Sunday, September 30, 2012

Blog to Facebook / Twitter Integration

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Today, I spent a few hours creating Facebook pages for my blogs and then integrating them with the blogs so that I don’t have to update each post separately on Twitter and Facebook.
It may sound simple but was quite a monumental task. But, thanks to NetworkedBlogs, the task was made relatively easy. If anyone wants to integrate their blogs with Facebook and Twitter, here is a rough idea on how to do it.


You would need:
  • A Facebook account – Create one here if you belong to the rare species without a FB account: www.facebook.com (eyes on you, Nawaab saheb!)
  • A Twitter account (optional) – You can create one at www.twitter.com and tweet away all you can in 140 character glory.
  • A NetworkedBlogs account – You can register at www.networkedblogs.com (you will need your FB account)
  • A blog, obviously!

Once you have all of the above, you would at first need to create a page on Facebook for your blog.

Create Page link at bottom of your FB page

On the Create Page section. Select the Brand or Product option and from the dropdown list select Website. You could enter what kind of blog or the name of your blog in the area provided below.  


Here is a link that explains it all with screenshots: How to create a Facebook Page? Well, Facebook considers your blog to be a business.


After this comes the part of linking this page to your blog so that every time you update your blog, this Facebook page automatically updates itself. And that is where we require the help of our NetworkedBlogs account. This might be possible in other ways. Before Facebook got meaner and leaner, there was a way you could import your blog activity to the Notes section. But that no longer works. Because Facebook loves you!


My first impressions of NetworkedBlogs:
  • Their posts on your FB timeline look pretty with a thumbnail preview of your blog or one of the pics in your post.
  • You can find blogs of your Facebook friends and connect to them and they can find you.
  • Their Directory has a good number of blogs which you can follow. These along with your registered blogs will appear in the Panorama section which is a neat feature that lets you view all the feeds at one place. You can even mark posts to be read later. Nifty!**
  • There is a Quick Publisher which helps you re-post any of your blog posts to Facebook or Twitter or whatever other social network you have linked to.
  • You can vote posts up to keep them in circulation. This works for your own posts as well as those of blogs you follow.

**If you are keen on increasing hits on your blog then it is better to middle-click or context-click / right-click and Open link in new tab on the post heading that shows up in the Panorama feed. This will open your post in the original blog. If you just left-click / normal-click on the post then it opens in an iFrame within NetworkedBlogs, which would mean no traffic gets generated in your blog.


One other con I have had to face is that for both my blogs it imported only the latest 25 posts. I do not know if it is a limitation set on a free account or you need to upgrade to premium to import all your posts dating back to when you started the blog. I am also not sure if it is a technical limitation. 


You can register any blog with them, even if it does not belong to you. Of course, every time you register a blog they will ask you if you are the author. There are two ways to verify if you are the blogs author… one involves adding their widget to your blog (which instantly verifies your blog) and the second method is getting five of your friends to verify you (this a bit tricky as they have to have Facebook accounts; also, this method obviously delays the registration unless you call up your friends and ask them to verify pronto!)


At NetworkedBlogs (click on the pics for a larger view):

Register Blog at Networked Blogs

After you register the blog it asks to verify if you are the blog author as I mentioned earlier.
Then it is time for syndication... this is how you link Facebook and/or Twitter with your blog.

Syndicating your blog on Facebook and Twitter

As I have already registered and syndicated both my blogs, I could not generate screenshots for later posts. But it is intuitive and you shouldn't have any issues.
When you add Facebook and Twitter for syndication, you will be asked to make a test post (by clicking a link). This test post is published temporarily on your blog and if the syndication has been successful it would result in the post showing up in your Facebook & Twitter timelines / feeds. So, you might want to delete the post from your FB and Twitter feeds manually... they are automatically deleted from your blog.


That is all there is to it.


You would find some videos around for the same, but I found most of them, if not all, use the old Facebook and NetworkedBlogs layout. Also, it seems older women are experts in the blogging business... most of the videos are by them.


On a different note, I downloaded Windows Live Writer for my PC. It is part of Windows Live Essentials. This program is a heaven-sent for bloggers. You have to try it out to know how wonderful it is. It is way better than posting directly from Blogger or Wordpress. It is a WYSIWYG platform with the intuitiveness of MS Office.  
Again, I am enjoying my first impressions... this is my first post with the program, totally written off the browser. 
Thanks, Nawaab saheb for letting me know about it. And I understand why you have installed Windows on a virtual machine on your Mac just for this program. It IS that good.


