What 8th March means to me

Sometimes I wonder what my job is regarding me, my liberty, my country and my equality. ‘Women’s day’ has never really meant anything at all to me. If the world changes it’s thoughts for even a day on 8^th March, I would pray and thank god each night. But, if we think properly, nothing changes after this day. We know, with grief and pain that women will still not be even considered as humans. We write poems, create protests, barricade places...and then forget the very thought of it. But I think I know what we’re supposed to do this women’s day. We’re supposed to STAND UP. We won’t ignore them. We won’t complain. Just one look from our bloodshot eyes. And then....BOOM. I remember I never said as a kid, that ‘girls rule’. Instead, I admired the very fact that guys were just so great. They could do anything they wanted. While I was getting into fights at school, I was taught it was not lady-like. When I rebelled my way on cutting my hair and wearing Bermudas like other guys I was told to respect my gender. But why should I, if no one else does? So I cut my hair. And I still don’t look like a guy. I shook my head at people saying women should not wear short dresses and skirts. I clenched my fists whenever I DID NOT hear a mother telling her son to respect women and when they did tell their daughters to not try to show their faces or be seen or heard or found attractive. I wish people understood. I wish they could do what we can. Because, you know what? I’ve stopped caring. It’s nothing but a tough game. My ancient computer has this bike game (which I like playing) where my bike is always placed last. But then, I still come first. It’s not based on a stupid bike game, it is life. (Okay, okay, huge problem, there is that board game called life) but we can always call it GG(girl game) or WW(wow woman).

Here we go.

1.    Born in a village that has more orthodox and stereotypical ideas than crops. MISSION 1: LIVE the hatred. Or rather, just survive.

2.    How’s it going?

3.    Go to school (Remember, you’re in a village and you’re a good girl so you’re still staying with your sick family, no offence, imaginary parents...)

4.    Clean the home, cook the utensils...just do what Rapunzel did, okay?

5.    GET THE BAD GIRL in you. Leave your home, fled for the city. How do you go? It’s so impossible. You run.

6.    Find work as a maid.

7.    Where do you live? In a remote room in a construction house.

8.     Get into the proper city. Get amazed. How do the girls wear this stuff? So many talks about women power, but where is it??

9.    You don’t like it. Ignore the men making cheap dialogues.

10.           You don’t like it this way either. Punch the men hard.

11.           Oops.

12.           The men belong to the typical ‘gunda gang’. You fool!!

13.           The men are ready to teach you a lesson.

14.           NOW WHAT???? What are those two legs you have for? RUN!!

15.           Shout out loud, “Jai mata di”. Get saved.

16.           Get educated in some way or the other (now don’t ask me how, I’m not always having awesome imagination!)

17.           Get a loan and start any type of business.

18.           Get rich. You own a BMW, you wear the attire you once asked, “How do women wear this stuff”?

19.           Now you’re the woman. Live every girl’s life. Go to the metro and experience those goggling eyes, get winked by those nonsensical-could have done the earth much good without-being-born-people.

20.           Just survive.

21.           Question. And live without getting the answer.

THE END.

HOPE + PATIENCE + PROTESTING + STANDING UP+ DESIRE+ HUNGER = ANSWER?

Or am I missing something?