Soul Ramblings
A saga since eve was created and sent to this earth...a dominance manifested into the minds of almost half the human species calling themselves male of the society to empower their souls and selves, a yearning - that would end with the world probably - of the other half of the society faking not just carnal pleasures but a whole life too!
I have a mind and i can have thoughts too, a tongue and the ability to speak too, a heart which may at times want to follow its own rythm and sway hitherto.... i am a living, livid creature too..., i am a woman, i am every woman, a daughter, a girlfriend, a fiancee, a wife, a mother.....a woman at that. No...no....no you are all those relationships, never forget that and subservience is the golden nectar that has been shoved down your throat since you were a little girl. It is the mantra you have to abide by always and always.... Dare you forget it and here comes the trouble.
"Just make sure your bold thoughts are not heard by anyone....what will people think of you...., don't speak your mind....what will people say....and following your heart is'nt a matter of pride, it's irresponsibility, a gypsy trait, no one in our family has done this, no we don't have that kind of liberty, we are normal middle class people."
And thus, girl you lead your life by stifling your soul, choking your voice, making peace in the best interest of everyone. Like gentle, good girls....who whine an incompleteness inside them despite the outer shining skin of well groomed, well placed, well mannered ladies(with whom nothing is actually well).... O'woman vying for your abode, somewhere in the sky or stars, in the vast expanse of this universe which is beyond the human imagination? Come out of this dream....there's none! Alas! that's the truth...now again without mincing any words...so you are at it again? Your life counted in acts of meekness, no its not a negative attribute just that it brings out pangs of rebellion at times...
"I gave in to my food cravings at a roadside stall for a couple of bucks madam and my husband created a ruckus at home for how i dare i spent the money without asking him, though he loves me a lot, i can swear over it, yet he dislikes when i do something of my own. I cried myself to sleep over it" - a narration by a househelp that has created a flurry of thoughts, stirring emotions over how each woman is not her own.
Will the assertion of patriarchy forever stir a woman's nest of deep concocted emotions and will the stronger willed yet fragile assumed meeker (mind the words not weaker) sex breakfree of its own shackles.
Rising in togetherness and let be!
I have a mind and i can have thoughts too, a tongue and the ability to speak too, a heart which may at times want to follow its own rythm and sway hitherto.... i am a living, livid creature too..., i am a woman, i am every woman, a daughter, a girlfriend, a fiancee, a wife, a mother.....a woman at that. No...no....no you are all those relationships, never forget that and subservience is the golden nectar that has been shoved down your throat since you were a little girl. It is the mantra you have to abide by always and always.... Dare you forget it and here comes the trouble.
"Just make sure your bold thoughts are not heard by anyone....what will people think of you...., don't speak your mind....what will people say....and following your heart is'nt a matter of pride, it's irresponsibility, a gypsy trait, no one in our family has done this, no we don't have that kind of liberty, we are normal middle class people."
And thus, girl you lead your life by stifling your soul, choking your voice, making peace in the best interest of everyone. Like gentle, good girls....who whine an incompleteness inside them despite the outer shining skin of well groomed, well placed, well mannered ladies(with whom nothing is actually well).... O'woman vying for your abode, somewhere in the sky or stars, in the vast expanse of this universe which is beyond the human imagination? Come out of this dream....there's none! Alas! that's the truth...now again without mincing any words...so you are at it again? Your life counted in acts of meekness, no its not a negative attribute just that it brings out pangs of rebellion at times...
"I gave in to my food cravings at a roadside stall for a couple of bucks madam and my husband created a ruckus at home for how i dare i spent the money without asking him, though he loves me a lot, i can swear over it, yet he dislikes when i do something of my own. I cried myself to sleep over it" - a narration by a househelp that has created a flurry of thoughts, stirring emotions over how each woman is not her own.
Will the assertion of patriarchy forever stir a woman's nest of deep concocted emotions and will the stronger willed yet fragile assumed meeker (mind the words not weaker) sex breakfree of its own shackles.
Rising in togetherness and let be!
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