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Just in: Honorable BSP MP says women and children don’t need mobile phones. The mobile phones are distracting women.

I didn't know that mobiles can also anticipate whether its owner is a man/woman/children that it would distract only the latter two and would help former become a saint. I am sure, in that a case; even mobile is an  invention of chauvinistic india. (Purposely used i and not I, it does make a difference).

Then comes: Rapes are happening because men and women these days interact more freely, says WB CM Mamata Banerjee

Must inform your guardian Ms. Banerjee, for our very PM, a silent spectator but male, gets frightened when you interact with him.

Ultimate: Haryana khap blames consumption of chowmein for rapes

Ahhhh..! What a marvelous discovery. Sir John B. Gurdon and Shinya Yamanaka must step down as Nobel Prize winners in Physiology and Medicine for our well deserving Haranaya khaps and their chutzpah .!! But before that, what’s up with Chinese for whom chowmein is equivalent to our panipuris? 

And there were plethora of such news I went on laughing at.

A midst these nonsense headlines, I came across a very interesting article - the government is planning to get a bill passed for paying the housewives.  Impressed by the egalitarian move of the government, I went through the vignette and repartee of this bill. To admit, I had never thought that a housewife is as good as a manager of a corporate world. I wondered that this indeed would a wise step to give a tribute to those ladies to are the first to wake up in the morning and last to go to the bed and yet are considered sitting idly at home.

But then, while coming back to my home via metro, I overheard two gentlemen pondering over the same tragic above mentioned issues of the country. One of them claimed, “These girls are known since ages in messing up stuffs. Look here only, when that there is a reserved bogie for ladies, why do they need to board the general compartments? Men should also have their separate bogies.”

I was aghast. I wondered if this is the world we really are trying to build up? Train of thoughts started running in my mind. Just imagine, separate bogies in trains, buses  separate markets and institutions for girls and boys; imagine the company you are working in having two branches situated back to back – one for males, the other for females; and then the earth divided into two halves – east for the Venus and west for the Mars.

This is definitely not what we want. These reservations are to unite the human races, not to separate them. With a valid intention, it’s spreading a wrong message. All we want is respect, not complex; all we wish to be is partners, not subordinates.

Regalia is one thing, rapture another

Splendor is one thing, spirit another

Now imagine if this bill is passed, will it bring peace in the family? The bill will definitely make the sweat and toil of a homemaker legal, but would it make it legitimate? Our society is already losing its sentience.  Will they accept the status of nouveau riche women?

I doubt. Actually, I am more worried if this Act would be acceptable by our Indian women themselves? Will they really demand money from their sacrosanct husbands? And what about those rural women where the soul of India resides and where women work to run the family of an unfortunate unemployed husband? And how will the govt pay justice to those women who are struggling day in and day out and from pillar to post having lost their husbands in the battle of life? Happy that I was, now I am afraid it would be a faux pa.

A woman doesn't want all these. All she wants and deserves is that appreciation and love in return. A homemaker converts a house of bricks to a home. All she wants in return is a space of dignity in the home she considers her own. This bill might give her share in salary; but will it guarantee her share in the hearts? At worse, what if tomorrow they are considered as servants and not homemakers? It’s not the rights that make you human, it’s your duties.

But let us see this -

A life where there is love is often messy. Life without love is no doubt neater, but neatness is really only preferable in bathrooms and written reports. Singing alone is definitely easier and certainly less complicated than singing with someone else, but there is nothing quite damn satisfying as creating even one moment of real beauty echoing gracefully with another. Agreed, perhaps to find the beauty more often and to have these moments of echoing in superb alignment with each other and with the music that guides us, we need to let go off our ideas of what the song should seem like, and let the messiness of love guide us. Probably women are put on earth a little space that they might learn o bear the beams of love.

In a nutshell, change in a small thought of yours will change the lives of your better halves..!!

A mother cannot be repaid for the sacrifices she has done for her child nor can a wife be, and she is not doing for anyone but herself. All she wants is a tight hug, no paramount position but a sense of belonging  The same goes with a girl – we don’t need a separate bogie, all we need is a distinct dignity; that even we EXIST.

Is it that tough ?