BY A WOMAN, FOR BOTH MEN AND WOMEN-WOMEN'S DAY SPECIAL!!

Happy women’s day ladies and happy women’s day to you too gentlemen, for it is known that we women are thought to be one of the finest creatures present on earth. And the credit of giving us this high position goes to the men, for they are the only authority who can make us sit on the top or reduce our status to a mere child producing machinery.

Thus spake a feminist, are you thinking?

Do not worry, this time I’ll just share my experiences as a daughter, a female student, a colleague, a girl walking on the road, and leave it for you to decide whether being a women is a boon or has its disadvantages more than perks.



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Whenever I as a kid said to my grandmother (in 50s then, dead now) lovingly that ‘‘nani (way we address our maternal grandmothers in hindi) when I grow into a big girl, I’ll buy you a big house, lots of sarees and ornaments” she would reply “when you grow big you’ll buy big houses, plenty of sarees and ornaments but instead of procuring them for me you’ll be doing that for your husband’s family, whatever be the case, Ladka budhape ki laathi hai. Ladki to parayi amanat hai”. (which means the girls of the family get married and go away it’s the male child who sees into the well being of old parents). And i with my pouted mouth, emotions crushed had gone with stamping feets and had refused to get into her laps for weeks untill she promised she would accept my gifts which I would give her as a grownup.
The young girl of five found it difficult to adjust with the fact that the home and the dwellers she thought were inseperable part of her system considered her a ‘Paraya dhan’.


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I remember the first day of my college, when I had got more attention than the boy admitted the same day. I was treated as grandly as I never ever was. Seniors and batch mates squirming like honeybees. That day a flash of glance I threw at any guy made him feel like a champ. Days passed, attention thinned. They started knowing me. They knew I would not depend on them to drop me home safely from college at 8 in the night. They knew I could stand against the most popular student of the college in the college elections. They now knew they had a competition from the weaker sex as well. They named my standing up to keep my backbone straight, my attitude problem.
They tried to crush me, make me surrender, they failed.
They decided to ignore me.


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Few days back, I had to travel in a bus packed with two and a half times more passengers than its capacity, clutching the supporting bar with one hand and using the other to try to save my modesty I was just managing somehow, when I felt something digging my backside. Maybe it’s some lady’s purse, but for that lady had to be really short. I turned back to find a man concentrating on making me feel his salary hike bulging from his front pocket( he had an errection).
More than feeling violated, I felt sick, disgusted. We don’t go rubbing our things here and there like rabies infected dogs.
They do.


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Working with him always was a pleasure, we organised an important weeklong event in office.We planned together, executed the plan together, he on stage, I behind stage supporting him.
He said I was the best colleague he ever had, our manager congratulated him, I thought he would suggest, but he didn’t, that I too had a minor role to play.
It looks to me that we women;
in general, are often lousy at those kinds of behaviours, even when the situation calls for it. We are just bad at behaving like arrogant self-aggrandizing jerks. We are bad at behaving like self-promoting narcissists, anti-social obsessives, or pompous blowhards, even a little bit, even temporarily, even when it would be in our best interests to do so.


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My parents rarely have clashes. Mother prefers keeping quiet.
They had it last two years back, when something which occurred to fall from my father’s mouth accidently for mom in fit of rage. Infuriated, I charged him back, went to an extent of saying you are a perfect human being, an even better father but if I get to choose, I’ll choose a far better husband.
And I had a session with my mother after that, in which she said, my husband is the best I can expect to have, you come and thrash me, but next time you dare not speak to him the way you did. I was dumbfounded, but mother, it was for you I raised my voice. But she had made her mind long before, to worship her husband.
Think high of him always. long before when she was married.


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I caught myself using those mother-sister abusing slangs three four times one particular day.
In want of becoming cool I was becoming ignorant. Despite of being a girl I joined the men’s gang for dishonouring mothers, sisters, women of the world, humiliating them even more.
There may be an argument by the people who use those beautiful words that we don’t mean it literally when we say sisterfuckers or motherfuckers.
Fine, we really appericiate that they really do not mean to humiliate us, but my question is have they ever heard a girl calling another girl a fatherfucker or a brother fucker.

I’m not against the men community , neither I’m a girl with tsunami of feminine waves inside me.
I just do not want to see a girl needing to fight to place a step in any men’s only domain.
I’m just another simple human being who hopes world treats both men and women equally good or bad.