Happy blogging, everyone! :)







Friday, September 28, 2012

My Dreamphone!

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I wish I had a phone…

With Nokia’s Lumia inspired design, Samsung Galaxy Note 2's mind-blowing SuperAMOLED HD+ screen backed with Nokia’s PureMotion HD+ technology. 
An OS with the iOS’s simplicity and Android’s customization abilities, fortified by Google power and the smartness of WP7/8… with the Blackberry’s security and much loved BIS/BES features. 
It should have the sound quality of old Nokia N-series phones and the camera abilities of PureView (8-12MP is enough). 
The internal hardware should be beastly as Samsung’s flagships with the hefty battery-life of Motorola’s Droid RazrMaxx
It should definitely have the brilliant Blackberry Qwerty keyboard of the either the BB Bold9900 or BB Curve9360 (make it a sexy slide-out... but matching Lumia's gorgeousness) And of course, access to the quality of the Apple Appstore apps (not the quantity)… and the lovely collection of cool Lumia accessories. 
Oh... and the nifty S-pen.

Is that too much to ask?


Love it!

Sporty and cool




Wednesday, September 26, 2012

A Trip to Ooty - Part 2

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Evidently, there are quite a few people around who don’t seem to get anything to read… why else would they ask me to finish my Ooty trip series. Here’s another instalment about the trip for all those people out there who have the patience to sit through my posts.
And patience is a virtue I value… like a fish out of water values oxygen.

So, where was I? Ah… in the toy-train! The journey so far.

The train journey made up for the discomfort with the nice views around. Also, we were hanging our heads out of the windows to click pics (kids, please don’t do this… we are adults… adults are crazy and should not be let out of their asylums.) We were counting tunnels (they were numbered anyway! 16 of them) and oohing and aahing over every clump of trees and every trickle of water over the hillside. It wasn’t spectacularly beautiful, but for a desert-dweller like me whenever greens and blues dominate the landscape it is always a wonderful feeling. I spotted a few peacocks…some of which were sitting atop houses along the tracks. But, unfortunately I couldn’t click a snap of a single one… mainly because I was sitting in a seat that faced in the direction opposite to which the train travelled. By the time I saw a scene I wanted to click it would cross my field of clear view… and get obstructed by some tree/rock/bush.

At one point I heard my jiju shout and point excitedly at something… and when I looked it was our beloved bus racing ahead on a road that travelled parallel to the track at a distance. We knew it was our bus because it had ‘CeeCee’ written in huge letters on its flank. Aah… so our bus wasn’t abandoning us (or running away with our luggage!)

The first halt was at Kallar

Halt One

Here I made a temporary friend… a stray dog who sat on the platform, facing my window, for as long as the train waited at the station. It looked at me as if I were some long lost friend… and I tried hard to remember if I had accidentally caused a canine transformation in any of my close friends. Not that I was aware of, but if I have… I am sorry and I still love you.

Someone I know?


After Kallar, the high-range rack-rail begins… which was indicated by a welcome board by the Nilgiri Mountain Railway.

And the adventure begins...

Rack and pinion arrangement of the rack-rail

The train being so tiny felt more like a private mode of transport than a public one. Also it made frequent stops other than at stations, especially if it was some picturesque view-point. We got off the train to click pics every time the train stopped to fill up its water-tanks. And the train’s driver had to hoot us back in when it had to leave. Wherever the train stopped there were monkeys… and not just the ones inside the train. They were quite bold from the constant exposure to us tourists. I had bought myself a cup of coffee at one of the stations and had drunk half of it and the rest had grown cold. I offered it to one little fella and he deftly accepted it with both hands and drank it all… bottoms up. And then he wanted more. Thankfully, some other passenger distracted him with a roti and he forgot about me and the coffee. Men, I tell you, doesn't matter which species… they are all just the same!  

Monkey Business

After more greenery, semi-dried streams, rock-cut tunnels and viaducts, we pulled out of the wild and in to a more inhabited area as we neared Coonoor. The views changed from woodlands and rocky terrain to tea-estates and clusters of houses.

