The archaic desire.

     "I am a strong woman. Equally qualified and hence equally capable as the 27 mern in this room. I have nothing to be afraid of." She tells herself as she sits in the room awaiting the results of the interview. When she walked in this morning  she was surprised to be the only female candidate for the post. She is snapped back into reality as she is summoned inside the room after what seems like a hundred years. "Miss you have the job." She is told and the apprehensive look on her face is is replaced by pure delight. "Yes, there were two or three candidates had better work experience but we have decided to hire you because you are a female."
     What would you do if you were her? Take the job or decline? If you say you will take it, then why? You have the job because you are a female. Isn't this a traditionalist backlash to gender inequality? We women need to understand that it won't be easy. Yes, no doubt each and every woman is just as capable as any man. She has every right to choose how she wants her life to be.
But are we truly ready?
Are we ready to give up on the free passes which come with being a woman?
Are we to not only change our lifestyle but also the mindset of the patriarchal public who question us ?
     The reservation for women. On a lighter note. the 'ladies first' rule. Yes, we want to split the bills but don't we like it when he buys us flowers? Will the modern feminist ever beat the archaic desire? 

Dusted and REdazzled.

      "You see that coffin buried six feet under? Yes. That one. I know for a fact that what it contains was buried alive." I gasp at the words. "And you know who buried it? You will not believe me when I tell you. It was its very creator." Now i am horror-struck but curiosity gets the best of me. I ask why. 
      "Haah. You will laugh at why. The creator was afraid. Afraid of the time when his creation would come before the world. He was afraid people would question its very presence. That it would be laughed at. That it would turn so weak that it would burn and crash and break. So he decided to finish it when it was yet to reap. He burned it, suffocated it, drowned it even but to no avail. It was stronger than he thought. It would resurface. The fool then buried it alive. He didn't realise that it was strong enough to take on the world. Now it lies locked up in that coffin. The creator visits it sometimes when he is low but never lets it free."
      I am beyond angry. I am so angry that I let out a small cry. "The creator was so blind that he never saw beyond fears. He feared the questioning eyes of someone called 'mom'. And the rejection of some called 'dad', I remember. He shivered at the thought of the reaction from his 'friends' and feared the laughs from his' neighbours'. He feared eyes that would look him down but now it is worse. He has fallen down in his own eyes and is struggling to live with it."
      I start putting two and two together when it hits me. My guilty face is correctly read. "You got it, didn't you? It is you who is the creator. And what lies in that coffin is your DREAM.Your creation. You tried to destroy it. But it isn't dead. See how strong it is? " I am numbed. Petrified. " Don't look so white. Time hasn't gone and it is still alive despite all your efforts. Let it out. Embrace it and let the world see. The world may not find it right but it most definitely is not wrong. It is the third."
This was a conversation I once had in my mind. That day i was dusted to REdazzle.
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