The Dumb A(ss)xe effect

So, a boy, just out of shower, his towel still around him, sprays tonnes of Axe deo on himself, and waits for women from around the world to run/fly/ ride or just drop from the sky and hit on him!!!

I say what an advertisement sirjee…. Because you think that women all over the world are more dumb than that guy in the advertisement, dumb enough to pull their pant(ie)s down just because that guy smells “oh so aw(ful)some!” and probably doesn’t bathe daily.

And this is how, Sir, you have succeeded in demeaning women publicly…

The anger is not with that looser of a guy in the add, it’s neither with the maker of that add, neither with boys who spray axe in the hope that girl might actually drop from the sky for him. The anger is with the thought that people worldwide have accepted that add, and that they find nothing annoying with it.

On the other hand, I wonder if the makers of the add have succeeded in cashing on the mentality of the society.…

I remember a friend mentioning how he wanted a girl with “all hearts and no brains”, and yet another one mentioning how a girl “with brains” is the family wrecker than a maker. So they’d rather have a girl who can easily be seduced by their charms and chatter, or even big moustaches rather than by IQ, EQ , killer guts and instincts and etc etc. (I seem to have defined what entices me!!).

I am surprised how the above mentioned add or the incidences clearly are the echo of the trend in our society, that how women are (or are supposed to be) the “Brainless” objects, typically to sit at home, wait to cook the menu that their husbands order for, then clean up after he eats, later make his bed and then sleep with him. Only if it ended here, she then goes on to bear his children, who will bring fame to HIS name, feed them, nourish them, only so that when they grow up, to be asked “aap beech mei mat bolo, aap ko kuch pata bhi hai?”

Its almost indecent (I consider it demeaning too ) how traditionally women are considered to be just the objects of beauty, to be showcased by the armchair of the king, or the head of the family. How they are supposed to accept the husbands their marriages have been arranged with, and oh of course “Your man is your God” type preaching. It’s strange that they are taught not to speak in a male dominated discussion, and to take a pallu, and to cover themselves in every way possible. Not to mention that they still get raped (even after they are covered from toe to head), and then are solely responsible for their own rape.

Why yes, the men are never at fault. Afterall, their gender gives them full right on every woman that they can man-handle, any woman they can rape. Women are, like wealth, their properties, theirs to keep, theirs to protect, theirs to sell and theirs to use.  Women must not, rather they don’t have any say on the matter of who must touch their bodies, who must live with them for their lives, who must they love and who must they fuck.

People might argue the situations are changing for good now. I totally agree, now many (Not all, mind you) men, instead of forcing themselves on us, will try to entice us with stupid attributes like chocolaty smells, because even now, women might be willing to overlook their dumbness, idiocity and brainlessness, just because they smell good.

(I assume that woman makes love only to those she loves, and not to anybody and everybody who comes their way.)

When a girl was born...

(Ek saccchi kahani par adharit)

Though it was not what we call a marriage of dreams, but it was my marriage none the less. I remember taking the vows of marriage, the promise to give everything to the man beside me, of loving him like I have loved none other, the feeling of absolute love and tenderness, relentless support, and unconditional togetherness. And in return, I knew I’ll get what I will give him, love, support, togetherness and a family. It would be peace, serenity, love and home all around.

Marriage happened, but togetherness and love were still missing. All that was there was a vicious cycle. The complaints led to adjustments, which led to resentment, leading to bitterness. The bitterness led to still more complaints, adjustments and resentment. All hell broke loose when this vicious cycle led to manhandling, a few other women in his life and curse words from in-laws.

Divorce was not an option I considered, I still thought of him as my husband, as he was the only man I had loved in life. And further, divorce doesn’t remain an option when you remember the efforts your parents put in to see you get married and settled, the nights they spent in preparation, the prayers they spent in hopes to see me happy, the lifetime of savings they spent to pay the dowry, and all other assets given to me in ‘gift’.

But as they say, a union in marriage becomes stronger when flowers spring from it. The birth of a child from the union of marriage nourishes its roots, and like water and sun together, parents come together to nurture the child, growing fond and caring for each other too in the process.

Therefore despite the weak marriage and broken relationship, I went against my own wishes, threw away the precautions and became pregnant. But I guess they forgot to mention that it had to be a boy to make marriage work. A girl would make the cracks wider still, and be a catalyst in it blasting into pieces.

Lying in hospital bed for 3 days, I waited for someone to visit and congratulate me on my motherhood, I didn’t know then that since I was a mother of a girl child, I was no more welcome in my marital house.

The questions and dilemmas in life have a way. They creep in when you are the weakest, make you think, cry, they keep you awake at nights, leaving you hungerless and powerless. They make you look for someone to talk to. When you find no one to guide you, they make you weaker still, and that is when you are tempted to give up what is right, and turn towards what is easier.

I dueled for days with the idea of leaving my baby behind, in the orphanage, and going back to the only man in life. It would have been easier to do so, forgetting my child, turning away from her, leaving her to the hands of destiny. I wouldn’t then ever wonder what happened to her, or would I?

Or should I kill her, once and for all, and save her from the cruelties of the world. A world that did not love the likes of her. I wouldn’t be guilty of murdering my own child then, or would I?

Then again, when I say that dilemmas have their own way of making you weak, you still have a choice to deny that way, and do otherwise. Do what is easy to do, and it leaves you weaker still. Do what is right and should be done, and it makes you stronger to question the authenticity of such dilemmas in future.

How about if I leave that fruitless marriage, that unfaithful man, that ‘conditions apply’ love, and be faithful to my own child, my girl, who when grows up, may face a destiny similar to mine. Or would she have to face a destiny like mine? Exactly…NO!!

I’ll give you the best in my life and in my death.

If I have to, I’ll snatch n steal the gems of the world for you.

I’ll never bereave you of what you deserve to have and to be.

When you need it, I’ll give you the best in me

You’ll never be weak because you are a girl.

You’ll never be burden to anyone because you are a girl.

You’ll be intelligent, smart and self-dependent women,

The one, which will someday be to the world, what boys can never be.