My Piece for the day

Nothing introduces you to patriarchy like marriage. Even if it is too late, once you see it, you just can't unsee it again. When it comes to biology, the only thing that is unrevervisble is a man and a woman's reproductive system, the ability to bring a child into the world and the ability to feed him/her.  The rest of it... I don't get it anymore. Don't you think it is strange, women are worshipped for fertility yet discriminated for the blood that bears its symbol . The worst of the marriage victims find themselves in ashes, with bruises or at times a penetrating uterus, so I guess an identity conflict is far too trivial to comprehend.  Photo courtesy: ChatGPT  Any time a woman raises an eyebrow, it is not necessarily a sign of troubled family or failed marriage. Maybe it is just a student, a story-teller or a wallflower observing from the hinges. While my own conflicts seem too first-world, I don't yet have the creative licence to share many of the st...

"Let them have the temples Just keep your faith Even if it is all a lie I like to believe  There is someone above us all Just makes world a little less scary" Even if it is a subject I return to every few months, making peace with traditons that erode my esteem, my sense of being has been an underlying struggle. I have also realised that I can't let go of my faith. It takes a part of me too. When you feel helpless amid people who yield power or have enough money to exercise authority, you need something to know goodness too has its place in the larger scheme.  Although I am extremely grateful, this year has brought in a truckload of questions. But I want to believe if there indeed is a God, he actually holds Kanha's calming smile. Somedays I need Arjun's friend, on others, the vastness of Shiva's Kailash...there are not many days I relate to Ram's responsibilities, maybe it is something I simply don't get.  If there indeed is a God, I like ...

It is so much easier for the world to see what a man contributes but a woman's struggles often remain her silent bouts.  The standards are literally so low for a man, not being abusive makes them amazing. For women, standards are so high that even standing up for themselves becomes a problem. What a woman does is probably only visible to her partner and mother. Because it is the only place we can safely cry and share our perspective.  Recently we went for a dinner where I was told, in a lighter note, how lucky I was to have my husband. I would never say otherwise. I always thank God for him and noone is more aware of what he brings to the table. But, despite being his biggest champion, it suddenly dawned on me how in the seven months of my marriage I have literally seen everyone say the same thing yet I have never heard anyone say he is probably lucky to have me too.  While he remains my biggest champion and sees through every single night of my struggle, tear and strengt...