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When Esther David agreed to an email interview, I was delighted. Though we wouldn’t be meeting face to face – I had met and interviewed her many times in Ahmedabad. I remember her trademark large red bindi and broad smile, her warmth and hospitality whenever I dropped in.
Esther dons many hats – apart from being a writer, she is an artist, sculptor, critic, columnist, and illustrator of her own books. In this interview, the recipient of the Sahitya Akademi Award in 2010, reminisces about her adventurous childhood, how an artist and art critic became a writer, Jewish culture and traditions, and her love for Ahmedabad.
The Sahitya Akademi Award winner has this advice for writers: “The essential quality of a good writer is to keep writing.”
Esther was born into a Bene Israel Jewish family in Ahmedabad on 17 March 1945. Her father, Reuben David, a wildlife conservationist, founded the Kamala Nehru Zoological Garden near Kankaria lake in the city. Her mother, Sarah, was a school teacher.
For her it was amazing that her father fearlessly entered enclosures of lions and tigers. He even conducted an experiment in co-existence – his pet lion Montu started living in the same enclosure with Tommy, a dog. And, he would often join them! It was the same with the tiger Raju, an alsatian, a macaque, and her father, she says. She wrote ‘My Father’s Zoo’ as a tribute to her Tarzan-like father known as the “gentle animal keeper of Ahmedabad”.
After completing her schooling in Ahmedabad, Esther joined M.S. University in Vadodara studying fine arts and art history. “I feel art and literature have the ability to break barriers and have the power to touch upon the human condition. Art school gave me an exposure to arts, literature, cinema, music, dance and theatre. Even while I was at art school, I enjoyed writing papers on art history and art appreciation. Creativity is a room with many doors…” says Esther.
After graduating from M.S. University, she came back to Ahmedabad and started teaching sculpture, art history and art appreciation. She taught at Sheth Chimanlal Nagindas Fine Arts College, Centre for Environmental Planning and Technology (CEPT) University, and National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT).
Exhibitions of Esther’s sculptures and drawings were held from 1968 to 1979 at Jehangir Art Gallery and Taj Art Gallery in Mumbai, and in 1992 at Gallery Bonvin in Paris. Collections of her sculptures are in India and abroad. She has been chairperson of the Gujarat State Lalit Kala Akademi. Esther is passionate about ‘untutored art’ practised in the underprivieged areas of Ahmedabad.
Esther was in her 40s when she wrote her first novel. “Inside me, there was a sea of stories…My novels are my Jewish voice. I wanted to recreate my experience of being an Indian Jew through my novels. I was in search of a homeland, which I found within my novels. Through my novels, I wanted to understand my Jewish legacy,” explains Esther.
She says her parents were not religious, but later in life she felt the need to know about Judaism. She understands herself and her religion better through her novels, she elaborates.
Her very first novel ‘The Walled City’ received critical acclaim and was translated into French, Gujarati and Marathi. It remains her personal favourite till date.
One of her books, ‘By the Sabarmati’, is a collection of 22 stories based on the lives and aspirations of women. Does she think of yourself as a feminist writer? “I believe women must have a voice of their own and create their own space in all areas of life. My message would be to continue being creative and develop an individual identity of your own,” says Esther.
Esther’s writings are mostly about Jewish culture and the life of the small, dwindling, close-knit Bene Israel community. “Being part of the Bene Israel Jewish community of western India, I tried to write about the problems faced by this mini-microscopic Jewish community in a vast multi-cultural country like India, as they try to preserve their Jewish identity and heritage,” she says.
She won the Sahitya Akademi Award in 2010 from the Government of India for ‘The Book of Rachel’. The novel is about the elderly who have been left behind in India by families which immigrated to Israel. Rachel makes it her mission in life to fight for the preservation of an ancient synagogue. She deals with her feelings of isolation by trying out an ancient recipe every day. Rachel is her favourite character from her books, says Esther.
Her other books are ‘Book of Esther’, ‘Shalom India Housing Society’, ‘The Man with the Enormous Wings’ and ‘Bombay Brides’. “The hardest book to write was ‘Book of Esther’, where I researched the lives of five generations of a Jewish family living in India and created the relevant characters, landscapes, details, rites, rituals, customs and narratives,” says Esther. The book is loosely based on her own family.
‘Book of Esther’ has been taught in the course of ‘Gender and Literature Post-colonial South Asia and beyond’, at the department of English, George Washington University in US.
