I, The Woman And Her Wishes....

Now I am little grown up. I play with my friends day and night. Seriously, I hardly stayed at home. My group of friends consisted of boys and girls. Oooops! Girls and boys J Time and again we would play games like, kite flying, jumping from balconies (ground floor balconies) hitting green glass marbles which I always lost to them, All of them. When I would come home crying, my elder sister would always tell me not to play with boys. They are bad. They are clever. They are selfish. They fool you. My logical mind would come down to just one question. If boys are bad, why do all families want them so desperately? Huh, why why why why??? At around the age of 12-13, I was very often instructed and reminded not to play with boys. My mom made it Taboo, forbidden kind of deal. I always have been little slow in life, even today. So, fundamentally, what people at the age of 12 were doing around me; I started picking it up at the age of 20 +. Weird but true. I guess my family had no...

Continued.. Everyone I met that day looked at me, gave a glance as if trying to recall and within seconds the expressions changed to a BIG big smile. Every single relative pulled my cheeks, showed the magical eye pupil rolling and showered tons of attention. Which in my mind gave me an impression as if I was one of a kind. Although a child, but somehow I knew that why I was getting that special attention. Thanks to our society as it comes to us so naturally in our blood. All the oldies of the families gave typical blessing and their words were “ahaa bada sohna lagda, Bhagwaanji nu keh ek chota jeha veer de deo” (looking very pretty, pray to God to give you a small cute brother) For a moment, I felt lost. If I look cute why do they still want a boy. Well, how much brain you could toil at the age of 4. I continued to enjoy the moment and the attention. After all, I was the only child in my family (after two elder sisters) who took risk of being different, I deserved it. I was...

Until one day.. I was 3 or 4 yrs old and was dressed like a boy by my family. It was a typical boy dress ( nicker suit) with hair tied as two knots on both left right side tightly ( like two small buns) I looked just like another cousin brother of mine and of course later I came to know that it was his suit actually. We were going out to meet lot of other friends and relatives that evening and Oh my my! u bet I thought I was looking cuter than evahh and happier than everrrr and definitely felt different and better. I don't know why? How I felt different was not 'All and the only' thing that evening. There was much more with all the people I met....

New blogger in town, Inspired by our society, traditions, friends and women in me. I will be trying to share thoughts, feelings, learning, observations and view point of all those I have come across in my life.  So all my readers and specially the one's who know me so far; You are in there too :)  Life has some basic and similar ground rules for all of us. Hence, any resemblance of  narrated incidents/story here is purely act of God or coincidental :D 

When I came to this world, all I thought was It belongs to me, all of it. Little did I knew about genders and the impact it makes in this beautiful world. Actually, I knew nothing until one day..