A tunnel approacheth

Ghana jungle (as in thick forest... not a jungle in Ghana)

paani paani re... with kachra floating in it re

From Mettupalayam to Coonoor, we had passed 5 other stations… Kallar, Adderly, Hillgrove, Runneymede and Kateri, of which we had stopped at the first four. Adderly and Runnymede provided refreshments for the train and Hillgrove for the passengers. There is no stop at Kateri. 

The famous Coonoor tea
Finally, we reached Coonoor. The halt at Coonoor was longer. Here the steam engine that had pushed us until now was replaced by a diesel locomotive for better traction on the steeper climb from Coonoor to Udagamandalam (Ooty in short). It was fun to see the diesel engine travel on the same track as our compartments and then join us with a jolt. I even have a video. Er… I can’t upload it… it has me talking funny! And I don’t have a movie editor to replace my cackle with soothing music.

Once the diesel engine was ‘fitted’ we changed direction for a small distance to change tracks. Here the tracks again change to normal rail adhesion. The views from Coonoor to Ooty were mostly tea-estates, some pine groves, farms and orchards and clusters of multi-colored homes.

Rainbow Homes

Through a pine grove

Tea estates and farms closer to Ooty

After Coonoor, there are four more stations before we reach our destination… Wellington (not the island, but the cantonment town), Aruvankadu (famous for the Cordite factory), Ketti (famous for Needle Industries Pvt. India Ltd. of Pony Needles fame) and Lovedale (of the famous residential institution – The Lawrence School.)

Finally, at about 12:30 PM we reached Udagamandalam (official name). Quite a tongue twister… ain’t it? Ooty is also known as Ootacamund (who ever thought that was easier to say!) 

The lead compartment

Does look like a toy!

And... we are finally here!

We poured out of the train… all stiff-limbed, backs aching and bums numb.
After a few quick snaps of the train and the station’s name board we got out of the station and dialled our bus driver… before he could answer we spotted our bus parked in the first slot in the station’s parking lot. Still, we called the driver as the bus was locked. As we were about to get in to the bus… I spotted our guest house (Papa being a central govt. official, we had booked the government holiday home). The holiday home was across the road from the station… some 200 meters away. And I had already scanned the web and downloaded the pics and also tried to locate it on Google Maps… so I was pretty sure the blue and light-grey building across the street was indeed our Government Holiday Home.  There was no point taking the bus over so we first decided to walk over and check if there was parking at the guesthouse for a bus the size of ours.

The holiday home was no Taj, but it was neat and clean, airy, with large rooms and the best part was that it was peaceful, in spite of its proximity to the station.

We had booked two dormitories and two double-rooms. One of the dormitories was occupied and would be vacated only the next day at noon. We were a little worried as we were 18 in number, until we saw the dorm. The dorm was large with 8 beds arranged in twos in the four quadrants of the room. It had 2 balconies and 8 plug-points (this was very important to us… what with phones, laptops, cameras to charge and the kettle). Since the beds were paired they could easily sleep 3. The dorm had common bathrooms (separate ones for ladies and gents) but across the corridor, not attached to the dorm. The double-rooms (2 beds each) on the other hand, had attached bathrooms and a balcony each. All rooms were equipped with wardrobes / cloth racks, sofas and armchairs and dressers with mirrors. Since we were hardly planning to spend time in the rooms it was fine. We only needed the rooms to sleep in when we came back exhausted and to dress up in. And for us cousins, a place to play Uno, Monopoly and card games while the elders and the kids slept.

View of the station from the  dorm's balcony

Did I mention… the temperature (according to WeatherBug, Google Weather and AccuWeather) read 23°C and yet it was damn chilly even with the sun shining bright. I was of course, delighted. We got to our rooms and unpacked and decided to go out and have lunch. The plan for the first day or what was left of it was to visit the Rose Garden and Botanical Garden within Ooty town area. We had decided to skip the Ooty lake as it was done to death in all the movies and a by glimpse from the train, it appeared to be a green cesspool. Sis and I had planned two different routes for the next two days… one to Mudumalai sanctuary covering the touristy spots to that side and the other towards Kotagiri covering the major spots en-route.

