Challenges Faced By Women Entrepreneurs

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The word “Entrepreneur ” translates into “Adventurer” in French. When a woman sets out for a “business adventure” the word entrepreneur is preceeded by “woman”. This changes the complete connotation.
Although “Women Entrepreneurs” have hit the business sector with a storm ,yet the challenges they face in comparison to their male counterparts are immense.

Here are few challenges faced by women entrepreneurs

1) A Man’s world
Most of the developed countries and India in particular is a male dominant entrepreneurship country. Gender biasness has always been a big obstacle in path of female entrepreneurship.
Although the scenario is rapidly changing but there is still long way to go.

2) Raising Funds
Women face lot of difficulty and discrimination in obtaining a venture capital. A large number of Indian women do not have property or assets to their names. Hence they encounter problems while applying for loans.
Also the family members do not encourage and hesitate to invest money in the business venture initiated by a women entrepreneur.

3) Socio Cultural Challenge
Men generally play a secondary role when it comes of household responsibilities. Most of the burden is shared by the woman of the house. So achieving the work life balance becomes a far fetched dream and an exhausting one as well.

4) Building a support network
With the present age of social media, networking is the thumb rule. The success of any business depends on the access to connections and equity with people who can help.
Women entrepreneurs need to shift from “what you should know” to ” who you should know”.

5) Mobility
Women face a stiff competition from men due to their limited mobility.
Traveling around is still a tough job for lower middle class women entrepreneurs of India due to their primary responsibility towards family.

6)Low Risk bearing Ability
In India women lead a protected life and most of them are not economically self dependent . These factors reduce the ability to bear risk.
Risk bearing is a requisite of a successful business.

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It is the power to talk that puts us way ahead of all other species. So instead of communication I termed it Talk. If you have one thing to say wait for few minutes, we don’t even need anybody else to speak with. We are well equipped with making mountain out of a mole hill.
Causal satires or jokes or even general conversations are scrutinized, peeled and hammered to death. By the time it reaches back to the origin I am amazed at our vivid imagination and interpretations.
We don’t miss a chance to read …be it between the lines ….the eyes …the actions…everthing…whether it is legible or not we still read.
We are brilliant observers. We should be paid for it. We already know what’s coming next. …..who is saying what and why….
Although we believe we are from Venus and that we are gifted.
And somehow even the men from the Mars seem to have fought for this gift.
But they can never compete with us.
Like always… Gifts need to be unwrapped and reveal itself….
This is when the big bang happens…
Tear the ribbon and get set go on the voyage of using our grey matter.

Have it use it …all the time. That’s the mantra we follow.
Hey …..my kind …please don’t read between the lines while reading this.
Dont get me wrong. I am a proud overthinking woman.

It’s good to be busy mentally as well but please don’t overload yourself. Don’t think too much. Let the incidents or the situations unfold. That’s how the universe is supposed to be.
Our grey matter is too worked up to even enjoy a conversation. All along we have become interpreters.

Please don’t teach me similies and metaphors so that I try not to find the hidden meanings.
Teach me being simply direct and let everyone be at peace including me.
Read me simple stories and I am happier than when you finish Macbeth.
Teach me to say “hello, how are you doing?”
Teach me to respond positively and without the speck of doubt that the word “why” creates.
Teach me to be me and view other as they are …Not as I perceive…
May God be with us….and hope to get a manual on “How and why not to overuse His Gift”..

Think Less Think Big…

I am The COW, and I refuse to do these 5 things ….For only specific audience

IMG_03631. It just moves an inch and the tremors are felt all around. Bingo……that’s a Godzilla. You heard me right, Godzilla. Well size does matter and I do not appreciate throwing weight on other. Let me carry it on my strong shoulders and move gracefully. Ya word of caution to myself……..Need to keep in check the actual weight. 🏃‍♀️
2. I refuse to wait for a salutations. I prefer it like a scene from Wild Wild West movies. We simply shoot….not bullets of course. I may not have the gift of gab but I know how to say Hello or Namaskar.🙏
3. I refuse to have “that look.” It’s nice to have “dimpled chin” but I don’t agree with “teeth within”. One life, live it or leave it. I might be thin lipped but I love to laugh and show off my perfectly placed dentures.💃🤡
4. I refuse to do it all by myself. I am not perfect and I don’t know many things. And yes I do know a few quite well. But I can not accomplish anything alone. I need the support. Wondering why Atlas never asked for help and preferred to shrug than stand upright. IMG_0364
5. I refuse to fulfill anybody’s expectations. I will be me and I promise to do my best.🐵🙊🙈

Happy Mooing ……🐄

BOlt…..Exactly typed as narrated by Abeer

On my birthday I got puppy 🐶. One of my uncle got it for me. He had a red ribbon 🎀 on his neck and was sitting in a basket. Everybody was playing with him. Then I decided his name. I decided it would be …………..Bolt ⚡️ !!!!!! And my mum used to call him BOLTU 😱.
His favorite food was curd. When mum used to bang his spoon on his bowl he would come running. And he used to lick the bowl till it was shining clean. I used to carry him in my lap. And once he even peed on my lap 🤣🤣. One day I went with him to the park and he was following me all along until he was too tired, he just barked to stop me. I stoped and carried him and put him in his box 📦. He used to sleep 😴 on my fathers shoulder and then I used to sleep on the other shoulder. My mum has the picture of it.
One day Bolt ⚡️ was sick. we went to the Vet. The vet gave him some injections. But still he was not well. And one day he died. 😵😭.
When he died we dug in some plain ground and put him in with all his belongings.
When I see any dog now I miss my pet Bolt ⚡️.
One day I hope I get another pet dog.

