Dearies, I work as a s/w freelancer, I have a toddler to run after and a neat little abode to manage. Some days pass by like a cake walk, some others like walking on fire - its a juggler's act all the way. Now that I am stepping on to my 30s, I sit back, put my feet up and reiterate my young journey. Memories and experiences flash by. And suddenly it is stuck at one point, going over and over the same lines like an old gramophone badly in need of oil. These pin pricks are small anecdotes of life which have hurt me, mentally or physically - let me share one with you.
I have seen the face of many a women distort when I tell them about my work. Mostly house wives - cant blame them though; the Indian housewife has had it all - managing the husband (the Indian male is the least emancipated of the entire human species), raising kids, handling in laws, keeping a home and cooking up innumerable meals - all this with no venting out. At the end of the day, any human being needs a way to puke their negative feelings. This venting out is conspicuously absent for the average Indian house wife; blame it on lack of time or lack of courage. Hence she is the most suppressed soul and a small scratch on the surface can ignite a volcano. I really do not find it strange anymore when extremely amiable ladies suddenly resort to showing their darker side when the conversation lands on the subject of career. It probably reminds them of a lost treasure.
A word to these ladies - True its nice to be successful and have a high flying career. There's always a lot of sacrifice involved everywhere. The grass just looks greener on the other side. We all are after the same thing, all the time - peace of mind. Shed the grudge and may I ask - "Will you be my friend, again?"
"the Indian male is the least emancipated of the entire human species" - requesting a post on this.
ReplyDelete