PRETTY WOMAN OR PETTY WOMAN??

Hi everybody… Yesterday was Women’s Day… (Does that also mean that the other 364 days of the year are for Men??!!) People wished me, Happy Women’s Day, and I wondered whether I was really happy?

Well… I pondered on it… There is nothing specific that I can complain about. However, looking at the more encompassing point of view, the very concept of this world being a woman’s world is just a whim… a fictitious rosy picture painted to appease the womankind.

Think of this…

Our society preaches morality, sings praises of its womenfolk, but it is actually hollow within. When questioned about giving women her rights, the society keeps mum. She is treated as a commodity. She is a mother, sister, wife… but not an individual. A son is always preferred to a daughter. Why? Only because he’ll fetch you a wholesome dowry or he’ll carry forward your generation, or because he will light the pyre… What a marvelous achievement indeed!

The creator of this Universe has truly empowered her with the power to recreate, yet she’s considered only secondary to men. A woman is still a seller in a buyer's market when it comes to marriage. An independent woman is often termed as an adulteress. Men still call the shots. How disgusting is that!!

Sickening indeed… but coming to think of it, what is this ‘society’ we are talking about? And, who exactly is responsible for their sorry state of affairs? Women themselves! Well… I had a healthy discussion with a friend of mine regarding this… and we came to the consensus that as long as a woman is born and raised to feel handicapped and less capable because she is a woman, as long as she is vulnerable to society because it does not respect her womanhood the equation is unlikely to change.

The day a woman can live on her own terms without fear, and stop considering her womanhood as a sign of weakness, she will see the balance improve in her favor… True freedom is what she is looking for…

This poem I write for this great masterpiece of the Almighty - WOMAN.

HEY WOMAN – CHEERS TO THEE!

Her breast is filled with life to suckle
Gives her baby sustenance to grow
She is to protect, to nurture, to impel,
And seeds of excellence to sow.

Toughest when she endures
Softest when she caresses
Frailest when she defends
Loudest she can fight
She’s the one who can fill
Every heart with delight.

Ever-changing as the ocean's tide
Are the varied moods of a Woman…
She’s undoubtedly her man’s pride
She can turn a hell into heaven.

Soothing her fallen comrades
In the weakest hours of sorrow
Standing at the side of her beloved
Even if there's no tomorrow…

Kindness, charity, love and care
Ribbons of her honor galore
Soft, tender, gentle and fair
She's the stirring of amore.

Her tender caress can make a pauper think
That he is no less than a king.
Woman is fleeting, just like an eye-blink
Either hold on to her or see her leaving.

She is Mystery… She is Enigma
Only understood by her creator
Life always leaves her in a dilemma
Be it order or chaos – that’s her!


All you women out there…wake up… We are a force to reckon with. Cheers!!!