaction we tend to have is one of disgust and anger. On the other hand, this anger extends to embarrassment when we are accompanied by a male partner.
The problem of properly disposing sanitary napkins has always been present because of the taboos and the myths attached to women’s menstrual cycles.  I remember when I initially started menstruating; I used to flush the pad down the commode because the thought of taking out my used sanitary napkins from the washroom in front of the male members of my house was quite a shameful affair, one I didn’t fancy going through. It was only after my mother forbade me from doing so that I stopped flushing it down and as a matter of fact, I purposely decided to mentally shut myself out from the fact that my uncouth behaviour adversely affected the drainage system.
What followed next was that I was asked by my mother to properly wrap the used napkins in a black plastic bag, tie it up tightly and then discard them in the trash bin near the flat we lived in. This practice continued for several years until I was in college till one fine day when the trash bin was removed by the local municipal body. The reason, I later found out, was that the stray dogs used to dig into the trash, pull out the used sanitary napkins among other garbage items and resultantly scatter the entire area with debris.
Nowadays, discarding my sanitary napkins is much easier a task as all I am required to do when I am on my monthly cycle is to wake up early and give it to the garbage collector who comes to our house every morning. At least now I know that my used pads will not be the cause of a stench in public spaces or be the cause of embarrassment for someone else on the road.
Our lives are not restricted to our homes as our workplaces are very important since we spend a significant amount of time there. Many offices do not keep any emergency sanitary napkins or immediate pain relief medicines for their female employees. My ten-year old office which I joined a few months ago does not even have a trash bin inside the bathroom for women to dispose their sanitary napkins into. I am currently the only female employee left in the organisation and only I know how I manage those four days of the month. Every time I change my pad, I go out of the office to discard it at the local dustbin nearby.
Realising that if I alone am facing so many problems, I dread to imagine how others are dealing with it. While conversing with the lady in my beauty parlour upon the topic of menstruation, I realised that we are all collectively trapped in this cycle of shame, taboo and myth when it comes to periods. She discards her used sanitary napkins by throwing it out of the window into the local drain. “We have a small bin in our parlour bathroom, but I don’t throw my used pads there. It is very embarrassing because there are other male members also using the same washroom, “she confessed to me. My attempt on trying to educate her was futile because she is also engulfed in the same level of shame just like I was, thirteen years ago.
It is not that I don’t have the courage to go and speak to my boss and fight for my right, funny as it may sound, for my right to have a dustbin inside the washroom.  It might sound too petty even, but my seemingly ‘small’ right will mean the proper disposal of sanitary napkins without affecting the health of a female employee and ensuring her hygiene. My right also stands for not affecting the environment and not polluting surrounding areas. Last and most certainly not the least, my right stands for respecting every woman, her body and most importantly, her menstrual cycle.
The blog was first published here:- The inconvenient truth of sanitary pad disposal
Picture courtesy- www.menstrupedia.com