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The All Rounder

Women- emotional, yet strong, sensitive, yet resistant, friendly, yet reserved, are one of the most marvellous creatures crafted by God, He shaped delicate shoulders, soft hands but a mind with powers undreamt and unknown. He added a generous sprinkling of sympathy, love and kindness. Well, perhaps he mixed a teeny pinch of stubbornness too! Once finished, God himself was awestruck at this exquisite creation and masterpiece in front of him.
  In many villages, women are regarded as some kind of an instrument for bearing children. She is restricted to the house and cannot enjoy the luxurious life and comforts that men have. Let alone villages, even in mega cities, it is manys’ belief that it only the women who should do all the household chores. Who cares about her dreams and aspirations? Who cares about what she wants to do? Does she want to go out and work ? No, who will have the time to bother about what she wants? Family commitments overshadow it all. Despite living in the 21st century, being 'educated' and supposedly 'modern' , some people believe that a woman is in her rightful place when she's at home.
   This point is highlighted beautifully in Sudha Murty's novel 'Gently Falls the Bakula' The protagonist , Shrimati is very bright and aspires to be a historian, but after marriage abandons all her dreams to assist her husband in working his way  higher and higher on the corporate ladder.
  Mother-in-law, daughter-in-law conflicts are common in our country. Mostly in villages, the boy's family demands a large amount of money as dowry, and when her family is unable to pay, the family works together to ill-treat and make her feel insecure. Nor does the daughter-in-law understand her in-laws. If one woman won't support another, understand her troubles and hardships, and encourage her, then why will a man? This is chauvinism at its very peak.
  In reality, a lady is the symbol and bringer of everything good- kindness, sympathy, trust, understanding, gentleness, wisdom, strength, intelligence, commitment, patience, power and tolerance. Life would be impossible without her existence. Goddesses like Saraswati, Durga, Lakshmi, Kali and Parvati are respected and worshipped. Why then, are women in some sections of society (India, parts of Asia, Middle-Eastern countries, third world countries like Africa and parts of Europe, North and South America and Australia)scorned and mocked at? Why are they not respected but threatened by men?
  It is true that men and physically stronger than women. I believe that that is what makes them feel superior to us and more dominating. But emotionally and intellectually, women are far, far ahead.

  Today, women are as successful as men are, if not more. They stand shoulder to shoulder with men and have made their presence felt in every field. The world has had many lady Prime Misters and Presidents. The Army, The Navy, The Air Force, The Police, The IT Fields, all consist of women. They have a few tricks up their sleeves too. They have excelled at boxing, wrestling, weightlifting, archery, badminton, tennis, martial arts and many other sports, Saina Nehwal, Sania Mirza, Deepika Kumari and Mary Kom are just a few examples.

I'm proud to be a girl and all us women and girls should be too! If we unite, we shall be unbeatable! So let us join hands! As the Greek Goddess of Wisdom, Athena said, "Laugh away all you want, men. The woman is working silently, diligently and patiently. One day, she will overshadow you"

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