Among the national and international writers who have influenced her the most, Esther names Rabindranath Tagore, Alexandre Dumas, R.K. Narayan (for the world of Malgudi), Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Salman Rushdie (‘Shame’), Toni Morrison, Nadine Gordimer, Margeurite Duras, Orhan Pamuk, Amos Oz, Amy Tan, Isabel Allende, Graham Greene, Laura Esquivel, Iravati Karve, Ismat Chugtai, Rohinton Mistry, and Arun Joshi (‘The Strange Case of Billy Biswas’). Some of her favourite authors have written about the loss of homeland, she says.
‘Bene Appetit – The Cuisine of Indian Jews’ was published in 2021 by Harper Collins India. Esther received the National Jewish Book Award USA for this book.
“Traditional Indian Jewish food is a dying art, and I decided to transcribe these recipes from the kitchen to the page. In a quest to record the culinary practices, I journeyed across India chronicling culture, attire, festivals, rituals and traditional feasts. The book has a number of recipes of delectable dishes,” says Esther.
In 2016, her book ‘Ahmedabad City with a Past’ came out. “What was earlier called the Walled City had bazaars with jingling bangles, the smell of new brooms, raw mangos, fresh vegetables, green mint, pink candy floss, carts with coloured bottles of ‘sherbet’, and pickles – all these lent a certain richness to life.”
Each and every part of the old city has a story or fable attached to it, she says. The pols, traditional housing clusters, are a special feature in the old city of Ahmedabad.
Ahmedabad, a UNESCO World Heritage City, has a living heritage, even if it is a mega-city. It has the strong cultural heritage, which brings together the old and the new, like world famous architecture by Le Corbusier and Louise Kahn, and ‘havelis’. Yet, it still retains the essence of an overgrown village, says Esther.
Image credits Jaipur Literature Festival video from which this screengrab has been taken
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UNTOUCHED MARIE BISCUITS
You get up with your drink and move to the balcony for fresh air besmirched with cigarette smoke. You gawk at the nightly sky and flashbacks appear as you wait for the clock to strike 12. Marking the end of the millennium, you have been served with delectable lunch at the big dining- table with your cousins, uncles and grandparents. You have witnessed your parents’ New Year after-party relaxing in the evening having a cup of tea or coffee with a few slides of toast or marie biscuits. You are the generation who has grown up watching innocuous Shaktiman or Shaka Laka Boom Boom to becoming one of the cult followers of Jordan in Rockstar! In high school and early college days, you have gone international and have been hooked to watching ‘Friends’, and ‘Breaking Bad’, to name a few. Noticing a tectonic shift in media consumption with movies and TV- series, you get a shielded second-hand experience of the outside world. This was the world you knew! You were in your cocoon as you saw your older siblings leaving for college one by one. Flash forward 10 years, you are a parent or on your way planning to become one. Your unexplored exposure comes with an expiration date. Usually, it starts on the day you get married and ends upon conceiving a child. Torn between the image of a cliched daddy’s girl and a wife, your journey begins which you would have preferred with your own set of friends settled in different cities. Your hankering for novelty slowly starts to dim that burnished bright in the darkness of ignorance. You cling to your past more than ever and struggle to match steps with the present. All of a sudden, you are holier than thou against the brazenness! While on the lowest rung of the ‘new’ social hierarchy, you are repulsed and mortified. On your way to stashing untouched, moist Marie biscuits in the garbage bag, you answer the doorbell to accept the order of starters. As you unpack and look for the plates, one of the wives waltzes in into the kitchen to ask for ice. “Have paper plates for the next time! You will tire yourself out.”
As months go by, you slowly start to climb the social ladder and come across ‘Gin & Tonic’ branded as ladies’ drink. Annoyed, you are worldly enough to look beyond the gendered nonsense associated with drinks. Often in the ‘chicken, peg and chauvinism’ gala hosted by men and their mutated wives, you have noticed a new entrant holding a ‘Barcadi Breezer’ yet to understand the ways of the world in the metropolitan cities. It is in these gatherings; that you realize how the alcohol percentage is decided by the husband who is busy negotiating a deal with his eager friends to not blemish his wife’s ‘innocence’. A man who was once a boy entered into the wild when he left his small hometown for studies, but a homely woman turns to men for their bit of wildness often unexplored and suppressed owing to the cloistered and shackled surrounding they had been living in. But even then, the level of wildness is moderated to not rock the happy balance that men are supposed to maintain.
PRELOADED PERCEPTION AND ENTRENCHED MISOGYNY
Since the olden times, alcohol has been one of the widely used drugs and has been part of social ceremonies. In Greek and Roman cultures, literature and art have depicted the use of wine by the Gods and worship of Bacchus (wine god) but have also forbidden its abuse. Manifestation of ill-effects were disapproved and drunkenness as a negative form of behaviour was widely rejected. In other religions and cultures like Islam, some sects of Christianity and in upper caste of Hinduism abstinence is the norm. While a lack of cultural consensus has created dissonance, the attitude towards drinking varies resulting in complex interactions. Hailing from the eastern state of India, alcohol consumption is subjected to moral and ethical condemnation. It is often viewed as risky, hedonistic and morally lax.
