I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.
- Louis Macneice
I woke up to an amazing video shared in a WhatsApp group. And there were men assuming that the video was made by a guy because he had videos related to football on his channel. Yes, I take offence at football being associated with men. The last time I checked, we women seemed to enjoy it too. Yes, I struggle to comprehend the discrimination between the two sexes even in such trivial affairs. And what does that suggest? Is the inherent, thinly disguised misogyny so profound that it refuses to crumble? May be, these are subtle innuendos to imply this is no world for women!
"I can cook", I said. "You are a girl, that's obvious." "Cooking is my escape not my need", I frowned. "I want you to deliver me food for the entire week."
That wasn't the first time I was hearing how cooking comes instinctively to women. But it disturbs me more when I hear the same from a woman. Yes, women can be liberated only if they want to be. You want that respect, you need to have the courage to demand it. Don't let anyone tell you that they will fight for you. This is your fight.
I am not advocating exclusive rights for women. Don't deem this as a plea to be granted the same pedestal as men. This is a voice against the hypocrisy that still thrives within us. Equality is about letting women do what they wish to do without being judgmental about it. We shall have it.
Before we preach about liberating women and before we fight for equal rights, we need to embrace the notion of equality. I like pink but it's not because I am a woman. Don't be surprised if I enjoy wrestling. Don't tell me that I don't bear the strength to give up love for my dreams. Don't judge me if I succeed. Yes, that promotion was because I deserved it. Don't be skeptical if I'm comfortable in a saree, burkha or shorts. Clothes don't define me. Don't offer to carry my bag. Don't assume that you can take me home because I was walking alone at 12 am. Don't advise me to not pursue mechanical engineering. Don't tell me this is no world for women. Let me breathe. Let me be.
Hey you write so well! THIS IS AMAZING! :)
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