She was taught to be well dressed, well-spoken and follow mannerisms but to never expect. She was taught to obey irrespective of being obeyed to. 8th March, the celebration day for that entity of the society, which is usually said to be feeble and powerless – Women.
I belong to the same pigeonhole and for me, this day like all other astronomical days was nothing more than ordinary, apart from some accidental smiles coming my way to hint me that it’s my day.
There was no spirit of celebration and zealousness towards beating the drum of my existence. The fact has dwelled deep till now that my existence is an individual effort from my side but collectively opposed effort by the viciousness prevailing.
Why would I deserve to be respected on this day like it’s an occasion, excluding all other days where commonly each of my counterparts is suffering the malady of being a rape victim.
That sunshine would be the best where I get my valid portion of respect and dignity everyday and not on some occassions which once made have now long lost their due substance.
They say that a collective intention is all it takes to put a screeching halt over rapes but at the same time why don’t people saying the same, take a notice of the opposing intention’s widespread?
The brain wave of mutual respect and gender equality will breathe only when every voiceless woman gets a voice and does justice to India’s daughter.
By: Ravisha Ranga