Essence of my woman's day. by Rekha Jad

Early morning,this woman s day I felt gorgeous,as I was served my favorite green tea as well Sunday edition of "Times of India" on bed,nor had I to get up to open the main door for maid.This holy Trinity was carried out by the man of the house. Really felt pampered,cared and respected.

This was followed by countless exchange of women's day messages,glorifying the fairer sex as bieng responsible for every man s success, embodiment of courage,grit, fortitude,strength, beauty,elegance and so on.Few of the messages doling advise of never cowering attitude and perseverance of the prowess of pride,ambition and emancipation.
I feel ,women by genetic programming and innate instincts do need caring,sharing, pampering and chivalry,but these should not be stereotyped and imposed upon. Not always,does a woman like to project
 the aura of grandeur , strength and power.She need not act fierce and intrepid all the time.
She doesn't have to stand bold,if crumbling within,rather be free to throw tantrums,whine and whimper. At times she wants to throw decorum to winds and be reckless,let it be so.
Why does  a woman need to put a facade of domestic goddess as if  household chores live and die at her command.
Women's day celebration means not having a guillotine hanging on neck to finish her task,let it remain undone,however formidable it may be.she should not compel herself to do what irks her.  Women do feel super woman at a moment and Minnie mouse the other,let this ambivalence persist,she loves bieng spoilt sometimes,she doesn't have to plaster her performance on a bill board . women's day is speaking out her mind,stopping fake jaunty attitude,not to feign cheer fearing it may put off others.She needs to vent out to unload her emotional weight.

Women  at times want an unconditional acceptance and understanding,rejecting the synthetic happiness,not always she likes to give a guiless smile,let her give a sardonic and wry one if she wants.
Women are not there to bear testimony to elegance,beauty and courage always,she may act quirky, grouchy,whimsical and boorish.Let her be what she feels,allow her to tweak and revamp according to her wishes and fancies!!!!


Comments

  1. Unknown8 March 2020 at 19:33

    Very nicely written.

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  2. shanu8 March 2020 at 19:57

    "let her be".... beautifully put across.

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  3. Synchronicity Diva8 March 2020 at 20:48

    Lovely post!

    World needs a woman's day because other days are not hers. Just like we need special women cells to protect women because they are often unsafe even within their families. If we treated women as humans, we wouldn't need special activities.

    May all days be human days so we treat ourselves and others with love.


    "Your exercise in love is complete only when you can embrace every living being on the planet. "

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    1. Dr Rekha Jad8 March 2020 at 21:36

      Exactly,love for humanity is the panacea which the planet is in need of!!

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  4. Solitary Reaper8 March 2020 at 21:22

    Beautifully written!

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