The respect, lost and forgotten

I take pride in my gender. I don't find a reason to crib for being a woman. Thanks to an upbringing, where I was not taught to get a 'just passed' in academics, marry and have kids for the sake of it, be a sex object alone to the opposite sex, wash dishes and clean clothes, and last but not the least, be a loyal partner to man. All these now, seems to be more than difficult to me.

The Malayali attitude to the being with tits would never change. I can write this down on paper. At least not in the next 100 years. No offence to the handful of men who have been holding up their respect, but they are just the minority. Well, belonging to a land of men who are sex- driven 24x7 (even in their sleep), women cannot be fantasized better than that.

The super-woman concept finds no relevance here. Come on people, appreciate and applaud the work our moms have been doing over the years. Hat's off to women who have been juggling office work and household chores perfectly. Women breaking cliches and stereotypes, are still a taboo- a taboo that can label them sluts and bitches. A divorced women is looked down by her own family. Mothers cannot stop secluding their daughters from the four walls of the house from the day she menstruates. You are a big girl now, the world is bad, and mommy wants you safe. You and me have heard this. Oh let me remind you, the situation is a little grave here. Girls, once they are out of their momma's womb, or rather I would call 'the angels paradise', is unsafe here. Keralittes, I say....

People, divorces happen not because two individuals wants to part ways for fun. It happens cos' they are just not able to get well with each other. You might be lucky enough to get a spouse who bears with the brunt of you. Not everyone is fortunate.

So let me not deviate from what I wished to convey. Writers, artists, and experts from umpteen fields have written, spoken, read about the struggle women have been enduring over the years. Well, no one really cares. A male-chauvinist calls this 'the oppressed genre's relentless dreams'. We dream. We dream for a revolution which can repulse men. Feminists do not demand an upper hand, all they demand is equality. Mocking at them, really does not degrade us. Think for a moment. Can anyone be bothered about such lame degrading? With all respect to men who knows how to look up to woman- a day would come when your sex-driven stares and 'lemme take you to bed right now' looks would not be taken seriously. This is no Utopian fantasy. The world is changing, so are WE.