The havoc that media has created in luring children into junk food; the same image has been constructed around the consumption of drinks as a social lubricant while ignoring the damaging and dysfunctional consequences when indulged. Moreover, the truth about gender attributes associated with alcohol persists and has a decisive role to play in its marketing and sales. A cocktail is regarded as a feminine drink for women are attracted to colours while men are to stronger drinks like bourbon, scotch or beer. Flirty cocktail names or even the preferred choice of cocktail glass like curvy for women and cylindrical for men are preferred. Often a corporate woman’s uninhibited flamboyance is a winner among metrosexual men who don’t give a hoot about their roots. But it is painfully paradoxical to watch them recoil when entering into a holy matrimonial alliance with a girl of a virginal, clean background. As the restrictive definition of gender has started to evolve, the binary around booze refuses to die out. Sexism at the bar counter hasn’t stepped out of antiquity and has done little to improve the attitudes towards female bartenders.
In some cases, masculinity is so fragile that men refuse to drink out from a cocktail coupe touted to be shaped after a woman’s breast. Women tired of being mansplained about their choice of drink, getting femininity equated with weakness or abstaining from drinking altogether need the society to drink narrow and misaligned perception all up.
The novelty of days spent shoved up in huge jumpers, and knee-high boots has truly worn off. Instead, we are yearning for clear blue skies, and the spring-summer insights from the runways. Undoubtedly, it is time to refresh our wardrobes with the grooviest trends of the season; after all, a new season is on the way, fetching some fresh inspiration.
Spring and summer fashion is synonymous with vibrant colors, breezy fabrics, and a sense of effortless style. From blooming florals to sustainable fashion choices, each trend brings a unique flavor to the style landscape. Get ready to elevate your wardrobe with must-have trends that will dominate the fashion scene this spring and summer.
Spring wouldn’t be complete without the perennial presence of florals, and this year is no exception. Floral and botanical prints are gracing runways and fashion collections, offering a refreshing and vibrant aesthetic. Incorporate this trend into your wardrobe with floral dresses, tops, and even accessories.
Soft pastel shades are making a strong comeback, adding a touch of understated elegance to spring and summer fashion. Embrace hues like lavender, mint green, and powder blue in your clothing choices. Pastel-colored dresses, blouses, and accessories are perfect for creating chic and feminine looks that capture the essence of the season.
As environmental consciousness grows, sustainable fashion continues to be a prominent trend. Look for clothing made from eco-friendly materials, such as organic cotton, bamboo, or recycled fabrics. Embrace slow fashion by investing in timeless pieces that stand the test of time.
Sheer fabrics are making a bold statement this season, adding a playful and flirtatious element to outfits. From sheer blouses to dresses with transparent overlays, this trend allows you to experiment with layers while maintaining a light and airy feel.
Inspired by utility wear, this trend is all about blending functionality with fashion. Think cargo pants, jumpsuits, and oversized shirts with a modern twist. Earthy tones and functional details are key elements of this trend, providing a balance between style and practicality.
Channel your inner bohemian spirit with the resurgence of boho-chic fashion. Flowy maxi dresses, fringe details, and earthy accessories define this free-spirited trend. Embrace a laid-back and effortlessly stylish look that captures the carefree essence of summer.
Polka dots are making a retro-inspired comeback, adding a playful and whimsical touch to fashion. Whether on dresses, blouses, or accessories, polka dots are a versatile pattern that can be dressed up or down. Opt for contrasting colors for a modern take on this timeless trend.
As you revamp your wardrobe for the spring and summer seasons, keep these trends in mind to stay ahead in the fashion game. Whether you’re drawn to bold prints, eco-friendly choices, or the resurgence of retro patterns, this season’s trends offer a diverse array of options to suit every fashion enthusiast’s taste.
Happy styling!
Growing up as a girl with a club foot, I was determined to defy stereotypes and excel in academics, sports, and every aspect of life. But as a girl with a disability, this pursuit of academic success took on an added significance, a chance to be one among the so-called normal people. It wasn’t just about achieving good grades; it was about proving to the world that my disability did not define me, nor would it hold me back from pursuing my dreams.
Looking back now, at the age of 58, I find it hard to believe that there was ever a time when my club foot or slight limp consumed my thoughts and defined my identity. These physical attributes no longer hold any power over me; they are simply a part of who I am, neither hindering nor defining me in any way.
