Rotten Eggs, Stale Tomatoes and 'Ladies Sandals'

Well, wondering if, in the year of abnormalities, Holi has replaced Diwali this year, that I’m gathering ‘rotten eggs-and-stale tomatoes‘ ?
Then yes, it has! It’s Holi my friend! A rain of awakening! A splash of colours of  justice, for gender equality! A balloon fight for ‘unbiased’ empowerment of women!
The other day I presented, or rather ‘I was made to’ present a presentation (as, I just landed from Guwahati and straight away, I was burdened with two t-o-t-a-l-l-y different kinds of presentations scheduled for the next day and after) on ‘Empowerment of Women’. It was a crappy piece of work with sentences from Wikipedia floating pervasively on my pages. Was that my opinion? Nah. That was just my friend Wikipedia saying solely about statistics and factual data and not referring to reality. To our reality, of gender (in)equality, today.

Kicking off with a very light-footed question. Are we (females) safe in any place, alone? (And I’m not talking, solely, of Delhi, so please stop giving me your arguments about ‘only’ Delhi being unsafe for girls. If Delhi is a mud-pit, Mumbai is nothing less than an overflowing drain and Bihar, a sty.) Click! And we all have a smile for sympathy on our brittle faces,  because we all know the answer. But, whose fault is it? Is it our (females’) fault that the mentality of guys mostly fall only to such cheap levels. What about us? That because of  such sordid guy-mentality, we are restrained from ‘living‘.

The condition is such that, in the age of  iphone 4S where man has, practically, become a master completely slaving technology, we are still controlled by some orthodox patriarch of the society. (And mind you, the terms ‘we and ‘us’ in today’s post refer only to the female club. So guys, go put a lipstick to slip in!)
For instance, allowance to us for going to a nearby park, is also given a second thought only because darkness is ‘about’ to fall, while your younger brother is conceded to wander around even late in the night. Referring to a year old conversation with a friend, that just sneaked into my head, I find myself hearing, “Guys easily get a car (or bus or truck or whatever, if you live in a highway and own a Dhaba!) to drive all by themselves, but when it comes to girls, it’s a shackled situation.” I say, even toddler guys, who have not even gotten over their cycling-age, roar into the streets with their cars, in today’s time, and that’s not same for girls.

Anyway, cutting the trivial issues here, we have more momentous arguments to focus on.
Still in parts of India, the sex of the unborn is checked just to make sure that it’s a boy, and if it’s a girl, it is aborted. Female foeticide still exists! In other parts the condition is even worse. The levels of humaneness fall to this extent, that newborn girls are even suffocated to death, mercilessly. I  ask, if you are such big a follower of the deep-rooted cultures of India, then where have they vanished now? Stop washing your blood-stained hands off the Indian Culture fish story. You are nothing but, murderers! Incessant murderers.

Save her!

Although I feel, that the female sacrifice, or as we have read it in the standard 8th history books as — Sati practices, have been abolished to a great extent. But, the problem doesn’t end here. Till the time, we let ourselves be suppressed, no one can help us. We need to come up, for nobody else, but ourselves. For our equality, our justice.

The other day I was travelling in the Delhi Metro, and all I found was an entire set of seats invaded by the pachyderm asses — The Men (in black), and it was the ‘womens’ compartment’. But, I don’t blame them here, don’t we all know that it requires a cane to tame a lion (or dog) and here, only we  can act as canes. C’mon! If you have a problem with men in the womens’ compartment then speak for it, don’t just give your disgusting stares to their clan, coz that might not have any hypnotic effect (until and unless you are Pamela Anderson!).

All of us might remember the Slumdog Millionaire, after all it was virgin India’s first chance to be proud of it’s slums and the putrid conditions prevailing here. Yeah right, Jai ho!
So, of all the things, we might also have enjoyed the ‘forced’ selling of young girls or let me put it as — forced prostitution (for a gradual stage) portrayed in the movie. Well if you might have missed it, in the awe of cute kids with their cute acting, then don’t feel sad, because that can be seen in major of India, still. Below-the-poverty-line families, with exploding populace don’t kill their female newborns, but sell them for money. That’s even worse. Are you nothing but, machines producing ‘life’ for money?

And these are not all, the just‘ice’ is needed because what our country faces, is also, female beating and violence, where drunk husbands treat their wives as nothing but, punching bags for their frustration.

She needs your help!

Can anything ever stop if all we do is, talk in the air and not come up, ever? Atleast all of us can come ‘together’, to speak up for it, coz it may be possible to suppress one, but not many.
We live in the fast-paced Metropolitans and affluent families, so we might not come across such extremities, but helping the ones who do, is also our duty! Female humaneness, you can say, because the ones who suffer from it, surely need our help. A help to give them the strength to come forward, atleast. I’m sure we can do it!

And for those whose thoughts are still stuck in a conundrum of Holi and Diwali, go burst water bijli bombs and throw gola bomb balloons! Coz it might just be the commencement of Holi-Diwali justice, for some.