The belief in reincarnation is implicit in our faith. We seem to have this blind faith that we will not get it right the first time, or even many times, and are doomed to take birth again… and again … and again
Talk about failing so many times in the same class. At least the gizmos, the technology and stuff changes – or one so hopes.
But do we get to be born as the same sex or even human again? I kind of hope so. Hence the prayer :
Dear God ji I want to be born a woman again.
Here I am not being original, we even have a soap called “Agley Janam Mujhe Bitiya hi Keejo”
I don’t have anything against men. I am as heterosexual as they come, and I appreciate my sons, who are very masculine, uff they are men, what to do. In fact if they think I am going out of limits or DIL is, they don’t hesitate to air their views, in no uncertain terms.
It is just that in my world view women hold the centre stage. Helen of Troy caused a huge war. Cleopatra was one kickass queen. Draupadi is far more interesting than the rest of the characters. Mayhem, blood anarchy … it is just what my soul craves for. No – not to be in the thick of the fight, but to be the cause of it, perhaps.
I find Ma Kali the most fascinating of all the gods in the pantheon. I am her huge fan, all my prayers are addressed to this epitome of female strength.
Women power … The Good, The Bad, The Ugly.
The patriarchy and the Khaaps fear us, and rightly so. We are the power that moves them, we are the sex that gives birth to the next generation and we are what they desire. Yayyy to womanhood.
Having said that, recently I have had issues with someone I call the Mother-in-law from Hell. Of course this person pretends to be
1. Not a Mother in Law
2. Not a woman (at times)
3. A crusader
I take objection. I love being a woman, am proud to be one
I have a very high opinion of women, they are ferocious when messed with. Darling Crusader, admit it – you are female. And your little toy/puppet/son has left you for his wife. And its got your goat. Your ferocity is proof enough. So are the six comments in my spam queue.
Sorry dear, I did not read the six of them, I just skimmed through. My Papa always told me not to read rubbish. It pollutes the mind.
I admire your tenaciousness, your ferocity. In my eyes your pain makes you great, an epic figure. Kind of like a Greek tragedy where a person immolates himself or herself for a lost cause.
The young will leave the old and build their own nest. It is the universal law. Will you, like a besotted fool scream in the face of universal laws?
I hope not. Faaltu ka drama.
You have within you power – female power. Rise above this and do something great. Dying of heart-break is not great – it is for silly fools.
Everyone has adversities in life , and everyone has had heart breaks, self included. So what did we do? We just picked ourselves up and re-invented ourselves. Women can do that so easily. We can be girls, mothers, sexy sirens, office workers and so many other things. Cooks, news reporters … oh the possibility is endless. The actress in us can be satisfied with the drama of all these roles.
Did I say I love being a woman? Well I say that once again. To be a woman in these times is the very best! Educated, independent and self driven.
Do I sound patronizing? What to do? Your big tragedy of sons leaving their parents for wives and their own kids does not sound worth the hullabaloo you create. It sounds like the mentality of an obsessed stalker. Do you do that? Missed calls, anonymous letters, stalking the son and his wife on various social sites, even visiting the son’s office? Ooops have I given you ideas, dear?
Yes women are bitches too – self included. I love that trait in me.
And I am independent, busy and do not like being spammed by comments like yours. I do not like being called names, especially by rank strangers who are pathetic losers and do not have the guts to write under their own names. Pathetic cowards.
FOR YOUR INFORMATION :
1. I am single, I have not met any man who can convince me to sacrifice my precious independence. Son Snatcher I am not! I decided my ex hubby was not worth fighting for. He could continue to be his darling mother’s infant. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
2. I built my own home, with my own money, and gave my sons a loving home. I can not be called a home breaker.
3. The third letter called me EVIL WOMAN. Hmmmm I kind of like that. It has a certain zing to it, power even. Good is insipid and does not have the same fire does it? So thank you.
Furthermore, I am a proud woman, and I will report any malicious mails that slander me and my family henceforth to the cyber crime cell. Consider yourself warned. I don’t make empty threats. I am tenacious and definitely more in touch with my power than you and do not lack courage.
I blog under my name, I do not hide behind identities and send stupid mails to people. I stand by my word.
I am a woman and love being one.
I AM STRONG.
Dear God ji! This navratri, I pray for the feminine strength of Ma Kali. I have found my rakshasa (demon) to slay. And yes, agley janam mujhe bitiya hi keejo.
The One and Only Ritu Lalit