But in my childhood and teenage years, it was a different story. Back then, the stares and whispers of others served as constant reminders of my disability, threatening to overshadow all other aspects of my personality and achievements. It was as if people couldn’t see past my physical differences to recognize the myriad talents and abilities that lay beneath the surface.
I excelled in sports, often outpacing my peers despite my physical limitations. I was a skilled artist and crafter, pouring my creativity into every project with passion and dedication. And yet, despite all of this, I was still labeled as the “disabled girl,” but fortunately I was never relegated to the sidelines while others took center stage. My family and school took care to see that I get my share of attention for the right reasons.
In general, people around me were not so supportive. It was a frustrating and disheartening experience, one that made me question the fairness of the world around me. Why were people so quick to judge me based on something as superficial as my appearance, ignoring all of the other qualities and talents that made me who I was? But instead of allowing myself to be defined by the narrow-mindedness of others, I chose to rise above it.
I refused to be sidelined or marginalized because of my disability, instead channeling my frustration into a fierce determination to prove myself on my own terms. And prove myself I did. I became the fastest runner in my category, leaving my competitors in the dust as I raced towards the finish line. I earned top marks in my classes, demonstrating time and again that my disability was no match for my intellect and determination.
Despite my parents’ best efforts to shield me from the cruelty of others, the reality of living with a disability meant that I couldn’t escape the occasional taunt or cruel remark. Yet, in their unwavering support and protection, my parents instilled in me a sense of resilience and determination that would prove invaluable in the face of adversity. As I ventured out into the world, I soon realized the pain that these hurtful words inflicted not only upon myself but also upon my parents, who bore witness to my struggles with a heavy heart. It was a burden that I could not bear to see them carry, and so I made it my mission to shield them from the full extent of the bullying that I faced.
In the face of adversity, I refused to be a passive victim. Instead, I adopted a strategy of defiance, meeting the taunts and jeers of my tormentors with a steely resolve. If they sought to belittle me, I would not hesitate to fire back with a cutting retort of my own, refusing to cower in the face of their cruelty.
But my response wasn’t limited to mere words; I also took decisive action, refusing to suffer in silence while others sought to diminish me. I made it a point to report instances of bullying to my teachers and the HM, refusing to allow the perpetrators to go unpunished. And while it may have taken time, my efforts eventually paid off, and the bullying gradually subsided as my tormentors realized that their actions would not be tolerated.
Despite the challenges I faced, I remained steadfast in my commitment to my studies and extracurricular activities. I diligently completed my assignments, kept my books meticulously organized, and eagerly participated in school activities and sports. And it was my dedication and hard work that earned me the admiration of my teachers and classmates alike, making me a favorite both at home and at school.
Through it all, the protective embrace of those around me served as a source of strength and encouragement, buoying my spirits in moments of doubt and uncertainty. With their unwavering support, I found the courage to confront adversity head-on, refusing to be defined by the limitations that others sought to impose upon me. But that was not the -’They lived happily ever after” ending.
The cycle of bullying that had plagued my childhood seemed to rear its ugly head once again when I entered into marriage, only this time, the perpetrators were not children but adults, and their tactics were far more insidious.
It was my mother’s plan to arrange my marriage before I had the chance to pursue my dreams of higher education and a career. She feared that my ambitious aspirations would lead me far from home, leaving everyone behind. And so, with a mixture of apprehension and resignation, I found myself betrothed, my fate seemingly sealed before I had the chance to chart my own course in life.
Despite my reluctance, I acquiesced to my mother’s wishes, but not without setting some conditions of my own. I made it clear that no dowry would be given to the groom, a decision that was accepted by my parents. Additionally, I resolved to eschew the trappings of luxury and extravagance, refusing to squander my dad’s hard-earned resources on frivolous pursuits in name of marriage.
And so, against all odds, the marriage ceremony took place, fulfilling my mother’s desires but leaving a bitter taste of resentment in the air. My in-laws, accustomed to the traditions viewed my stance with disdain, seeing it as a rejection of their expectations and customs.
But for me, it was a matter of principle. I refused to perpetuate a system that devalued women and reduced them to mere commodities to be bought and sold. I refused to bow to societal pressure and conform to outdated norms that had no place in a modern, progressive society.
And though my decision may have caused tension and discord within my new family, I stood firm in my convictions, determined to carve out a life for myself that was true to my beliefs and values. For me, marriage was not about submission or capitulation; it was about partnership and mutual respect, grounded in a shared commitment to equality and dignity.
Stepping into my new home, I was immediately confronted with the stark reality of my disability. From the moment I crossed the threshold, I could feel the weight of judgment and prejudice bearing down on me like an oppressive cloud.
