To be or not to be a daughter...
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Why???
Sometimes life becomes so meaningless. Not because of you but others. Not even the ones you love, but the ones who hate you to the core. And its even more humiliating when you see the ones who claim to be your well wishers on the other side. Why do we expect things from others? Why this societal construct? Why can't we be at our own? Why can't we live in a vacuum? Is social acceptance so necessary? Is it so important to have people around? May be these questions are the ones that question the existence of human beings, the way they are, the way they are born and the way they are destined to live. It might sound like an anti human or selfish view but instead of being a part of the crowd, better to be alone...
Monday, December 19, 2011
To be or not to be a daughter...
I am happy to be a girl. I am fortunate to be a woman. It feels good to be a sister. I am blessed to be someone's life partner. I am proud to be a daughter. All my life, my parents gave me everything I could have ever thought of, even before I asked for it. I never saw a difference between me and my brother. I wanted to do everything for my mom and dad. Whatever a son does, I wanted to do for them. Always wanted to make them the happiest parents on Earth. Always worked towards it. When I saw myself somewhere near this goal, was given a jolt back to reality...
Call it tradition, religion or custom... There is something that doesn't give me all the rights a son has. Why can't I ever touch my parents' feet and seek their blessings as my brother or any other man does? Why can't I stay with them till the end of time? Why do they have to stay with some outsider who hates them, disrespect them, bullies them and is the blood sucker of the highest order? Why can't they live with me even after I get married? Why can't I give them all the happiness I want? Only because I am a daughter. I a woman. I am a girl. ...
Call it tradition, religion or custom... There is something that doesn't give me all the rights a son has. Why can't I ever touch my parents' feet and seek their blessings as my brother or any other man does? Why can't I stay with them till the end of time? Why do they have to stay with some outsider who hates them, disrespect them, bullies them and is the blood sucker of the highest order? Why can't they live with me even after I get married? Why can't I give them all the happiness I want? Only because I am a daughter. I a woman. I am a girl. ...
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