Just like that

It is always a typical smell that reminds you a place or a person. And iodine is capable of leaving deep impressions and every brush with it deepens the fear.
I have survived heart breaks but the prick to find out my blood type is cruelty. It hurts. You think you are prepared but usually you are caught off guard. That’s the simplest, easiest and harmless introduction to Abode of Gods on earth…..it is the Hospital that’s where it starts.
You enter the abode wishing for all miracles. The only place you try not to question the existence of God. The faith suddenly swells up. Probably the only place where we learn to trust. First the Doctors and then the God.
Despite all of this nobody wants to go there ever.
We want to save ourselves from all life threatening diseases without going through the prick of immunization.
Every thing evolves and so have the hospitals.
The smell of iodine no more welcomes you. The trap door  flungs and it is more of Hotel California than a hospital. That’s how these new modern Mediclinics ….hospitals …….have transformed.
Make up is just for a coverup it will never heal. The eyes are still hoping in despair, patients are still suffering, doctors are still wondering, the room is filled with warm breaths and prayer are yet to be answered.

If you have been through these glasses doors you shall agree to this.

Lehakoe…..sweat makes you shine

Running… ….. well it’s something not very common thing for Indians. We simply run. And we run late most of the times. I am an accidental and seasonal fitness freak, which means physical activity is not even last on my list of priorities. I have just two states, I am fit or I just don’t fit in anything.
Being on the treadmill feels like Everest summit. First two minutes the flag is fluttering high and suddenly there is an urge to just run, of course it’s not on it but away from it.
I have tried every trick of the trade. Right from buying MP4 to matching time with the hunks, alas nothing pushes me to move on.
While I was whiling away my time on the sweat machine, one cannot help but notice these perfect ladies. All fit and happy.
It took me no time to join the band wagon of these chirrupy females. The gym is a place to explore. But one has to muster all the courage to be shameless and ask for help.
These butterflies were not new to the system. They seemed to have what it takes to be in that dreaded room. Well I am a woman and felt the women power. So I just took the leap of faith and let myself be drenched in this new sweat room.
So the beats go 123 up 123 change 123 left 123 right and repeat and change. Suddenly I looked down and two left feet were staring back at me . I still tried. My brain was following the instructions and my eyes were chasing the instructor. She was very fast and another lady in front of me was wee bit slow. So I loved her. I followed the fellow lady. I did well. Suddenly there was a short circuit. My gaze was fixed and my brain, definitely it was not working. I went 123 left 123 right and then a small pause lead to a temporary halt. I was a tree now. My feet were glued. I was thoroughly embarrassed but still 😩tried. The rhythm feels excruciatingly painful.
The only person concerned about your bad performance is you and then the instructor.
She did her best to encourage and engage my mind and body. But if the wiring is different It just cannot be done. I repeated the same single step for 45 mins. I was exhausted and happy that I bathed in sweat. I never felt so clean and light. The calories had just left me.

But was I ready to come back tomorrow. The answer was NO.
Soon I see another door opening and what I saw my eyes could not believe. Trust me, excess is shocking and exciting. And sweat in excess is Nirvana. I knew where to go now. The board read “Spinning Class”.

Was I ready to come back tomorrow? The answer was positive.

PS: Lehakoe is my gym in Maseru, Lesotho. It means Jewel in Sesotho.

The Nemesis of Detachment….

Incidents occur in and around the world. Well most of the times we just shrug our shoulders and dust off assuring ourselves that it does not involve me. And the time we feel it hitting hard, I feel like the “Atlas shrugged.” In yoga we are taught the art of detachment. It is extremely difficult to peel off from what’s happening around you and affecting you. This “affecting me”and “around me” has no scale.

 One person is upset because the food on his plate is not of his choice. So it affects him and disturbs him. It is as simple as this. 

Another person looks at his plate, the food is not of his choice. But the thought that there is a child dying of hunger, he is upset. So it affects him as well. It’s as vast and complex as this.

I buy a dress of my choice and I am exhilarated. So it affects me. 

Someone sent a box of chocolates to the orphanage and smiled. So it affected him as well.

In case of bigger issues like the ever doubting Nations, somehow we have learnt to be detached.

