DELETE

When God made the woman, he forgot to give them the delete button. They will remember each and every date, every conversation they had with their husband/In-laws, each and every occasion where she did not get her due, all the events when the husband made a mistake. This list is endless especially when the party involved is Husband. I do not know whether to sympathise with the husband or her?

 

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Well, males have their brains conditioned and anything that is not important will not get registered in their brains. So, all this endless cribbing will lead you nowhere ladies!

Instead, focus on your own peace of mind. Well, like as kids when we wanted to learn something, we would keep revising it. Here, what we have to do is the reverse. Every time, we are reminded of such things/events which threaten our peace of mind, we have to consciously shift our focus and think about something else. In simple words, just stop thinking about it. Stop probing it. Sooner or later, it will be marked for Deleting.

 

You wronged me.

When I was small, I looked at you Like my Father, brother or a friend.

As i grew bigger, I realized you do not look at me the same way.

The changes in my body, have made you drool over me.

Yet, I am not an object of lust.

Most of us even in India have a privilege of being born in safe secure homes, where we are loved, respected and protected by our families. We grow up looking at  our fathers and brothers, on how male figures are in a female’s life and look around trusting them. We go to schools and colleges, and make friends with boys, and that trust is there coz that’s what we have learnt. We marry and entrust our husbands with all the faith.

We come from the land of Durga and Saraswati.We come from the land where Female power is the supreme, Where without a GAURI POOJAN, even A GANESH UTSAV is not complete. We come from the land where, a female goddess is worshipped before every occasion.

Today, in that same land, I do not feel safe. If i wear skirt,unseen eyes imagine rest of my legs. If i wear Jeans and a top, unfelt hands imagine them over me.

When Nirbhaya was rapped, it was not she alone, but all the wives, sisters and daughters were rapped enmasse.

When few days before, few men who walked on streets of bangalore, it was not just those females, we all were wronged by the entire generation of males.

Let us stop expecting from the society to change, Come let’s empower each one of us and fight for us.