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Voice: "Sorry It's a Girl"

Art Courtesy: Chaitra.
In the maternity ward - There is a deep nurse voice saying "Sorry, It's a Girl".  Unfortunately this opening quote was spat on my face one day, and I had abused my mindful to that deep voiced nurse, welcoming my newly born daughter.

A GIRL- traverses her journey from womb till  till her death bed ,with a trail of voice following, every where on this earth, reminding her of her weaker stereotype, an unwanted species, still the bearer of progeny! This is the ironical supremacy of men that they carry on their heavy shoulders.

In a happy living room among happy family, there is one warning voice saying "You are a girl, behave, learn to sit, learn to talk, learn this...learn that...". A school. There is again one voice, for sure yelling "you are naughty. Behave. You are a girl, not a boy". In a college there are voices yelling "Girls, learn how to dress. Not less, not more"..and the limits are limited to the thinking of those voices that confine "That girl in a matchbox called Shame". Girl-Dare you get out of your match box there are wolves called super men set to pounce on you.
 Behind every voice is that sexist. Every human has a sexist in him/her.

There's yet another beautiful world in this same space bombarded with many other voices. "Behind every successful man is a woman"- Girl you are the ultimate power. "There is a mother in every woman"- Girl you will be respected and worshiped. These voices grateful to the female stereotypes are the ones that balance the woman's respectful living. Putting up a balance scale is waste of time. Our world has shown every proof of a typical culture obsessed with male egotism. One for show, One to act. Our women are physically, mentally tortured every second. One spends lifetime confined in 4-8 walls. One spends 4 months in Space. One has a majestic wonder of the world built in her memory, another is thrown away on roads or barn after being brutally tortured. Let's blame the man, lets also blame a sexist within us all.

Every second, India sees one case of a woman being harassed, tortured, mauled.  Call it a molestation, a rape. Curse the weak law, lament over the even weaker government of India. Blame the Police and securities. Ultimately we tend to also discover that percentage of a sexist voice within all of us. We want to abuse Bollywood displaying movies that trigger violence and sadism in the weaker men. But keeping in mind for Bollywood movies like "Mother India" where the mother kills her son over the security of a woman. It's inside every one of us that can strengthen any law, any government.  The smallest entity of any system is that human whose voice should balance that "sexist' within him/her.
Male and Female from stone age have been coded and decoded for their difference in stereotypes  They are different, not rivals.

India's notoriously named Rape Capital demonstrated its dirtiest proof this month as a lesson for not just government or authorities but to every single individual. The most brutal rape, physical assault ending in death of young aspiring student. Behind every such crime lies a voice, of sadism, ego, frustration, lack of education and morality and that unending list which we all know. Don't we? (Stamped Foot).

Of all, I demand we tune this voice that can make woman not just a beautiful body but beautiful human and most respected. Let's not simply shout" stop rapes". I want to shout "Hail you girl" and ban "Sorry it's a girl"! I demand - Don't hurl  bricks of hatred on her, but find the Cinderella in her!


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