From this corner of the earth to that, that’s what we have
read, she had been in shackles of don’t and more importantly more of don’ts.
This is all the more true of last millennia, or at least five to six
centauries. Here and everywhere she was brought up to please men and serve
family, with no privileges in any sort of inheritance. She and her parents and
all her well wishers, hence, always dreamt of a charming prince arriving on a
white horse to take her away and make her live happily ever after. Ridding a
white horse always depicted a man of power and wealth. And that is why she and
her parents and all her well wishers prayed for a son to be born to her, the
only way to have a say on any sort of inheritance.
In the passage of time, time that elongated to ages, she
never had any practical experience of outer world. By outer world we don’t mean
anyplace like space but she was bound within the fourwalls with countless of
do’s and the never ending string of don’ts, peeping through the window she
could not but alas! Only dreamt!
Eventually she is now nothing but a romantic, always in
dreams, very impractical…I know, you men know it well and you women heard that
better all of your life!
Not very long ago, but recently only, three four decades of
freedom through education or perhaps the almighty pitied that she today finds
herself amidst the open field and under the blue blue sky… and the repressed
emotions of ages make her take a flight without even tasting the waters, even
before learning to spread the wings…
Hold your breath for this is just the beginning…and so most
of them bound to nose dive…but very soon the world will witness the azure
strewn with all of them. I can see few already gliding above those thermal
winds. For she is the one who creates the world, she is none other than the Mother
Nature herself! She is the one, who breastfeed the human civilization. Without
feminine power the world could not even crawl.
I love Indian culture for it has the seeds of vivacious
power to be unleashed. Hey you, all women out there! Acknowledge yourself! It
is celebration of feminine power. Jai Mata Shakti !!
(Pardon my grammatical mistakes. And I don’t mind being a
little high on spirits! Thanks.)
I believe I can fly,
I believe I can touch
the sky,
Thinking about it
night and day,
Spread my wings and
fly away,
I believe I can soar,
See me run through
that open door…
I believe I can fly…
I
Believe!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------मुखर
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