8th March 2009
Facebook site, in my profile, I received a message to participate in a an activity organized for celebrating the woman’s day. The task was to click a snap and upload it with a para long description and thought represented via the photo till the 7th of march evening. I am glad I could do it well in time, I will share the same with you guys at the end of this write.
Ok, So I had no specific plans to celebrate this great day owing to my exams and simultaneous preparations being done in anticipation of 10 guests coming home in few days.
We left home early this morning to visit Ramoji film city, a spectacular place worth visiting in Hyderabad. On my way, I typed a message and sent it to almost everyone flashing their names on my mobile screen. I was planning to write a lengthy poem and forward, but lastly I cut short it to this- “She gave you life, She taught you love. In your blues, she secured with hug. Respect woman, make her happy. Women-be proud of being one. Men-make them feel proud. Celebrate womans day-Mita”. I received beautiful reactions throughout the day in respond, with the latest buzzing in at 12 midnight, all gave a joyous pleasure. But the two best which truly delighted me were ( I want to share them with you all) these, (1) from my friend who along with wishing me back, thanked me for sending the same message to her husband as well because that made him call her(probably they were no together today) and showered love which was so truly felt in her words she sent to me. And (2) from one of my best friends and well wisher, which I would copy-paste here as “Had the privilege of being associated with the most remarkable of my life. Lucky to convey her. Wish you mam, happy womans day”. What a beauty words give to the emotions! Hai na!!Thank you both of you…so much.
Coming back to Ramoji Film city, it’s a splendid display of impossible vision brought to reality with hard work extended across 2000 acres of land. Women were welcomed by the staff with smile and a small gift, celebrating Woman’s day. They had arranged special games and dances for women. I participated in one, I enjoyed. We tired out ourselves to the exhaustion by trying to reach every corner of that place, but we could hardly do it. After lunch, we visited two more zones mentioned on the tour guide pamphlet and decided to leave from there. A good blend of experiences ranging from grand welcome, site and set visiting, games, rides, lavish lunch, timely hoping up and down the inside tour vehicle, the stretched walking, to a small tiff with Dheeraj.
We left for home and throughout the drive back, I was trying to keep myself obsessed with the thought that Dheeraj behaved rude with me, especially on the Woman’s day and so I am supposed to look upset. Back home, no sooner did I entered the house, I marched to the bed room and laid down myself straight on the bed to get lost to the unconscious state with closed eyes. I don’t recollect for how long I was lying like that because the spell of the tiredness had fainted me almost. My mother in law called my name, woke me up and asked me to dip my legs in the hot water tub lying by the bedside. I saw her adding some salt into it when I was trying to collect myself in the sitting position. I immersed my legs in the tub and watched my husband sitting in the living room watching TV. I knew it was him who had arranged for that relief therapy for me because I had told him about the pain I had in my feet last night, and also about the one I would have had after this visit today and so he had suggested me this technique during the conversation. His act of silent kindness melted my rock soaring anger and I calmed down.
What a woman really needs ?. Some consideration, little pamper, faith in her, support for her acts, accolades for her achievements, rarely a thank you… but over and above, with or without these, what she needs the most… is… lots of love, unreserved love!! Love her, and she is all yours. She pampers you being a mother, she encourages you being a sister, she supports you being a friend, and she lives your life with her breath forgetting her own life, by being your true partner, your soul mate.
My fatigue slided down after the hot-water treatment and then I decided to treat myself with some cold coffee. But the dilemma was, how to send myself to the coffee house because Dheeraj was watching the film-fare awards and I didn’t wanted to take risk by driving in the dark as I never drove after the sunset, anytime before and anyways the clock was showing time much beyond 9.. I thought of walking down the lane which lengthens to around a kilometer and reaches to the coffee shop, but I dropped the idea so that I had not to take the hot water treatment again. Hence, I gathered some strength from my strong desire to have a coffee, and finally drove down the street, savored one plate of delicious Pani-Puri, got packed one for Dheeraj(all others had gone to sleep) and then headed straight to the Café Coffee Day segment in the Lifestyle Building nearby. I ordered one Take-Away Café Frappe with chocolate sauce and ice-cream, spoke to my friend while walking down to the parking and relishing the cold sips at small intervals, and drove back home to enjoy the left-over coffee along with the Film-fare awards being telecasted on the TV and watched by Dheeraj so intensely.
I had fun today, learnt more patience and gathered so many wishes and message to enjoy life in all sense and most importantly by staying proud for being a WOMAN- the epitome of strength, replica of forgiveness and the essence of love.
I wish, women all over the world get their share of happiness.
And now here comes that poem alongwith the relevant snap which i uploaded on facebook and promised to share with you...
Lying in her womb, I heard mom saying
“I do not want a girl, it’s not the safe world”.
She brought me to this earth, and loves me more than life
However, her action still displays, some fear so rife
I am a tiny girl, will bud some day in a woman
My mom, is so scared, to face those awful omen
Is the world truly so bad, are the men utterly mean?
Will I not live unfettered, as women earlier had been?
If it’s so, I close my eyes and wait till that dawn
When feminism can stem itself and get certainly fawn
When mothers don’t hesitate to bore the baby girls
When girls can thus securely, grow to womanly curls
When women can subsist without, fear of rape-abuse
Opening my eyes to such world, firmly, I will choose.....
मन बावरा , चाहे उन्हें
