Advertising Stay free? Huh? I don’t like staying free in the
midst of my period in this busy metro. My head hurts; and why the hell are they
in such a rush as if they are chasing life? I should have never worn a girl’s
skin. My parents are to blame. Not that I am not proud of who I am. I am just
sick of the baggage my existence comes with. I am sick of how my clock is
different from the rest of the masculine world. Just because I have pair of
titties doesn't make me weak. I have seen guys with huge devices crying like a
baby. Weakness is not measurable; at least the scale shall not be someone’s
physicality. Hell, I have kicked so many asses and all I had to do was speak.
Ok, that is probably why I am hated, right? But the point is does my
physicality make me weak? Huh? I am asking you. Don’t keep on reading like a
brainwashed sheep. I compel you to think. Jesus Christ compels you. Okay, I am
not funny. I agree.
What do you do? Nevermind. I don’t care. You are in a fifth
dimension and I don’t want to establish a two-way communication with you. They
may declare it a religion.
Ahh! Finally my stop comes. God, people cannot stop hurrying,
can they?
God, I hate this queue. The population, damn it. Cannot people
have sex just for fun? Do they have to seriously make babies? Look at what you
people have done.
I hate this mess, you know. My belly hurts. I am 22 and I am
still struggling to adapt through menstruation. I should have gotten used to it
by now. Hell.
You know, it is not that tough being a girl. But then again, it
is. I mean why do we have to have period? Okay I get it, guys have problem of
their own too to balance with ours. Like the pressure from the college or
office or the pressure of the career and peers, looking after family, paying
the mortgage, making tough decisions and so on and so forth. But I am a modern
woman and I have same set of problems like them, like choosing a career (I mean
you never know when your parents will decide to force you to have sex with a
stranger, my world is strange), looking after family/ or basking in the ego of
the self proclaimed money-maker (I will revisit this soon. I am not done.), not
being able to look after my family, not being able to pay the mortgage because
we are busy compromising to avoid clash of ego, conforming to Boss’s rant,
being abused by rumors, being ogled at, downplayed, manhandling, etc and etc.
Voila, I have same problems like them and yet I have to bear this inhuman set
of unnecessary pain called period, it is not a period though, it is a, umm, semicolon
perhaps. I am not complaining. Am I?
I love traveling in rickshaw. Time seems to run slow from here.
I hate it how man assigns himself this self declared duty of
service as if he is designed to look after family and nobody else is. Isn’t it
egoistic? I call it Grand Comedy. You are diving into the pool of poison and
complaining that you are dying, seriously? Their problem is so unnecessary in a
sense that it can be shared. At least menstruation is natural. I didn’t force
my vagina to bleed. You cannot complain about the problem you invented. Shut up
and solve it. Don’t abuse your wife because of your problem. Don’t dehumanize
us.
All we lack is better opportunity. You cannot tie our hands and
call us lazy.
I respect man who respects the fact that we women are imprisoned
in the prejudices of world. I mean you cannot prison us and chain us tight in
your prejudices and call us imbecile. Set us free and look at what we can do.
We made radium for you. We unlocked secret of the universe for you. Hell, we
even guided you through making an atom-bomb. We have been to space and back and
does it look fair to you to chain us and call us worthless? Everybody is
worthless if they are caged.
Look at this ugly guy. Can’t he be careful while walking and
talking on a cell phone? I almost fell. Bloody, Asshole.
But then again, I should respect the problem he might have had
that blinded him. Ugh, who am I kidding? We can never do that, respecting
someone’s problem and not judging them, can we?
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-To be Continued-
