WOMAN- An untold picturesque of feminism!!

There is typical thing about being a woman. They love to chatter. The actual term is ‘blabber’. They could be blabbering about the slightest and the most obnoxious things on this planet and feel good about it. They could go on about how they spent the whole day for the whole hour and never think twice about the trouble the listener is going through. Look at me, I am a woman too. Or let’s say on the verge of being one. A dear friend of mine once said, rather he said very recently, that I am a total entertainer package. Talking to me could save the world from depression and that I should think of running a helpline, a dire need of today’s stressful youth.
Well at first I found the idea exciting enough to give it a second thought. At least there is one thing about me that is helpful to others. Made me feel good about myself. But the next moment a dark chill gripped me inside out. I ‘bon-jovi’ed to the future of my well-being. And there I found myself become that wriggled bitch who loves grappling on every tit-bit of every second person’s life and munch on them to form a chain of never ending, proliferating, absconding and at the same time quite a mouth-watering byte that in normal Lady’s Language, we generally call gossip! Oh yes ladies and gentlemen we are talking about GOSSIP. Yes I am shouting the word ‘gossip’. Because it is a lot like drug that doesn’t leave your back.
And ladies, guess who does the prarambhik-siksha to this oh-I-love-to-GOSSIP world? Let’s keep it mellow dear. None other than our own mothers. Ever thought what the hell do they do on the oh-so-Imagedesperate kitty-parties. Well ask me I know-They bicker. Bicker about the another worthless lady who is also a part of the kitty-party but couldn’t make it to this one. Well the very gentle men of the ladies, even you are not spared from the bitchy motion-of-the-house. You in fact are the ice-breakers, honey. Doesn’t matter you are the saint or the sinner, you will be talked about.
They would talk about the same whole day routine. But that’s what all the ladies do their whole day. They would talk about some random festival or get-together they once went to. And then the juicy topic “Let’s do our husbands.” And when they are done drowning them deep into the crap of disgrace and putting them into the total abyss of dark pervertness, they feel like doing their innocent children. Those little beautiful pixies for whom they so-much enjoy their debonair womanhood and oh-so-cherished motherhood, they crush them around like some ‘total shit’ case. They could go on about how unreliable laidback and pathetic they are. How worthless their life is. And how much of a daft they could be. They find solace in putting their children in the light which they have always found horrendous. And then discuss the pros and cons of their very existence. Isn’t that called sadist? Not really because they belong to that genre of public which we call agonistic. They are all confused of the existence of the Almighty, how do you think they will interpret the existence of their children. Oh, let alone their children how do they look at the very existence of themselves?
See, this is the motherhood that we all celebrate. We look at the beauty and the charm of being a mother but the responsibility that it brings; we overlook it without even batting eyelid twice. They say “The childish sway will soon fade out and you would resurface as a great mother.”  But no one even thinks what the child really goes through when she is under making of the ultimate mother.
Confront it peers, you, me and every single lady-soon-going-to-be-woman is going to be the same ‘cringe’y way in five or let’s say seven years from now. And nothing can change it for sure. Because like is the way we Indians celebrate motherhood.

[Every thing said and told has been a satire for the Indian society and nothing has been meant to hurt the feelings of our mothers. 🙂 ]


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