It seems that while presenting the budget, Mr Chidambaram cut the ribbons on Women’s Day celebration a tad earlier. By announcing the launch of a 1,000 crore ‘by the women, for the women’ bank. Time will tell, whether this is turning economics on its head. But I guess the feminine power and touch will likely ensure this to be no-scam-high-governance bank!
Cut to 8th March. So when the HWD finally arrived, the mood seemed feisty. Happy Women’s Day! The greeting rent the air, and the din of the celebrations vaulted higher and texture of the ritual shone brighter, perhaps bordering on brash. The HWD was embarrassingly conspicuous and noticeably loud. You have to be brain dead to have missed it! Celebration hung all over. The air was pregnant with a certain feminine boisterousness and playfulness. The pink seemed to be topping the fashion charts, a la Valentine’s day.
With such celebration of and for the fairer sex, men could feel utterly left out. I unloaded my angsty feelings to my friend. Hearing my thoughts (interpreted sexist!), she suddenly hurled ‘you are such a sperm’ at me. That sounded like a full on expletive against me and the male gender. I retreated, cowed and cowered. It was clearly not the man’s day! He was suddenly irrelevant, inconsequential and insignificant!
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On a serious note, it felt that the force of the ‘HWD’ has achieved the critical mass, and has lots going for it. It can achieve a very meaningful success, further multiplying the feminine force. But there is also an equally high chance of it becoming or descending into farcical, ritualistic, and symbolic. Rituals are essential, as they have a very reinforcing vitality. They send powerful visual imagery and words and slowly altering the soft layers of psychology and thoughts. But subtlety of elegance and meaningfulness is essential. It is essential to save it from becoming a race for symbolic celebration. It is necessary to guard against the might of the marketing machinery taking over the celebrations, and to be exploited by peddlers of the merchandise. It should not turn into a make-me-feel-good-pamper-me day. Too much celebratory joy and happiness will hang in the air, over a lost cause!
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The reason in me made one last valiant attempt - without men, can there be Women? But ofcourse the reason reasoned back - without Women, can there be men?
Ahh.. what does seem inevitable is for the man to wait and watch out for the artificial sperms to roll out off the assembly lines of genetic plants. He could then be happily banished to the gulags in cold Siberian desert. So much for the man but for whom, could there be a Y chromosome?
--La fin--
With Wishes, and Cheers,
mg
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