How the rest of the trip unfolded is a post for another day… 



Tuesday, September 25, 2012

A Trip to Ooty - Part 1

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Have I waited too long for a blog post? Blame it on my being so utterly lazy. And this lethargy does things to your brain… like it throws in spanners amidst the cogs or cuts off the power supply to the thinking machinery.  Even now the bed seems to beckon ever so lovingly…

Arrrgh… ok… lemme kick-start the machinery again. And what better way than to try and remember a recent trip I had to Ooty. Yeah, it wasn’t that great and I don’t recall much.
Either all the movies are shot in an Ooty that’s totally different from the one I saw or something is wrong with my onscreen and off-screen perception of places.

Yes, it was green and misty and foggy and whatnot… but it was also too wet and too crowded for me to like the place. And mind you… we had gone when it was supposed to be off-season. I shudder to think of how the place would be during peak season when everyone would be Ootying.

To that existing crowd we added a good 18 more people. Oh yeah! When we travel, we travel khandaan in tow! In a Sutlej 30-seater coach. With luggage that most families pack for a month. For 3 days. 

Oh… did I mention, I had flown down to Kerala in June for a week… but thanks to this Ooty trip, I had to stay back there till August to avoid an extra to & fro trip from Bombay, without clothes… AND it made me MISS a trip to Bangkok! Mom & papa had a great Bangkok trip! *me sulking* *me mad*

Oh… by the way, when I said ‘without clothes’… I didn’t mean nekkid… I meant I had clothes only for a week and they were all “Dry Clean Only” which meant that I had to buy more stuff!^^ So, I was clothed… just not happy wearing clothes bought with money meant for books.  ^^Dry cleaning in Kerala takes donkey years!

Around two weeks prior to the trip my cousin sis and I were trying to work out an itinerary to fit in all possible touristy spots into a period of 3 days.  This resulted in the two of us doing a virtual tour of Ooty and its surroundings all the way to Mudumalai sanctuary to one side and Kotagiri to the other. Google Earth and Google Maps helped us a lot… but the weathermen did not.  To decide whether we needed to pack our winter-wear and how many warm clothes to pack, we tried to find a reliable weather forecast for Ooty. When the packing started, the weather was forecasted to be a sultry, humid average of 25°C with thunderstorms… which made us (sorry, Just me) wonder if I weren’t better off huddling under the blanket in the house in Kochi which was a cool 22-23°C. A week later the weather was forecasted to be a chilling 10°C – 14°C, so I panicked and rang up mom to ask her to get me my coat, but she was travelling to Bangkok before flying down to Kochi and so no coat for me. With 4 days to the trip, the weather was supposed to be a tolerable average of 23°C and I was glad I wouldn’t need to carry my coat.

We set out late one night in the last week of August, with the neighbors believing we were shifting for good, to Mettupalayam in the Sutlej.  The Bangkok trippers (my uncle & aunt from Kuwait and mom & papa) had all reached Kochi on the day of the Ooty trip with just 5 hours to repack. Bade-papa’s place was turned upside down with all of us packing and re-packing, and with badi-maa in the kitchen preparing food for all of us and to be carried to Ooty (Apparently, people in Ooty survive on pure, cool and clean air and nothing else) the house was quite a mess. The smallest bag I could find was my cabin suitcase and I threw in a pair of jeans and 3 tops for the three days we would be in Ooty, along with my bare essentials, a Gatsby cap and a woollen scarf (my only protection from the anticipated chill)… oh and a pair of sneakers which I had bought for the trip because the only other footwear I had was a pair of 4 inch wedges. I had hunted low and wide for a decent camera to take along but in the end settled for my trusty Galaxy S2… also, uncle was going to get his Canon Rebel T2i.

We were all packed and ready by half past ten in the night… even the two little ones. The living room was a sea of baggage, some of which included pillows and blankets. Don’t even think of asking me why! One corner was cordoned off for food items… snacks for the bus, idli and dry-chutney and bread-jam for breakfast, an electric kettle along with sugar, coffee and tea sachets… for all the people in the group who cannot start their day without a cup of tea / coffee and a few morsels in their tummy. And a newspaper… to aid a certain someone in certain early morning necessary deeds. A man has got to stimulate his brain for perfect motions!!

The Sutlej mini-coach with its awkward size (nothing mini about a 30 seater) could not manoeuvre itself through the steep and narrow lane to our house to pick us all up. It was expecting too much of us to think we’d have carried the luggage to the bus. So, jiju did a few shuttle-trips with his Swift to the bus and back for the luggage and the lazy ones among us. The rest of us walked to the bus which contrary to what you might have thought was parked a mere 200 meters away.

