“You’ve got to think about big things while you’re doing small things so that all the small things go in the right direction.” Alvin Toffler
A skinny little boy of twelfth standard was returning from school. He came back home and bawled his eyes out about not going back anymore. It was disheartening for his mother to have worked for 12 hours daily at the construction site only to support his education and returning home to this tantrum. She asked for the reason but did not get any valid answers other than frequent sobs. The ‘man of the house’ was long gone, to another person or destination, unknown to the souls left behind. However, moving forward from the oblivion, she tried to cook, wash and mop, all at the same time. The son still had not agreed on going back to school. A piece of cloth separating the kitchen from the sleeping area was filled with clamour as the argumentative mother and son continued their fight. It soon died off due to the pressing need for food. At night the mother found her son trying to read a book. The light from the torch had lit up their entire house. She found tears rolling down his cheeks, but it seemed different. The following morning, the boy did not go to school as promised but his mother nowhere to be seen. He woke up at his own good time. He freshened up walked around the house and stretching and in search of something to eat. The boy suddenly gave out a scream and it seemed like he had stepped on something. It was the broken pieces of the piggy bank in which his mother had been saving up. He ran back to his bed to find a box lying beside his pillow along with a scribbly note written on it, saying, “Toh kal se school?”
Can every story have more than one sides to it? We need to open our eyes, the inner eyes. The world shall not tell us what the truth is, we need to find it for ourselves. Should we tell our stories? Yes! The world needs to know the story and the reason as to why the story is being told and in turn should open up avenues for us to look deeper and closer and think brighter.
Women across the globe have their unique narratives to share. They have conquered their fears and come out as victors. The scars on their bodies spell out their cries. It has been written in words of hope and need. But is it that women are weak and in want of assistance? No! They are fighters. Be it in the household, be it in the workplace or in other walks of life.
Men can cry? Men can cry! We have shoved the pills of gender roles too deep down their throats. So much so that if they come up to share their stories, they are mistaken for asking for sympathy. Men are assumed to be strong, all the time, every time – mentally, physically and emotionally and not showing their vulnerable side at any cost!
People have forgotten to feel good about themselves and have lived under a constant societal pressure only to learn that its farcical and short-lived. They feel threatened of getting judged at every moment in life which pushes should push everyone more towards thorough observation. Observing oneself, their own flaws before pointing it out to others is crucial yet lacking.
Coming back to our story – the boy had broken his pair of glasses and was too intimidated by their financial condition to ask for a new pair. However, there is nothing that the mother does not know of the child. She spent the little money she had saved up buy her son a new pair of ‘Titan- Eye Plus’ glasses. It was affordable for her because Titan aims to support the ones who want to build themselves. They push away any hinderance in the path of their success.
Titan believes that everyone deserves the wind, the sun, the birds, to be free from prejudice, to be free to live and to want what they deserve.
“Titan Eye Plus – Realizing Vision”
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