Ever increasing crimes against women is a national shame and needs to be tackled strongly by all the law enforcing agencies. The blogs which highlight this vital issue helps in creating a vast public opinion against this menace. I myself had a written a blog, “ Story of Womanhood” which I am adding to my comment for every one to read.
Regards
Jolly Ghuman.
Story of Womanhood.
Blessing or a Curse? What am I ? Me the womanhood? My story starts with a birth of a child in a expecting family and the moment of my birth shatters the expectation of a male heir being born. The visible disappointment greets me on my birth. I am too innocent ,small and naïve to understand the desires of my elders but I can sense the palpable tension in the air. Me a child of no relevance unwelcome in this world who somehow survived in my mothers womb and escaped the prying scanners deployed to detect my presence finally takes birth to shock everyone. A sad beginning though but I am smiling trying to ease out the tense faces surrounding me to have a glimpse of the newly born unfortunate girl child . Thus begins my life in this male dominated world overly obsessed by themselves.
I start growing up in the protection of my parents who somehow reconcile to the fact that a girl child has taken birth. The artificial show of affection in initial days start taking shape of genuine love as I am blessed to win the heart of people around me. The bad taste is replaced by cordiality and the things settle down. The childhood remains normal and non happening .
I grow up to enter the phase of adulthood. Prying eyes welcome me here. I start being treated as an object of lust with the constant fear of abuse. Dirty glances, abusive language, prying hands somehow I try to wriggle out of this most shocking phase of life and my presence becomes a load on my parents . I am hurriedly married of f and dispatched with an advise that in this birth your period in this house is over and not ever to think of coming back . And so ends my second phase .Sad but I am blessed by God with highest tolerance level so I leave with hidden tears and a hope.
My entry in the new household is marred by the undue hurry by my male counterpart for securing isolation to inspect his newly acquired property .No body cares to notice the shock or fear visible on my face as I am just an object brought to satisfy the lust of my husband who considers himself as my owner. My privacy is intruded upon and my self respect is scattered all over . I am probed and abused endlessly without giving slightest consideration to my feelings, likings ,dislikes or anything . I cannot object as it remains against the norms and ethics of the society. It is a Transition from daughter to wife , from a girl to a woman. It changes everything. I settle down and accept humbly my new role and responsibility in life.
It is the excruciating pain which welcomes me in the phase of motherhood I cry and I Sob. But the cries fall on the deaf ears which are just anxious to know the final outcome. It reminds me of student waiting for the result of the examination with the fear of the elders looming large . Unfortunate me I get the wrong distinction of bringing in this world another female child. Suddenly all the love is lost and I become an unnecessary object of hate burdening my husband and his family. I being used to these kind of shocks now have the only remorse that the history is going to repeat with my daughter. I cry for recognition , I cry for justice but nothing changes.
Grey strands of hair and heavy load of responsibilities welcome me to the old age . Everyday I see myself in my daughter and the history unfolds before my eyes with me as just a silent spectator with no control over anything, I am exhausted and life has drained all the energy from me. Everything that happened to me is happening to my daughter which has broken me in pieces. Trembling hands and shaky voice is indicative of my final journey, the final departure from this unfair world. I am just left with one question Why? Why has this world been so unfair ,cruel , towards me the woman hood . I am leaving this world with an unanswered question and a hope that maybe my daughter will get the answer . This is my turn to welcome the death as final destination which can be nothing but pleasant from whatever I have gone through during the period of my life. Farewell to you the cruel world who has for centuries failed to understand me the womanhood.
With Tears.
Womanhood thy roles are immense and immense remain thy possibilities. You are the creator of this world. The very man who comes out of your womb becomes your exploiter but you bear in silence absorbing all the insults thrown on you by the mankind which feels insecure by yr popularity. Yet you carry out all the roles designated to you by the nature with perfection. You are a symbol of sacrifice for all those who enjoy the blessing of your love and affection. You are but one and your roles are numerous . Your hug can bring peace to the strife torn mind, Your lips can turn on the fire, Your passion can bring storms and you can heal by your touch. The definition of beauty starts from you and humility remains your distinction. You are a protector .You remain most referred in the history of mankind but this world fails to acknowledge your power and you remain the most underestimated too. Creation is your prerogative and you are blessed by virtues. You contain vast magnitude of energy and tolerance is your trait .