The taunts and jeers came swiftly, cutting through the air like sharpened blades. I was labeled an ill omen, blamed for any misfortune that befell the household. It seemed as though my disability had become a source of gossip, the snack they needed with their chai.
But amidst the darkness, I knew that I could not allow myself to be defined by the narrow-mindedness of others. I understood that there would come a time when I would need to draw a line in the sand, to stand up for myself and refuse to let anyone trample upon my dignity or self-worth.For too long, I had endured the cruelty of those who sought to diminish me because of my disability. But as I stood in the threshold of my new home, I resolved to put an end to the cycle of abuse and discrimination once and for all. I knew that it would not be easy. There would be those who would seek to undermine me at every turn, who would scoff at my attempts to assert myself and demand respect. But I was determined to hold my ground, to show them that my disability did not define me, nor would it ever hold me back from standing up for myself.
One day, the time came for me to start the battle for my dignity. One audacious lady, a friend of my mother-in-law, paid me a visit. After inquiring about my parents, who hailed from the same place as hers, she brazenly asked, “Can you lift your sari a little and show me your foot? I heard that you have a handicap and want to see how bad it is.” That was the final straw. I responded calmly, “Do you want me to lift my sari a little? Why don’t we start the ritual with you? Lift your sari first and show me everything is good with you and nothing is disfigured.” My mother-in-law interjected angrily, “What nonsense are you talking about? Show some respect for her age.”
And in response, I retorted, “Age is nothing to be respected, because even rapists, murderers, and all kinds of evil people become old, like the ones standing in front of me here. It is the character that should be respected. Unfortunately, someone asking me to lift my sari and show my foot doesn’t deserve it, and please do not expect me to either do it nor to apologize, because that is not happening.” Despite my anger, I remained calm and firm.
The lady retorted under her breath, “Even though she is disabled, she is so proud.” By then, many women from his family had gathered and started blaming me for being rude and outspoken, despite the fact that the man showed sympathy by marrying a girl with a disability without dowry or any expectations. However, I no longer felt insulted.
“I am not sure who is disabled here,” I calmly stated. “I can walk on my feet, I am capable of earning my own living, and I am able to manage and handle my life independently. How many of you can say the same? You are dependent on others to even change a light bulb. You cannot read the forms you are signing. You do not have a voice to speak for yourselves. You simply try to please others so that they will take care of you. For me, this kind of disability is worse. Don’t try to bully or harass me, because I will not tolerate it.”
Despite my assertion they continued their attempts to undermine me, had their own meetings to discuss me and how my husband would “teach me a lesson” when he returned. Fortunately for him, he did not take their side. In fact, he was very angry that someone had the audacity to say such things to me. The matter ended there.
Recognizing that I would not be easily bullied, the dynamic shifted. They resorted to talking and creating drama behind my back. Once again, I made the conscious decision to shield my parents from the hurt, never burdening them with the details of the ongoing turmoil. Instead, I honed my ability to defend myself when necessary and learned to discern when to simply ignore the noise.
In the end, my refusal to compromise my principles served as a testament to my strength and resilience, a reminder that I would not be silenced or subjugated by the expectations of others. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges and obstacles, I face it with a sense of pride and determination, knowing that I am the architect of my own destiny. Gradually, the malicious gossip began to fade into the background, losing its potency over time. It was a testament to my resilience and refusal to be cowed by their attempts to undermine me.
Reflecting on my experiences, I hold onto hope that our society will evolve beyond petty gossip and narrow-minded attitudes towards those facing challenges. I envision a world where empathy, understanding, and inclusivity prevail, allowing everyone to thrive regardless of their circumstances. It’s a vision worth striving for, one where every individual is valued and respected for their unique abilities and contributions.
Yesterday as I was walking with my husband as I usually do in the evenings in my apartment, we were reminiscing our childhood where I was telling him about my summer vacations in Trichy (Sri Rangam) and he was telling me about his vacations at Seyyaru. As I’ve been struggling with writer’s block for a long time for an idea for my next article, I got this impulse today to document my childhood days spent in the temple town, my most favourite town in the world.
As my mother hails from Trichy where my grand parents and maama still live, she used to take me and my brother to Trichy for most of our summer vacations. I have too many fond memories of the place to actually record, but have tried my best. My uncle has lived in many houses in the temple town around Sri Rangam, so I have distinct memories associated with each of those places.