As expected from a luxury bus of its kind, the Sutlej was roomy and nice… and sparkling clean, smelled fresh and had all the usual stuff expected from these buses – fully reclinable seats, bone chilling AC, loud speaker system and the video-screen.  The bus has a 2 + 1 arrangement of seats... and I chose one of the single seats at the back which had the largest window uninterrupted by the window-partitions. The seats had this slight forward tilt and it resulted in me sliding off to the seat edge many a time… I was saved from falling off because I have relatively long legs (I’d like to think so). The shorter ones on other seats had their bums sliding completely off the seat… so much for extra legroom!

I was hoping to go to sleep as soon as I got in to the bus… evidently, that did not happen… I was wide awake the whole time. We had to make two en-route stops to pick up two (more) families of our relatives… in all we were 6 families plus or minus a few ‘kids’ being away on the account of not being in the country / no leave.  I started getting a bit drowsy after crossing the Kerala border in to Tamil Nadu.  By then it was early morning, and we had been in the bus for over 6 hours… we had to reach Mettupalayam station before 7:00 AM.

The meter-gauge, steam powered train (which I like to call the ‘Toy Train’) would take us to Ooty from Mettupalayam and it was scheduled to leave at 7:00 AM for a 5 hour journey to Ooty Station. We reached Mettupalayam at around 5:30 AM and then freshened up at the station, had nice filter-kaapi and breakfast at the railway canteen. Maybe because I was hungry… the wada-sambhar I had was yummy. I even got papa to buy me a pack of some fried savoury snack – fried corn tubes which could be worn on the fingers and also a few lollipops.

The train sans its engine was already waiting for us. We found our non-first-class seats in the middle compartment. The first one was the first class compartment which should have been booked as early as 6 months prior unlike us who booked it 3 weeks prior. Our tickets cost a mere 23 bucks per seat… I almost fell off laughing when I saw the ticket prices. BEST charges me more for a trip from Vashi to Chembur!! Someone told me that the first class tickets were 230 bucks per head… that too is quite measly. But then, the train was hardly what I had expected. It was worse than a state transport run ordinary bus… and the first class was a notch above, perhaps comparable to a BEST ordinary bus. The train's exterior was blue and yellow... bright and sunny! Here I was expecting polished wood interiors and the lingering memories of a vintage era… and what I got was the dirty sky-blue painted box of tin with grey Rexine seats. I am sure there were lingering memories of the earlier passengers but I did not check. I was glad we did not have to carry the mountain of luggage that we had brought from home in the train. Our nice and comfy bus was supposed to meet us at Ooty with our luggage.

For a moment I did think I would have been better off getting to Ooty in that bus… not to mention I would surely beat the train in speed. Of course, experiencing the toy-train was part of the Ooty deal and I wasn’t really gonna let go of that ‘opportunity’. 

Our compartment felt like it had sold of a few tickets more than it had seats and except for the seats which our group had booked, the others were quite crammed. We had the advantage of 4 kids (if that can be called an advantage) and then we also had two extra tickets because my brother and one of my cousins could not get leave for the trip. For all the leg room the bus provided, the train seats were stacked almost on top of each other. The seat in front of mine cut in to my knees. I silently thanked my stars for not making them seats reclinable.

The steam engine chugged along and joined the three compartments and finally it was time for us to leave the station… and unlike Bombay’s local trains, if you were to adjust your clock according to this train’s timing then you’d be eating only dessert at most of your dinner appointments.  

The skies were all clear and it was warm but not scorching hot and I still held out hope for fine weather at our destination. The journey was picturesque even if it was not comfortable. This post is getting to be longer than the train was! I will post about the train journey and the rest of the trip later…

Here are a few pics until then… 



At Mettupalayam Station... waiting for the engine


Excited passengers :)


The Engine - Swiss made

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Should Husbands Pay Their Wives?

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Here’s the thing… this news has been mightily discussed and hauled around in forums and blogs.

The gist of the proposal by Ms Krishna Tirath is this…

Housewives may soon start getting monthly salaries from their husbands with the government mulling a proposal which would make it mandatory for men to share a certain percentage of their income with their wives who stay back and do household chores.

The proposal is being considered by Women and Child Development (WCD) ministry for socio-economic empowerment of homemakers.