In case of bigger issues like the ever doubting relationships, somehow we have not learnt to be detached.

We tend to follow “What does not touch my skin and heart is not my problem”. We have amazing filters. We allow only that we want not what must be. 

I have seen people mocking death. Because it has not touched me so it does not sound that bad. And sadly when it happens it’s not them who are affected but somebody else’s heart is touched and they feel the pain and existence of the inevitable.

The day you are sure of your death, you will naturally learn the art of detachment. Here is when awakening of the world and beyond becomes more powerful than ever and the pure attachment with your karma takes birth. 

So now it’s not about my flesh and blood….it is my universe and doing my bit to make it better. In a way we must be completely attached to universe. We must motivate ourselves to channelize us for the best of the mankind. 

To be able to do anything like this we need to widen our horizons. Notice this moment. Pay attention to the ordinary. I can be happy and I can be sad. Accept and understand the impermanence. Understanding the causes and the effect is the reality. You do not live by yourself. We are together, we all are connected. Numerous times we hear people expressing gratitude. That’s grace. Some see it in the fellow beings and some see it in the unseen. Be generous and spread the good that’s in you. You will sense the joy of this transitory world. 

We all have the seed of compassion. So how can we not feel the sufferings of others. We must nurture and let it grow. That’s when the shining bubble of pleasure will vanish. Thats when the mundane will become marvellous.
Don’t shield your loved ones from the profound troubles of life. Let us and them be aware. Let there be spiritual hunger. Self reflections and effort to improve, together lead to deeper awareness.

Be like the top of the mountain who is aware of what is happening around. Be like the earth. Be there despite anything. Look around, know what’s happening, have a view, have a counter view as well , feel your pulse and then contribute.
Life is glorious and for all we know, this might be Heaven.


My Space……

It all starts with us being a speck in the womb and expanding our space until we just breakthrough. We go on ever expanding and ever moving only to reach the end, of which we have no idea like our beginning. 
Space is finite and if anything is expanding, something else is shrinking.

“My Space” seems to be a misnomer. Is being professionally successful or doing what You like define “My Space”or my identity?

We humans are born bankers. We invest everywhere. When returns “happiness” are visible, we keep pumping in the precious we have. But if there is little slump in the market, we are too impatient and retrieve ourselves in no time. Suddenly, the need for “My Space” is inevitable.

Too much attention is given to it these days, which is good. Conclusions are drawn, the whole TV industry is minting money on showcasing women protagonists and in most of the debates the speakers are Always women.

Believe me whoever comes on earth aquires space and tries to expand. So it’s not about men or women. It’s about human race.

We all have a habit of imposing ourselves on others. Mothers on daughters/sons, brothers on sisters, daughter in law on in laws, bosses on subordinates, subordinates on each other, friends on friends it’s a mesh of relations.

The most difficult one is meeting anything new. The moment a new born child latches to his/her mother, that’s the initiation of control and rest everything else falls in sequence.

A child’s mind is a clean slate and we scribble it and all the actions are motivated to melt the new life into ours. Most of the times we are successful but a few of us may not agree to this.

Whenever we meet someone who has spent a few years on earth, their pages are already embossed.

But as our never changing habit is, we try to still mould them. Moulding of metals requires excess of heat. The process involves sparks of anger, dissatisfaction, discontent and there is lot of heat. All of this leads to a total unhappy space around us which wAs once full of joy when all we had was a home and the people we knew were the family.

Each individual here is a galaxy in itself. We have tendency to collide and instead of complete amalgamation, we are random and dominant. It’s all contradicting either we can be together or random. This again leads to conflict and again we yearn for “My Space”.

My own space is just mine, I was born with it. My own space is my opinion, my want ,everything that makes me.

Being a daughter, mother , wife, daughter in law, husband, son does not take away any part of my space. I have compartmentlised my space into all these roles. And everyday I am happy to see one new space created in my space. So inclusion seems to be the trick. Like they say it’s never black or white. So all of this is my space, full of colors. I enjoy living here most of the time and few times I do not.

I intentionally try not to overlap my space on others, this creates dark patches and traps lot of negative energy. Also I understand not everybody can reciprocate.

Nature has bestowed me the womb so it becomes easy for me to understand and nurture space. If I want something I will create it within me. I will not impose or overlap on someone else. 

I cannot be happy by just being a financially independent women or a carrier woman or a wife or a daughter. I am happy because I am able to be all of them together. I am in control and responsible for everything that is happening because I made choices at everystep of my life.

I am my universe, I am my space. (Touchwood)

What inspires me to blog……..

Everyone has a story. And there are some who are very good at narrating theirs. Others need to learn. My first blog happened not because I was inspired, but because I was pushed to perform. Trust me I did alright. Since then I feel motivated, inspired and now I love to write. It’s always that small push which starts a new journey. My journey as a blogger continued only because I believe my experiences are different from anyone else and so is my writing. My writing does not stand a chance against literary scrutiny, still I know there is a place under the sun for me…….