Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Women..........The most beautiful thing ever created

It would be hard to imagine a world without the creater. Woman, the one of its kind. We are blessed to have her around. They are in many forms, mother, sister, wife, daughter, friend. In every form they are no less than a mystery.

Woman, an epitome of beauty. Their eyes can never match ours, their breathtaking smile, their smooth cheeks and their hair making designs on their face, the face so glowing and so perfect. Their brows are so mischeiveous and forms any expression with so much ease. Their anger only enhances their beauty. I am no talking no nonsense. I have always been an admirer of beauty. I am always fascinated by it and no one else has ever intrigued me more than a woman's beauty. It is simply majestic.

It happened one night when I was going home in a auto and midway joined us a woman. She must be 26-27 yrs old she was beautiful. Her skin was gleaming in the night. Her hairs were dancing, kissing the winds and she was constantly tucking it behind her ears. Her eyes were dark and glancing the night outside the auto. All the time she was looking outside and I was captivated by her, looking at her all the time, admiring her. I wanted to kiss her, embrace her. Her nose was straight and perfectily suited her face, infact added to her beauty. Her ears were pierced and the ear-rings were teasing me. Her lips were the ultimate and were as if giving the finishing touch to a divine creation. Those luscious lips were dropping seduction. The finer cuts in the lips blended with the lipstick were a harmony. Oh My God! She was simply a goddess. I could never forget her face less spoken the best about her body. She exhibited vibes and yet she was silent, sober, calm. Thurr Thurr Thurr and the auto continues to thrumm.

I had to get down at my stop and I know how I regretted it.

It was not the first time that I have seen a creation like this but this one remained persistent. I cannot recollect other such encounters but I am sure I have seen many damsels before. Everytime I see one, I could only ponder about their existence, their beauty. Ah! what a thing!

Their beauty is not restricted by race. Women across the world are beautiful whether its japanese, Americans or Indians. Women serve special purpose in the world. They are meant to be calm, delicate, soft and in return were bestowed beauty. The men were meant to be strong, aggressive to protect the women and their beauty. This is the law of the nature. Everyone has its share of place under the sun. Noone intrudes on other's territory. Men and women were meant to live in harmony.

I have always respected women. I have high regards for them. I admire them from the core of my heart and I like them. One of the reason being the pain they endure throughout their life. Beginning at the puberty till 50 they undergo periods. Its painful, dirty, and monthly. It makes me wonder why the prettiest thing in the world anathematized to this. In India esp, the women are molested more than anywhere else. People don't want girl child owing to an absurd belief that women are burden on the family and its only that a male will be able to support them in their old ages. Its bizarre to note that whats actually happening is antithesis to what they believe. But inspite of that, killing of girl child is more prevalent in Indian villages.
One must feel lucky if she is a girl and she is alive, has got parents. But its not over yet. As soon as she grows into a teenager, she is put into restrictions. She can't be outside late in the evening, she must have an escort wherever she goes, she can't afford to be caught talking to a boy of her age (else she is dead), she has to learn the cooking and household choirs. She is constantly under tremendous fear of rape, the most dreaded antisocial act in the society and born because of males. One can harldy imagine in a state of being raped or worse, gang raped. How terrible! The males must feel lucky that they are not born as girls. They should put themselves into a girl's shoes. Then only will one learn that the society is such a bad place for women. I am reflecting about the Indian society.

It would be better not to mention the agonies felt by the rape victim. The problems are not over even if you abide by the safety rules. Another biggest challenge in India for women is marriage. Rarely the love affairs culminate into tying the knots. In most of the cases there comes the caste barrier, social status barrier, religion barrier. The boy is threatened by the relatives of the girl, murdered sometimes, in some cases they don't even spare the girl, called honor killing.

Such problems are very commonly seen in Indian villages. The people are full of orthodoxy. They are rude and barbarians. They would blame the girl if some other caste boy is in love with her and she loves him. They would rescind their marriage plea. The panchayat would pronounce a punishment for the girl which would include rape by panchayat members, then paraded nude throughout the village and finally burned or drowned. The women is always the unfortunate victim of fight between two adversaries. The common way to inflict pain and terror into the enemy camp is to rape their women. Being born as a girl in an Indian village is the last thing you would wish for.

Few months back I had read an article about the torture inflicted upon a family in a village in India where two families were involved in a fight over properties. Members of one of the family attacked the other, raped their women (the men were not at home), beat them with iron rods mercilessly and killed them. They then dumped the dead bodies in a canal. When the bodies were recovered, the most horrible thing was that the iron rods were thrushed into their vaginas. The mere thought of it would send shiver down your spine but think of the ones who actually endured the act.

Don't think the misery is over even if you escaped all these and you are well settled into married life. Then comes the ugly face of dowry. We Indians are particularly infamous for this. I abhor the dowry seekers. They are such a waste. They are no better than beggars. If the girl comes from not so affluent family, her married life is doomed. She will be beaten, harrassed daily by her inlaws sometimes even burned to death. They treat women as if they are the waste on this Earth. Pathetic. One of the strongest reason for me adoring the western life and regretting being born in India is because of the ugly society that is so much inclined towards the males and inferior towards women.

One place where women edge men is motherhood. It must feel completely different giving birth to life. For them the years of suffering is nothing in front of motherhood. I feel the blessing of motherhood cannot commensurate their pain in India. If the new born is a girl, it becomes a curse. But I agree that it is they that make us fathers. We can never really know a mother's pain, emotions, feelings. We boys can roam around the city in the night without fear, we can be half naked and not be ashamed, we can lift gargantuan objects, we can fight people and animals alike, we can undertake the most daring adventure alone, we can pee at the walls or tree trunks, we can travel in jam packed buses and trains and not worry whose hand is on my shoulder or whose leg is on my lap, we can not be afraid of being raped, we don't have to undergo the pain of periods and labor, we may be strong, daring and manly, we cannot be worried about our exposure of innerwears and there are countless other things we can do and we don't need to worry but we can never become a mother. We can never feel like being a mother. We can never produce life alone.

One must understand the purpose behind the creation of female. We both may be different in our behaviour but we deserve equality. Men must pay respect to women and pledge to protect them and women must help men in areas where they fail. The universe demands this coordination. We humans only differ esp males.

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