Now, let me tell you straight away what I think of it… as a woman. I think it is absolute bull-crap. It is a proposal which seems to have not gone through the basic stages of discussion or a consideration of the consequences.


I am all for the empowerment of women, and also their financial independence.  But, in my opinion what Ms Tirath suggests is just not the way to go about it.

Now, I am not of the opinion that paying a house-wife / homemaker for the work she does is degrading in any way. Household chores, like everything else, are jobs to do and quite hard work too. Managing a household may not require one to be a MBA graduate but it takes a high level of skills both managerial and technical, not to mention the amount of planning and foresight that goes in to it. It IS a tough job.

But before I go further and blab my views on the matter, let me clarify the housewife vs. homemaker terminology debate.

I know a lot of you think homemaker is a stupid term.
But, the point here is all sorts of job oriented nouns, doers, are generally non gender-specific. Now, wives staying at home and doing the household chores were termed housewives at a time when the women of the world were largely confined to doing that. There were rarely any men doing that job. But, in today's age there are both men and women who do take up the job of household chores and responsibilities... so like every other profession which is not dominated by a single gender, the naming convention change to 'homemaker' makes sense.
Like there are no doctresses, teacheresses, officeresses, engineresses... and like how actress is actually an abomination of the word actor.... there really is no need for the term housewife.

Now that it’s cleared… coming back to the original proposal, my biggest questions to these lawmakers is that how are they planning to implement the proposal?

If they go about doing it the way such that a husband shares a percentage of his income with his wife for her work, I don’t see how it makes the economic situation of the house any better or how it makes the woman independent and empowered.  The gross income remaining the same, the household economy is not changed.  Most responsible husbands, in my belief, would share the running costs of the household with their wives anyway… if that isn’t the case, then this sort of a scheme is not going to improve the husband-wife equation of those households. The law will only become a pain for those unfortunate women who haven’t had the fortune of a good education and therefore aren’t able to work in the professional world. This would only reflect badly on the already murky marriage market.

Some of the other questions which arise of this rather unfortunate proposal, the ones which are listed here are from The Nawaab's blog (I have marked in parentheses, points I disagree with or only partially agree with)…

  • Are you suggesting an Employee / Employer relationship for the married couple?
  • Who is going to decide on the working hours and job description?
  • Will the ministry approve of an employer's demand for a probation period for fresh recruits?
  • Does the remuneration include sexual services or is that to be treated independent from the 'scope of work'?
  • If the above is included in the 'scope of work' then who will determine if the husband should pay the wife or the wife should pay the husband?
  • If a husband takes his wife out for shopping or a movie, would the ministry endorse the husband's right to demand a taxi fare from the wife?
  • Would Krishna also include in the proposal that the wife and children pay for boarding / lodging?
  • In case the employer is not satisfied with the services, is he entitled to terminate his wife's employment and seek suitable replacement i.e. without going through the divorce proceedings and just 'hiring' a more competent wife under a new employment contract to replace his earlier employee?
  • What is the ministry's position on employing 'another wife' on a temporary basis to cope with the increased work load during holidays or festivals?
  • By equating the housewife's status to that of a housekeeper/maid/nanny/prostitute, does Krishna really believe she is working for 'development and welfare'???
  • Paying a woman to take care of her children and her house?! Is that REALLY something the ministry wishes to promote? (as you see from my previous comments I am not against women being paid for this, as I mentioned, IT is a difficult job - Surya)
  • IS THIS YOUR IDEA OF A BETTER QUALITY OF STANDARD OF LIVING FOR THE HOUSEHOLD?


Link to the whole article here.


I have some questions too…
  • How the salary will be fixed?
  • Will there be performance evaluations?
  • Is a job-profile going to be chalked out?
  • Would extra services be charged extra?
  • And would the wife's salary by subject to TDS?


I have a slightly different version of the proposal, which I feel would benefit the women more than this husband – wife employment scheme. Let the government work out a method in which they evaluate the households economically and they give the housewives / homemakers an allowance.  This totally skips the husband as a middleman and is a direct deal between the people who want the housewives to be empowered and the housewives. In my opinion, this would not only help the women be independent, it will also improve the general quality of life in households which otherwise manage with meager means. Thus, both targets of economic upliftment and female empowerment would be achieved. Of course, checks and balances are required to see that the allowance is used for the intended purposes and does not end up in the tummy of some alcoholic husband.

Would love to know your comments and opinions.








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