How did you celebrate the International Women’s Day?
By messaging all your women colleagues/friends/relatives?
By calling them?
By having a party? Cutting a cake?
By getting together for some good old-fashioned male-bashing?
I didn’t do any of the above.
I didn’t call up anyone. Neither did I message. I didn’t even wish anyone.
Does it mean I don’t believe in it? I guess so.
I mean, do we really need a day to tell us we are special? By people who are equally special,if not more?
I agree, that as women, we achieve a lot more than men. In many ways, we are far superior to them. Then why do we want a allot a day to shout from the rooftops that , yes indeed, we are great ? Or do we want them to shout out our greatness ? Why this need to be idolized? To be worshiped?
On another note, can we really celebrate Women’s day when there are women being beaten to death on charges of witchcraft, that too, by other women? Can we celebrate it when 16,000 women applicants (supposedly well educated , from reputable families) apply for marriage with Rahul Mahajan, with a history of drug abuse and physical abuse? Can we celebrate it when women are still not permitted to fly fighter jets in Indian Air Force? Can we really celebrate when a majority of our female population has no idea about the Women’s quota bill passed in the Rajya Sabha and what it has for them?
We can’t. We shouldn’t.
There is nothing to celebrate, really.
I used to think that the BF is cynical in these matters. He doesn’t believe in the ‘Days’ either. But this time, I see his point. We, as women, and specifically as Indian Women, have a very long way to go , before we can even think of lighting that candle, let alone cutting the cake.
The world is getting flatter, we have more International exposure and hence, the brouhaha over 8th of March.
Look deeper, and it is all hollow.
Do go over to the Indusladies’ page on the Women’s Day blog entries. Some of those posts are real life narrations. I had tears in my eyes going through them. It was dreadful to think of women being abused at the hands of men. But you know what was worse? Women being abused at the hands of women themselves! Who then, can we say is liberated? Who can proudly raise her head and say that she is in a position to celebrate? Can the right arm rejoice when the left is infected?
Whom are we fooling then? Ourselves? The men? Who indeed ?
So I didn’t celebrate it .
But the BF did. For me.
I had a compensatory leave on Monday, 8th of March and the BF took the day off for me. To spend it with me. We ditched the car and took the bike, zooming across different ends of the city to run the different errands I had been planning for weeks. Our itinerary included visiting a college for obtaining a prospectus, visiting my gynaec for a routine check-up, lunch, movie, visiting a colleague of the BF who was hospitalized, meeting up with BFS, going through sample apartments in the campus where I work, house hunting in the outskirts of the city, grabbing a quick snack and finally heading home to the twins.
It was the most fulfilling day ever . And for me, that was what Celebrating Women’s day feels like.
To be with someone who loves and respects you. Someone who values you.
To have the freedom to go out and do your stuff.
To have friends who give you the most genuine smile when they meet you.
To have a warm home and hearth to come back to.
To feel, truly loved, deserved.
This, is my celebration of womanhood.