Every day I wake up and I question what is that makes me me!
What is it that defines me? Every day I have the same answer. Without
the slightest trace of doubt, without the slightest hesitation of
momentary thinking! It’s my family. It’s my ever gorgeous mother and
it’s my ever lovely sisters. That circle of the known connections of the
heart and blood do not just limit me in defining who are my family but
it goes far beyond that !
For, if I could have to paint the canvas with words, I would love to depict myself as an extension of these women in my life. Growing up in a family of women, a lineage of strong, independent women teaches you about life every single moment of your breathing life. Its humbling to say the least. To know that no matter what I become and what I achieve, its always going to be a tiny fraction of what they already have. It’s like comparing the vastness of this universe to a basketball.
As I was saying, growing up with so many women around is always the best that can happen to you as a human being. The relentless supply of inspiration unfolds itself gradually as you learn to appreciate that there can be no me without you. This I simply do not say because we are born of women, but I say that because we manage to survive in this jungle of a world because of women! You need tolerance and you need patience, and you are not going to learn that in the confines of a school or in the pages of self –help books. Only a woman can show you the true meaning of what it is like to be these virtues rather these being just traits or words.
A mother’s love is unconditional we all know. And we all take it for granted. But we understand what a gift this is to our lives, when we stop to think and consider it. No one will fight for you more than your sisters and stand in front of the world to cushion any blow the world throws at you. Women do things for the people in their lives because they want to and not because they have to. Its only the inherent fool in a man which makes the mistake of confusing love and duty; of confusing meekness with weakness and of confusing tolerance with helplessness.
Woman sacrifice every day of their lives; voluntarily or involuntarily! This true for that strong woman who maybe is sitting in the leathery luxury of corporate board-seats or of the woman who sits in the field sowing seeds for her farmer husband! The situations different, the medium different however the spirit, it’s the same. The strength of a woman is not in her arms maybe, but is there in her unbreakable spirit, in the vastness of her pool of love.
For those of us who are fortunate enough to experience it, we know there is no force greater than the fierceness of a woman’s love. For when they love someone, they love with all their heart, with all that they have, even with their names. So if you are surrounded by such a blessed gift, make no mistake my man! Hold on it ! As she will carry you through it, no matter how strong the wind blows, no matter how hard the tempest gathers!
Unfortunately, a lot of us are silent witness to all that’s wrong for them. Sometimes even the reasons for all the wrong. There are lot of talks around the repercussions for the crimes committed against them, lot of awareness as to how women should protect themselves. While all that’s fine and should be encouraged, we need to appreciate the fact that every lesson starts at your own home. Why is it that some men look at women differently, treat them differently than some others ? The answer is sometimes very simple. We should learn to learn from the women around us. They will always teach you the right thing to do. There is no rocket science in the fact that men must own responsibility. Why isn’t it that our education system that emphasises on teaching redundant information that are of no use in the child’s development, cannot as much as inculcate the good habit of treating women equally and with respect right from their impressionable ages. Why is it that the measures always have to be in retrospect? While we can debate on it endlessly, the fact remains we are still struggling to provide foothold to those who provide us with our lives. A bit of shame, really!
That is why I stress that growing up with women is a blessing. While you surely will enjoy the company of your buddies, but opening a door for your woman, or pulling the chair for her will never go out of fashion! Or Culture!
This is a token of appreciation for all the women in my lives, my mother, my sisters, my best friends, my colleagues and to all those who I will know in the times to come who through their resplendent spirit draped in passion of their loves, the glimmer of their dreams, the tip toeing of their pumps, (sometimes their exorbitant shopping sprees ..;-)) make me look good! Make me who I am! Give me a reason to try become a better person! Give me a reason to try harder! Give me a reason to believe the Gentleman is not dead!
Let the chivalry not die. Let the reason for our chivalries not die.
For, if I could have to paint the canvas with words, I would love to depict myself as an extension of these women in my life. Growing up in a family of women, a lineage of strong, independent women teaches you about life every single moment of your breathing life. Its humbling to say the least. To know that no matter what I become and what I achieve, its always going to be a tiny fraction of what they already have. It’s like comparing the vastness of this universe to a basketball.
As I was saying, growing up with so many women around is always the best that can happen to you as a human being. The relentless supply of inspiration unfolds itself gradually as you learn to appreciate that there can be no me without you. This I simply do not say because we are born of women, but I say that because we manage to survive in this jungle of a world because of women! You need tolerance and you need patience, and you are not going to learn that in the confines of a school or in the pages of self –help books. Only a woman can show you the true meaning of what it is like to be these virtues rather these being just traits or words.
A mother’s love is unconditional we all know. And we all take it for granted. But we understand what a gift this is to our lives, when we stop to think and consider it. No one will fight for you more than your sisters and stand in front of the world to cushion any blow the world throws at you. Women do things for the people in their lives because they want to and not because they have to. Its only the inherent fool in a man which makes the mistake of confusing love and duty; of confusing meekness with weakness and of confusing tolerance with helplessness.
Woman sacrifice every day of their lives; voluntarily or involuntarily! This true for that strong woman who maybe is sitting in the leathery luxury of corporate board-seats or of the woman who sits in the field sowing seeds for her farmer husband! The situations different, the medium different however the spirit, it’s the same. The strength of a woman is not in her arms maybe, but is there in her unbreakable spirit, in the vastness of her pool of love.
For those of us who are fortunate enough to experience it, we know there is no force greater than the fierceness of a woman’s love. For when they love someone, they love with all their heart, with all that they have, even with their names. So if you are surrounded by such a blessed gift, make no mistake my man! Hold on it ! As she will carry you through it, no matter how strong the wind blows, no matter how hard the tempest gathers!
Unfortunately, a lot of us are silent witness to all that’s wrong for them. Sometimes even the reasons for all the wrong. There are lot of talks around the repercussions for the crimes committed against them, lot of awareness as to how women should protect themselves. While all that’s fine and should be encouraged, we need to appreciate the fact that every lesson starts at your own home. Why is it that some men look at women differently, treat them differently than some others ? The answer is sometimes very simple. We should learn to learn from the women around us. They will always teach you the right thing to do. There is no rocket science in the fact that men must own responsibility. Why isn’t it that our education system that emphasises on teaching redundant information that are of no use in the child’s development, cannot as much as inculcate the good habit of treating women equally and with respect right from their impressionable ages. Why is it that the measures always have to be in retrospect? While we can debate on it endlessly, the fact remains we are still struggling to provide foothold to those who provide us with our lives. A bit of shame, really!
That is why I stress that growing up with women is a blessing. While you surely will enjoy the company of your buddies, but opening a door for your woman, or pulling the chair for her will never go out of fashion! Or Culture!
This is a token of appreciation for all the women in my lives, my mother, my sisters, my best friends, my colleagues and to all those who I will know in the times to come who through their resplendent spirit draped in passion of their loves, the glimmer of their dreams, the tip toeing of their pumps, (sometimes their exorbitant shopping sprees ..;-)) make me look good! Make me who I am! Give me a reason to try become a better person! Give me a reason to try harder! Give me a reason to believe the Gentleman is not dead!
Let the chivalry not die. Let the reason for our chivalries not die.
