That gasp; a gamut of shock, disappointment and
disillusionment that greets a female infant has that uncanny rhythm of monotony
in a nation so diverse.
That rhythmic hymn ardently revered to by the patriarchal
society; shaping culture and religion alike. Among female protagonists that
weigh a woman’s worth, Sita has persisted to be an embodiment of a ‘perfect’
woman, an epitome of inspiration to the Indian society. Her proximity to the
demarcated ‘lakshman rekha’ assessed her worth; the closer she stepped across
the line to freedom, the closer she was to the wrath of the ‘better’ half.
The ‘lesser’ sex is reduced to an inhuman role of a
commodity. Dowry determines her value; household chores her efficiency and
progeny her productivity. Dumb driven cattle that women are treated as, it is
nothing short of a shock to the society if she lacks the basic ‘training’
undergone: cooking, cleaning and multi tasking being the priorities. Freedom of
expression, even defiance and challenging the ‘lord’ of the house victimizes
her role as she succumbs to the tyranny imposed. True status of both the sexes
have been cast into oblivion such that to many a woman, domestic violence is
justified in terms of her failing to complete her ‘duty’.
Breaking the shackles of the fettered mindset, every woman
has, to this day, nurtured a slutty outrageous defiant whim. Many have ignored
it; much continue to wrestle with it and little has succumbed to this ‘treacherous’
wish to rebel for their rights. Nothing short of preposterous can describe
women who crave for respect, self security and freedom. It would be too much to
ask for of the stagnant society to grant them their true worth; to let them
sport their trends, choose a career follow their heart and live their dreams.
Yet, women continue to nurture their dreams and slowly step
past the ‘lakshman rekha’. Yet, they strive to set a better example of life. Yet,
outstretched helping hands slowly liberate the status of the ‘equal’ half.
Surely, such a whim has to be slutty?
