A slowly filling
Silence;
Muted by the
Melody;
Of heartbeats
Soft;
Cosseted by wafting
Unspoken words;
Life moves within.
Surging, rushing
Feelings
From within to without...
I give expression to
The Unique Me.
I am a woman
Warm, Worthy
I know!
Holding that key
To Shakthi, and Shanti
I am Janani Jeeva...
I am life...
Procreator,
Not just of life,
But of love
Of just Being.
By Usha Pisharody, 8 March, 2009
I believe
''Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got.''
Sadly a woman who is the creator of life still finds herself second to her progeny because of gender.
As a woman I only ask for two things: equality and justice. So that in future we don't need a special day to commemorate women.By Solilo ,8th March 2009
***************************As long as a woman is made to feel weak BECAUSE she is a woman,as long as she faces hurdles both visible and invisible BECAUSE she is a woman, the scenario in India is unlikely to change.
The day when a woman in India can live on her own without fear ,without the terror that she might be targetted because she is a woman.The day a woman is not to made feel less because she is a woman.
The day a woman in India is treated as an equal not just in word but in spirit. That will be the day a woman will find what it means to simply be a human being.
Nothing more,nothing less.
Our bodies.
Our life.
Our right to decide.
''The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.'' ~Roseanne BarrBy Indyeah, 8th March 2009
Being me?
but for now...
Just some random thoughts ….
Being free of conditioning…
Not having to watch women believe they are weaker...
Being able to see that it's not about religion, culture, class …
Of refusing to buy such divides.
Of being able to show no matter what name we call her by,
God does not condone injustice in her name.
Whether it is a Jesme Raphael who risks being declared mad for speaking out,
Or another helpless sister being paraded in the streets of Orrisa,
An Imrana being told to marry her father in law because he raped her,
Or a Bilkis who became statistics...
Girls in Mangalore being taught a lesson just for being girls,
Or women in slums battered every evening because their husbands need no Pubs or Indian culture...
Or some other mothers whose children cannot pray to her god,
Because they married a man who worships another god.
It is never about religion or culture.
Just like rape is not about sex
And molestation has nothing to do with how provocatively a girl was dressed.
Being me
Would also be a refusal to fall into any divisive traps,
Of how my subjugation is better (or worse) than yours.
Of if I have not worked as a field hand,
Does not mean I can’t see how wrong it is to pay her less because she belongs to another gender.
Being me would also mean I will not put down another woman
no matter how many times I am warned
How unfairly prettier or obscenely successful she is.
Being me would mean being too self assured to allow this devious divisiveness
To make me forget that a trap is just a trap
And every trap is an obstacle in the race against prejudice,
Being me would be going overboard sometimes.
But never forgetting any of this....