The most favourite memory of mine is when I spent my summer holidays in my uncle’s place at Mela Chithira Veedi (west Chithira street). Just remembering the house, the neighborhood and the streets fills me with a sense of nostalgia and pleasantness I cannot describe. I fondly remember the summers I spent there, having lovely home-cooked meals by my grandmother and my maami, playing street-badminton in the evening with my neighborhood friends and sweating it out under the sun, having fresh drinking (Kaveri) water right after our games which used to feel so heavenly, devouring the hot and tasty bajji, pakoda and other snacks my uncle used to buy from the street vendors (believing they were all made from fresh oil as we never used to fall sick), spending the breezy evenings at the Ranganathar temple, and the curd-rice, puliyogare and vadas we used to buy from the temple and take to the the manal-veli (the open area filled with sand within the temple premises) and eat with family and friends in the twilight, and washing them off with a mango milkshake from the juice shop Pazhamudhir cholai !
And in the late evenings, we used to laze around in the “easy chairs” (meant for old people) on the verendah and get some cool summer breeze, and sometimes elders used to indulge in talks with friends and neighbors. It is amazing how people lived together as one unit those days. The people belonging to a particular street knew each other well and helped one another in need.
The streets, espcially the chithira veedis (east, west, north, south – kizhakku, mela, vadakku, therku) encircling the Ranganathaswamy temple, comprised mostly traditional old-styled houses, and sighting scorpions were commonplace. I remember my aunt always used to live with the ever-looming dread of sighting scorpion in the house with kids (my uncle’s children). Thankfully, although we have had one or two close encounters with the arachnids, they didn’t end up for the worse.
I used to find it fascinating that the neighborhood kids while playing, used to casually chant Vishnu Sahasranamam and other slokas alongside the audio that was played aloud from the speakers from one of those houses. I realized it was rooted in the culture of the land that it seemed very natural that these kids were able to effortlessly memorize and chant these slokas. I’ve to admit that it was inspiring for me and I made it a point to learn Vishnu Sahasranamam because of the positive feeling it (listening to my friends chant it so casually) evoked in me.
Life is after all, an assortment of memories. I’m glad that as I look back at my life so far, I have only pleasant and happy memories for the most part of my life (thank god!). Just a mere recollection of our happy days, am sure, is enough to energize us and give us the courage to face life in all its highs and lows. And about my Srirangam days, I quote this line from the song Summer of 69 – “those were the best days of my life” and it is no exaggeration.
Article source: https://themediumblog.com/why-is-it-important-to-get-a-std-test-done/
Whether you are celibate, monogamous, or open, you are at risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases. Sexually transmitted diseases have a wide range of symptoms but in many cases, these symptoms don’t show up. In such a case the person with asymptomatic STD becomes a carrier that passes the disease to other people. Therefore, it is important to get an STD test Bridgeview.
In this article, we will explore what STD testing entails, which STD tests are most recommended, and the reasons to get tested.
How Does STD Testing Work?
STD testing is usually painless and quick. All STDs cannot be diagnosed from a single test. Therefore, depending on your symptoms, your partner’s sexual history, and your sexual history, the doctor will assign you varying tests. STD testing includes urine tests, oral tests, blood tests, genital swabs, physical exams, and scab/sore swabs. It is recommended to visit a medical clinic near me in case you suspect that you have contracted HIV. Most clinics are equipped to do rapid testing for HIV.
Which STD Tests Are Recommended?
Sexually active women under the age of 25 are recommended to get tested for chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis, and HPV. Pregnant women are commonly tested for chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis, and HIV at their first visit because they can lead to miscarriages, premature labor, high infant mortality rate, and infection in the womb. Furthermore, it has harmful effects on the baby and can lead to brain damage, deafness, hepatitis, chronic liver disease, and eye infection.
Reasons To Undergo STD Testing
Aside from getting effective treatment, other reasons to get tested for STDs include-
1. Not All STDs Cause Symptoms-
Many sexually transmitted diseases do not cause any symptoms. In such a case the STD is left untreated which can be very dangerous. It also puts the person at risk of passing STD on to their sexual partners. Therefore, if you are a sexually active person, you are recommended to get STD testing routinely. Monogamous and married couples are also advised to get tested frequently.
2. For better mental health-
There is a lot of stigma and shame associated with sexually transmitted diseases. STDs proliferate in the first place because of improper sexual health education and stigmatization of sexual relationships. In many cases of STDs, people do not seek medical intervention because they feel guilty and ashamed. Untreated STDs can cause extreme mental and physical discomfort. Thereby impacting people’s self-esteem and leading to feelings of loneliness. Seeking urgent care near me helps people get proper care and support from healthcare professionals.
3. Untreated STDs Cause Permanent Issues-
Generally, STDs are left untreated because they have no symptoms or the person is not educated on the subject of STDs. When left untreated for long, STDs can cause long-term health problems. In both men and women, untreated gonorrhea and chlamydia can lead to infertility. In women, untreated STDs can also cause pelvic inflammatory disease and increase the risk of ectopic pregnancy. In men, untreated syphilis can lead to degenerative diseases, loss of kidney function, and even blindness.