I respect and worship you .You the womanhood .
With Love From
Jolly Ghuman.
Regards
Jolly Ghuman.
Story of Womanhood.
Blessing or a Curse? What am I ? Me the womanhood? My story starts with a birth of a child in a expecting family and the moment of my birth shatters the expectation of a male heir being born. The visible disappointment greets me on my birth. I am too innocent ,small and naïve to understand the desires of my elders but I can sense the palpable tension in the air. Me a child of no relevance unwelcome in this world who somehow survived in my mothers womb and escaped the prying scanners deployed to detect my presence finally takes birth to shock everyone. A sad beginning though but I am smiling trying to ease out the tense faces surrounding me to have a glimpse of the newly born unfortunate girl child . Thus begins my life in this male dominated world overly obsessed by themselves.
I start growing up in the protection of my parents who somehow reconcile to the fact that a girl child has taken birth. The artificial show of affection in initial days start taking shape of genuine love as I am blessed to win the heart of people around me. The bad taste is replaced by cordiality and the things settle down. The childhood remains normal and non happening .
I grow up to enter the phase of adulthood. Prying eyes welcome me here. I start being treated as an object of lust with the constant fear of abuse. Dirty glances, abusive language, prying hands somehow I try to wriggle out of this most shocking phase of life and my presence becomes a load on my parents . I am hurriedly married of f and dispatched with an advise that in this birth your period in this house is over and not ever to think of coming back . And so ends my second phase .Sad but I am blessed by God with highest tolerance level so I leave with hidden tears and a hope.
My entry in the new household is marred by the undue hurry by my male counterpart for securing isolation to inspect his newly acquired property .No body cares to notice the shock or fear visible on my face as I am just an object brought to satisfy the lust of my husband who considers himself as my owner. My privacy is intruded upon and my self respect is scattered all over . I am probed and abused endlessly without giving slightest consideration to my feelings, likings ,dislikes or anything . I cannot object as it remains against the norms and ethics of the society. It is a Transition from daughter to wife , from a girl to a woman. It changes everything. I settle down and accept humbly my new role and responsibility in life.
It is the excruciating pain which welcomes me in the phase of motherhood I cry and I Sob. But the cries fall on the deaf ears which are just anxious to know the final outcome. It reminds me of student waiting for the result of the examination with the fear of the elders looming large . Unfortunate me I get the wrong distinction of bringing in this world another female child. Suddenly all the love is lost and I become an unnecessary object of hate burdening my husband and his family. I being used to these kind of shocks now have the only remorse that the history is going to repeat with my daughter. I cry for recognition , I cry for justice but nothing changes.
Grey strands of hair and heavy load of responsibilities welcome me to the old age . Everyday I see myself in my daughter and the history unfolds before my eyes with me as just a silent spectator with no control over anything, I am exhausted and life has drained all the energy from me. Everything that happened to me is happening to my daughter which has broken me in pieces. Trembling hands and shaky voice is indicative of my final journey, the final departure from this unfair world. I am just left with one question Why? Why has this world been so unfair ,cruel , towards me the woman hood . I am leaving this world with an unanswered question and a hope that maybe my daughter will get the answer . This is my turn to welcome the death as final destination which can be nothing but pleasant from whatever I have gone through during the period of my life. Farewell to you the cruel world who has for centuries failed to understand me the womanhood.
With Tears.
Womanhood thy roles are immense and immense remain thy possibilities. You are the creator of this world. The very man who comes out of your womb becomes your exploiter but you bear in silence absorbing all the insults thrown on you by the mankind which feels insecure by yr popularity. Yet you carry out all the roles designated to you by the nature with perfection. You are a symbol of sacrifice for all those who enjoy the blessing of your love and affection. You are but one and your roles are numerous . Your hug can bring peace to the strife torn mind, Your lips can turn on the fire, Your passion can bring storms and you can heal by your touch. The definition of beauty starts from you and humility remains your distinction. You are a protector .You remain most referred in the history of mankind but this world fails to acknowledge your power and you remain the most underestimated too. Creation is your prerogative and you are blessed by virtues. You contain vast magnitude of energy and tolerance is your trait .
I respect and worship you .You the womanhood .
With Love From
Jolly Ghuman.
