Fashion I thought
at first, I love being dressed up and cuddling accessories; but then why shouldn't I turn into a critic and point at the major faux pas of the year gone by.
All this sound so glamorous but is this exactly what I should be writing in my first
layout?
No, no, no I should rather talk about myself, being me, being a girl where my sexuality is a big deal for the whole nation.
No, no, no I should rather talk about myself, being me, being a girl where my sexuality is a big deal for the whole nation.
When I was born, my aunt cried at the first sight of me (she
was probably hoping a male child, the first of my parents) but there I was
born, a girl and that ached her heart. Did this happen only with me or there
were others who went through the same pain of being appalled by their aunts and
uncles (some even their parents)? Now do
we call her misogynist? No, because it’s not hatred, it’s the love for her
brother that she is wanting a boy, it’s the fault of the society that she lives
in, it’s the fault of her parents who couldn't teach her the difference between
the two genders (only if there was any!).
My adolescent phase was the best where I learnt more about whom
I was; a girl ofcourse and hence, the way I was suppose to talk and behave. You
start getting those stares everywhere you go; like for eg. In the market, people
will look at you like a freshly cooked, delicious meal for them to enjoy... I
definitely couldn't have asked for more but to get my sex changed right there
and then.
Now I am a girl of
25yrs of age and like any other parents, mine too are looking for a good (don’t
exactly know how to define this, but somebody whom all my relatives will give
up a thumbs up) groom for me. Now, there is a small hitch in the story, since I
am girl I need to get married by now and hence, the person whom I’ll meet or
whom my parents will make me meet will automatically be a good husband, really I
have no choice. But my soon going to be in-laws does, they will meet me, ask me
various questions (like if I earn then how much or if I know how to cook a ‘halwa’, a million dollar question indeed!), make me walk in front of them, will see if
my hair looks ok or even if my name goes well with their surname.
I should be able to change my attitude, how can I throw
tantrums, I am not allowed take a walk late at night, I should be covered from
head to toe, I cannot shout back at any indecency, I should obey everyone, I
should do everything if required - because
I am a girl... I am a female in this world of male hunger; I am
born as a prey to be fed as and when required.
**Complete work of fiction, don’t want to hurt anybody’s sentiments here J
