Bicycle Empowerment Arrives in South Asia

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Read About How A Cycle Program in Bihar is Reducing Gender Parity in Education

Read About How Bicycles Are Changing Girls Lives in South Asia

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Girls on Bicycles Flying Towards A Better Life in Bihar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From December 15 to 30, more than 700,000 young girls in Bihar in eastern India will receive money to buy bikes so that they can continue with their education.

How The Humble Bicycle Is Changing Girls’ Lives in South Asia

In India, where women’s safety has taken center-stage since 2012 after a young paramedic intern was gang raped and murdered by some men on a moving bus, non-profits are using bikes to help girls claim back their right to  male dominated public spaces. Bicycles are also fast becoming girls’ preferred tool of rebellion against the diktats of a patriarchal society, in other parts of South Asia too.

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Faltu

Faltu,  come here! The old lady in the park shrieked,  her voice shrill with annoyance.

I looked at her and around her in surprise.  I have never actually come across anyone who was called Faltu.

Why?  Because Faltu is a pretty common adjective in many Indian languages.  It means someone or something who has no value –  something meaningless,  without a purpose. Imposed upon. Something that can be got rid of easily. Something useless. I can go on and on with the adjectives and yet not find a single redeeming one.

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