4. For Your Sexual Partner’s Health-
STD testing is necessary for practicing safe sex with your partner. It encourages honest communication between sexual partners, stopping further transmission, and early diagnosis. Additionally, it helps people make informed decisions about their sexual health, lifestyle, and hygiene.
Conclusion
Struggling with STDs can be physically and mentally taxing. With regular and rapid STD testing you can ensure timely diagnosis and treatment. UrgiClinic Urgent Care in Bridgeview specializes in treating a broad spectrum of sexually transmitted diseases. Their services include rapid testing, diagnosing, and providing treatment for STDs and other infections.
Race for health and education towards Smart Bangladesh
Social fintech network ‘Inspiring Bangladesh’ is organizing a running event with virtual mode to inspire youth in the call for health and education for all. The positive story of the people of Bangladesh has been discussed worldwide.
The ‘Higher Inspiring Bangladesh Independence Run-2024’ will start from Hatirjheel on 10th of May with the cooperation of Ministry of Youth and Sports. The announcement informed that two lifestyle brands namely Fitness and Running are associated with the event.
Fit Nation is a community based platform for promoting health and fitness campaigns, marathon runs, weekly exercise camps, and inspirational stories of Bangladeshis and their goals to stay fit.
Sahaj.com, Global Healthcare Centre, Recharge Electrolyte Beverages, Total Tools Bangladesh, Pakelo Lubricants, Me Noodles, Nutri Plus, Nestle Gold Cornflux, Shakti Plus, Revo, JCI Dhaka Signature, Asus, Sunquik Bangladesh and AASEPS North South University, South are participating in this event. Dhaka Cyclist is cooperating.
Imran Fahad, founder and CEO of Inspiring Bangladesh, said about the upcoming marathon, the social network is organizing physical activity and sports activities among the youth to build a strong nation.
In the upcoming marathon, we will call for increasing access to education and health services for all in line with the third and fourth goals of the Sustainable Development Goals, he said. We are inspiring youth in outings and sports by digitally connecting them through the fitness online community.
In the upcoming Bangladesh Independence Run, in addition to the seven-and-a-half-kilometer and one-kilometer live segments, virtual run options have been kept for remote participation in the marathon.
Anyone from anywhere can participate in the race from their respective places. Imran Fahad said that the participants will be able to participate with the platform by reporting from smart watch or mobile.
Feature image –Inspiring Bangladesh
I can’t be the only one who finds it really, really odd that men’s stores don’t have women tailors taking their measurements, but women’s stores have men taking women’s measurements. When women go to a store selling clothes that are not completely stitched (or are semi-stitched) and then wish to get the clothes stitched at the same place (because it’d be convenient or less of a hassle or for whatever reason) and then have to encounter a male tailor to take measurements, it’s certainly not desirable at all (if not a complete nightmare).
I do not think that the different labor force participation rates of men and women are entirely responsible for this phenomenon. I think that factors like an unwillingness to hire female tailors (who are fit for the job) and preference given to male tailors over female tailors have a big role to play in how things have turned out to be.
As customers, we can always add something like “I would have preferred if you had a female tailor taking my measurements.” or “I would have gotten this dress stitched from you, but since you don’t have a female to take measurements, I will have to look elsewhere.” Having myself asked for a female to take measurements when a store had a male tailor to take measurements, I understand that it can become uncomfortable to keep making such requests every time and that is why it is very important for stores to understand the importance of addressing this issue to improve customer experience.
Just like airports or movie theaters have women’s security-related checking done by women (often in closed compartments) and men’s security check done by men, why can’t clothing stores not have men touch women to take their body’s measurements? Is it too much to ask for? I am not saying that all stores have this issue. In fact, those with female tailors deserve appreciation for being on the right path in this respect.
Isn’t it possible to try to make things better by giving preference to female candidates applying for the post of tailor at a store selling women’s clothes? In this day and age, there shouldn’t be too much of a shortage when it comes to skilled workforce of women tailors and perhaps, one just needs to look at the right places to find and seek them. After all, why would you want to give your female customers an uncomfortable experience with male tailors which may cause them to prefer other stores with female tailors for their next purchase?
On the brighter side, for those women with tailoring skills looking for career opportunities, working at a women’s clothing store is an opportunity that can be explored or be recommended to someone to explore. One can highlight how being a woman tailor will help build a better rapport with customers and understand customer needs better, delivering better results and greater customer satisfaction. Lastly, the goal, here, is not to cause anyone to lose their jobs, but for everyone to find more relevant and suitable jobs and for women to have a comfortable shopping experience.
