Om Purity Namah

Special, wonderful, sumptuous, beautiful. These were the four words that shout out loud in my mind. This was Monday morning 3:18 Am. I was watching Real Steel, a Steven Spielberg original about robots and these concoctive words came yelling out of my mind. You ask yourself, why yelling? Because I am a twisted individual with a mind of the joker. Scar faced who bellows loud only to say – Hello to his little friend. I am a man with a machete. I am not going to introduce you to the topic. You already know her.

You know her because she is Omni present. She calms you down, she comforts you. She let you lie on her lap when you needed her the most. Her warmth kept you away from the immoral cold. No wonder she is special, no wonder she is God.

She has magic. Magic in her hands – those very hands around you, sometimes rustling through your hair.  Her hands caress you from the evil trenches and lift your sins that were to eat your soul apart. Her hand feeds you. Her hand feels you. No wonder she is wonderful. So wonderful you can cry.

You know her because she is extravagant. Extravagant to make our lives a little luxurious. She is a star that never forgets to shine even during the day. She is an opioid. I am addicted to her. No wonder she is sumptuous. So sumptuous that she makes me look poor.

She is exquisite. Just like that of the Kohinoor- one of a kind. She is melodious, gorgeous and lovely. So gorgeous that the Taj was built for her, a man Romeo died for her, a son cries for her. So mellifluous that a lullaby feels like honey. No wonder she is beautiful. So beautiful that she makes us look ugly.

Even after twenty four years, eleven months and 29 days of my being born into this society, I fail to understand her. We all fail to understand the Eve of nature. We have ostracized her, killed her, beat her, ridiculed her, and enslaved her.

For lest we forget that she is powerful, she has might. She is the Agni, but yet douses the flame. She is the kaali maa and still enjoys the attention of philanderers. She toils and she reproduces. She is the Ganges, she is the mata. She is a girl, a sister, a mother or a wife. She is A WOMAN.

 Let this 8^th of March be special. Give your neighbour, your girl friend, your teacher a hug and thank them for being a part of this society. Thank them for being Omni present, thank her for her magic, thank her for being chic, and thank her for being exquisite.