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Salute to Woman Power

This Women’s Day, let’s celebrate the lives of some of our exceptional members, who have dared to break the shackles of convention and managed to create a niche of their own.
Freedom struggle, academics, human rights
Mrs Uma Ahmad embodies all the elements which probably one needs to be a true woman of substance. With the freedom struggle and a chance encounter with the Mahatma sowing the seeds of fighting for human rights in the young Uma, no wonder she emerged as one of its staunchest champions.
This Women’s Day, we celebrate our member Mrs Ahmad’s life, which she tries to encapsulate in a tête-à-tête with Mousumi Gupta.
Tracing her roots, Mrs Ahmad said: “My father was the head of the Geological Survey of undivided India, which was then under colonial rule. We first settled in Calcutta and then in Lahore. But we were forced to rush back to Calcutta in 1947 at the time of Partition. I secured admission in Loreto House, where I used to study before leaving for Lahore.”
Detailing her role in the freedom struggle, she said: “I must have been around 13 or 14 years old, when I joined a few others in publicly burning silk garments as a mark of protest against the British rule. In our school years, we even mustered the courage to cut our fingers with the divider in the geometry box and apply tilak in blood on our foreheads. We used to raise anti-British slogans too.”
“Though my father used to work with the British, we never feared to protest against the colonial rule. Nor did he forbid us from doing so.” “The khadi we used to wear those days was much coarse than what we get now. Though it was a bit uncomfortable on the skin, it didn’t bother us.”
But the one fact which makes Mrs Ahmad feel most proud about school life was that theirs was the first Loreto batch to hoist the Tricolour at their school right after Independence.
She has fond recollections of her chance encounter with Mahatma Gandhi at her uncle’s (who was a freedom fighter) residence in Lahore. “There was a regular radio programme in the 4pm slot, which used to broadcast some of Gandhiji’s awe-inspiring speeches. All of us used to stay glued to the radio then.”
Mrs Ahmad completed her studies from Loreto College and served there as a teacher for several years. She went on to become the first woman member of the West Bengal Human Rights Commission (WBHRC) when it was formed in 1995 under the chairmanship of then Chief Justice Chittatosh Mookerjee of the Calcutta High Court.
Several important decisions were taken during her five-year tenure at the WBHRC. “There were allegations of prisoners being treated badly. I summoned a woman prison-in-charge and asked her to submit complaints from the jail inmates,” said Mrs Ahmad grimly.
“I could effectively manage to limit the tenure of jail guards to 3 years from almost a permanent one. It was a means to prevent them from exploiting the prison inmates.”
On another occasion, Mrs Ahmad helped rescue a few children from the clutches of people involved in human trafficking.
Mrs Ahmad was associated with different schools in Kolkata as their board member. Till a few years back, she remained active through her association with running the trained teacher’s certificate course (TTC) at a prominent college in Kolkata. Other than providing training programmes, Mrs Ahmad would tell the teachers there about the importance of women’s role in shaping the society.
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The Horrifying Ride By Anujit Mitter

Chickens cackling in a barn, Just like this one! Remember this one line sang by phonetics professor Henry Higgins (Rex Harrison) in the 1964 Hollywood musical comedy My Fair Lady? Or recall the exchange between Kashibai (enacted by Lalita Pawar) and bus conductor Khanna (Mehmood), when she boards the long-distance bus with a hidden chicken in the Bollywood classic comedy Bombay to Goa (1972)?
For our member Mrs Roshan Ara Gani, a graceful pearls-and-chiffon lady with a distinct coiffure, a nightmarish bus ride a few years ago was a cruel reminder of both the movie situations.
To start with, Mrs Gani’s acquaintance, somehow, convinced her to hitch a ‘joyride’ on a public bus with him from Baruipur on Kolkata’s southern fringes to the innards of New Town on the eastern fringes. They somehow managed to board an overcrowded bus bound for their destination on the fateful day.
Somehow pushing their way inside, Mrs Gani and her male acquaintance, to their horror, found that the bus was teeming with rustic co-passengers carrying big cane baskets cackling with country chickens. Worse, bleating goats were tied around the seats and the support iron rods, giving the resemblance of an actual barn! To compound things, all the birds and animals gave off a nauseating stench.
Before Mrs Gani could recover from the shock, her relative had quietly slipped away and taken refuge in a faraway corner of the bus, afraid to face the wrath of Mrs Gani.
The best that Mrs Gani could do for the rest of the journey was to cast angry glances at him from a distance and pray to the Almighty for the ‘torture’ to end fast.
Years later, Mrs Gani laughs at the mirth of the situation but the bitter taste lingers in her memories.