Dear kitchen appliances, doormats, aunties,
This one is for you, no, I wouldn't like anything to eat, I just want you to listen to me. Yes, I do know I have lost my complexion, it's just an extra dose of melanin that's showing on my body, don't worry it's not the end of the world. I want you to liste- no aunty, I am not studying to become a doctor or an engineer. There are other occupations in this world too. No, my parents won't start looking for a suitor in three years time, when I think of the future, leaky nappies and squeaky toys isn't what I imagine. I intend to do much more than be oppressed by my husband, I intend to have as much as voice as him. It must be unladylike, but if that's what it takes to break away from social norms, be it.
Aunty, I don't want to be you. I do not intend to learn to cook and clean for my husband who comes back from work, tired and waiting for his tea. I do not intend to worry my hair off in the tender age of 25 about what baby food my child will like best. I do not wish to gossip in sorority parties with other people of this kind, about who spent more money on what. I had an education not to keep my diploma framed on my bedroom wall, intended for my eyes only. I had an education, a very good one for that matter because my parents realized the need to be self-sufficient. You do not have to look down upon me because I wear what I please, if I am disrespecting my religion it's my problem not yours, your pseudo-worry is as fake as the smile you plaster when I tell you that I want to be independent. You do not have to worry about my lack of religion, for I see God differently from how you do. Your condescending voice that nags about modern women loosing their hold on traditional values, do not affect me. I do not want to be just a show piece in my husband's sleek house, I do not want to be the doormat that is designed to take everyone's mess. I desire individuality, set free from these chains of obligations and expectations.
There there.. that look again, no this is not the reason why my sisters are being raped. Primitive dogs that can not keep a hold of themselves are the reason why. Well obviously, men can't be blamed, Indian society has been designed to worship a Goddess and degrade your women. Men are superior and they shall decide, women are their play things and they should very much stay that way.
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This one is for you, no, I wouldn't like anything to eat, I just want you to listen to me. Yes, I do know I have lost my complexion, it's just an extra dose of melanin that's showing on my body, don't worry it's not the end of the world. I want you to liste- no aunty, I am not studying to become a doctor or an engineer. There are other occupations in this world too. No, my parents won't start looking for a suitor in three years time, when I think of the future, leaky nappies and squeaky toys isn't what I imagine. I intend to do much more than be oppressed by my husband, I intend to have as much as voice as him. It must be unladylike, but if that's what it takes to break away from social norms, be it.
Aunty, I don't want to be you. I do not intend to learn to cook and clean for my husband who comes back from work, tired and waiting for his tea. I do not intend to worry my hair off in the tender age of 25 about what baby food my child will like best. I do not wish to gossip in sorority parties with other people of this kind, about who spent more money on what. I had an education not to keep my diploma framed on my bedroom wall, intended for my eyes only. I had an education, a very good one for that matter because my parents realized the need to be self-sufficient. You do not have to look down upon me because I wear what I please, if I am disrespecting my religion it's my problem not yours, your pseudo-worry is as fake as the smile you plaster when I tell you that I want to be independent. You do not have to worry about my lack of religion, for I see God differently from how you do. Your condescending voice that nags about modern women loosing their hold on traditional values, do not affect me. I do not want to be just a show piece in my husband's sleek house, I do not want to be the doormat that is designed to take everyone's mess. I desire individuality, set free from these chains of obligations and expectations.
There there.. that look again, no this is not the reason why my sisters are being raped. Primitive dogs that can not keep a hold of themselves are the reason why. Well obviously, men can't be blamed, Indian society has been designed to worship a Goddess and degrade your women. Men are superior and they shall decide, women are their play things and they should very much stay that way.