By and large Indian girls on the threshold of matrimony are advised : Honour obey and respect your life partner . Though the concepts of pati parameshwar, devta are passé’ and redundant now, yet the vital point i.e. obedience still holds sway over people’s minds. It is rather commonplace for brides-to-be to be told: The groom is older than you are, mature, knows the ways of the world, he will look after you, he has your welfare at heart. So listen to what he says, there will be peace and harmony at home. (By elderly aunts, neighbours, moms etal)
Logical .But a tiny question at this juncture: Isn’t it a uphill task for a newly-wed bride to become obedient to a stranger at the drop of a hat, someone who you know little or almost nothing about.
Let me tell you I underwent similar experiences right after our shaadi almost three decades ago. The first thing that the hubby told right after the first week was to clip my fingernails. He confessed he hated long nails. Luckily I didn’t sport long ones even during my bachelor days. So I had narrow escape. However since them I’ve never had long nails nor even those nails extensions and stuff.
The next embargo came a few years later. During that period (hugely) backless choli type blouses were in vogue. I was planning to get a couple tailor made. When I informed him (to keep him in the loop) he refused point “ That’s bad taste according to me,” he said adding further “ You are my wife now hence it is your duty to dress in a manner that I find tasteful.” All this when I was a working girl and never touched him for money! Can you believe till date I don’t possess such a blouse in my wardrobe. Though backless blouses aren’t hot anymore yet plenty of women still flaunt them. “They will go out of fashion and your money will be wasted,” he had cautioned. Observing that nothing of the sort happened, the partner has piped down.
Since long I wore my hair short in “steps” cut. Post marriage the womenfolk in the sasural began grumbling about my hair style complaining that it did not suit a newlywed bahu. According to the females of this particular species ought to have “fairly” long hair. Often I wanted to yell : Why didn’t you guys indulge in nitpicking before the negotiations were finalized. Did you turn blind then? In reality my partner bullied, threatened and blackmailed me (in low voice and polite lexicon. He is smart one!) constantly till I was disgusted and stopped visiting ladies’ salon ! For a few years at least.
All said and done though he has been overall good husband I shall never forgive him for being so imperious.
Geeta Singh, a resident of Faridabad, has triumphed over life’s trials and tribulations. From the loss of her father at the tender age of 16 to facing the hurdles of an incomplete education due to familial responsibilities, Geeta’s journey has been marked by resilience and determination.
A Journey of Self-Transformation
Despite the setbacks, Geeta refused to let her circumstances define her. Determined to complete her education, she embarked on a journey of self-transformation. With unwavering determination, she not only completed her studies but also pursued computer courses alongside.
Empowering Women Through Entrepreneurship
Geeta took her life experiences as fuel to empower other women in her community. She founded the Lakshya Gramin Vikas Sanstha, an organization aimed at providing training and opportunities for rural women. Through this initiative, she established sewing and computer training centers, as well as beauty parlors, to equip women with skills for self-employment. Geeta’s efforts have resulted in the empowerment of over 3,400 women through various self-help groups, revolutionizing the landscape of women’s entrepreneurship in rural areas.
Education and Awareness Initiatives
Geeta’s impact extends beyond vocational training. She tirelessly works to raise awareness among marginalized women, conducting educational programs in slums and villages in collaboration with the Central Board of Workers Education. To date, she has organized 105 awareness programs, shedding light on issues of women’s empowerment and education.
Education for All
Recognizing the importance of education, Geeta established computer centers for school dropout girls, providing them with basic computer education. Additionally, she advocates for the enrollment of underprivileged children in government schools, facilitating admissions for 200 children engaged in waste picking activities.
Financial Empowerment
Geeta’s journey to success was not without financial challenges. She took a loan from the National Agricultural Rural Development Bank to fund her initiatives, demonstrating her entrepreneurial spirit and commitment to her cause. Through prudent management and sheer determination, Geeta transformed her business into a thriving enterprise, proving that with skill, courage, and perseverance, anything is achievable.
Geeta Singh’s story serves as a beacon of hope and inspiration, illustrating how one individual’s determination can uplift entire communities. Her journey underscores the transformative power of education, entrepreneurship, and community empowerment.
Geeta’s unwavering commitment to her vision not only transformed her life but also ignited a spark of change that continues to illuminate the path to a brighter future for all.
Ravivar Vichar has made a commitment to bring forth the stories of every such woman and make us aware of their lives.In this WomensWebXMahilaMoney impact series, we bring you entrepreneurs like these women from Raisen, MP, who had not just the ambition to grow, but took the steps needed to bring their dreams to fruition. Apply for a loan of up to 25 lakhs to fuel your business growth by downloading the Mahila Money App on Google Playstore or visiting the website here.
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