Monthly Archives: November 2011

I wish

I wish I had the guts to just pack up my two suitcases and move to a different country…learn a new language…work in a new place…meet new people…make new friends…try out different foods. Of course, in my vision, I am in a sunny place looking amazing (since I would be 10 lbs lighter) wearing long flowy skirts walking along the beach. Dreams….is that what we live for? Is that so? I guess I like to dream because it doesn’t cost you any money…it’s free…and it has no boundaries…you can do or be whatever you want in your dreams.

But then, reality hits me.

Job: I have two MAs in seemingly useless subjects in a bad economy.  I am not getting any call backs for interviews for the jobs I want. The call backs I am getting are for commission-based sales positions (some companies blatantly lie in their advertisements: they say they are looking for customer service reps or customer relations rep. In reality, they want a sales person), and I am not interested in those. At this point, I am applying for volunteer and internship positions because I don’t want a gap in my resume and hopefully these experiences will help me network.

Living situation: I am living in Canada now. My family is in Bangladesh and hubby is in Africa. I live by myself in a university town. I detest living here and being in a long distance relationship. I simply hate it. I am trying for permanent residency in Canada, so I can’t even leave. I feel that jobs I am looking or the types of experiences I want isn’t that easy to come by in Canada. The types of job I want require PR status or citizenship which I do not have. I know I am sacrificing my time here so that two years down the road I will have access to many more opportunities. But today, right now, it seems really far away. To think about the upcoming opportunities while I waste my time and talent is really hard. I wish hubby was with me or I was with him. I wish I could be back home. I hate living by myself. I have a one bedroom apt, should I move in with a roommate? What happens if I find a job in a different city…I won’t be able to carry on two lease.

I have friends and acquaintances in this city, but at the end of the day I am alone. I am really hating living by myself. Hubby told me to do whatever I want, but he knows that I won’t leave now since we have already invested money for our PR. He is taking the easy way  out. He doesn’t like to hear my whining. He asked me to go get a temp job, but I don’t want to.  My parents are a bit more realistic and they are encouraging me to stay for the PR.  I really hate living here by myself. I have thought about moving to Toronto, but that would mean a new city where I technically don’t really know a lot of people. At least in my town I know some people and places….

I can feel myself getting unhappy…stuffing my face with food (I hate myself for it already)….life without a job and in a long distance without family support really sucks.

I wish I had the guts the f**** you to the stupid PR card and follow my bliss. I am so boxed in that I don’t even know what my bliss is.
Thanks for reading my rumblings and rants. I hope you enjoy this song now:

 

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On a serious note: Rape!

When I first started writing this blog, I thought I would only concentrate on my experiences as a bou. Soon it became apparent to me that if I were to only write from the perspective of a wife, I won’t be doing much growing and would probably be annoying and whiny. Inspired by this blog,  I have decided to post about some serious content as well: to bring my academic and social activist side to view. Since I am not doing a lot of active social activism now, this will be a good way to wedge my way back in.

Today I will write about if certain women deserve to get raped. Few days ago, in Bangladesh, a model was murdered. She was probably raped,and buried in haste without her family’s knowledge.  I was surprised to see the responses from a few of my Bangladeshi Facebook acquaintances. They talked about how indecently models dressed and that’s why they deserved to be raped. One of even commented that since models dressed in immodest clothes, it is not surprising that they would be raped. One would, of course ,be surprised if a hijabi women were raped!

Of course, comments like these angered me. I replied to a few of them explaining that rape is not about sex, sexuality, sexual desire or how one dresses. It is a way to enforce power and to keep women/and men suppressed in this patriarchal society. One can dress/act anyway one wants, but that does not mean that they became rape-able. In response to this, I got a reply that if you have nice things in your house, you lock the door because you do not want to get robbed. To that I say, just because I have nice things does not mean it is okay to rob me, right??

Rape is wrong! No reasons can justify it! Women get raped! Men get raped! Good girls get raped! Lesbians get raped! Gay men get raped! Prostitutes get raped! Wives get raped! Hijabi women get raped!

Today, if we justify that wearing certain clothes makes a woman more likely to be raped because she is arousing men, then who knows what we will say tomorrow? Tomorrow, we will say she spoke too loud, she spoke aggressively, she took a walk outside her home, she is too educated, she is not educated enough, she has a job, she doesn’t want to get married etc, so she should be raped. Rape has been used a weapon in war situations. In those situation, it did not matter how young, beautiful  those women were or how they dressed.In those situations, women’s bodies became a site of war, a site violence (I can’t remember the citation for this).

Rape is a tool for sexual assault! We can not blame the victim for being raped. The rapist makes a conscious choice to rape and should be held accountable for their actions.

~bou

11-11-11

Hubby is leaving tomorrow 😦

We spent most of today fighting…which has kinda become customary for us. Every time hubby goes away (which has happened twice before), we fight. We fight about stupid things. We fight about things that don’t really even care about. I think we fight just so that we won’t be sad about impending doom.  I am already struggling with that…becoming teary eyed at random intervals.

We are spending the day preparing to send off hubby away…doing laundry, updating hubby iphone ( he synchronizes his music library to my itunes, copying TV shows and movies from each other’s computers, sorting paper work etc. Being a good wife that I am, I have decided to make  him a beef curry to take with him.  I have to freeze it and then wrap it really well for him to take.

I don’t think I will see hubby in six months…though I am planning a secret mini surprise trip. Let’s see how that works out. I think I will probably miss hubby more this time around. We have never spent this much time together. Me being under-employed and he on vacation meant that we pretty much spent 24/7 together. We spent this much time together without any major issues. Phew! I can gladly say that we will be able to spend our time with relative easiness when we are all old and wrinkly.

~Bou

I am still alive

Sorry for being gone for a such a long time. Hubby is home (oh joy). We have been spending most of our time hanging out with each other. He leaves in about 10 days, so I will be back soon. Till then take care!

-Bou