8th March, 9 am, midnight... ;-)
tring, tring... tring, tring... screamed my mobile...
I pressed "Yes" to shut it up...
Hello Kari... it was Sachu, my mom, a happy voice. After a usual start she proudly revealed the secret of her happiness, women's day...
My Bharathi would have cherished every milli second of this day if he was alive.
By searching wealth for survival every day...
By babbling around to kill time...
...and just concerned about the suffering...
a majestic voice spelled this from nowhere... searched for it...
By betraying others...
By frustrating yourself for your sins...
In selfish desire... grow old in agony...
Eaten slowly by this society, then die in vain...
where is it coming from?
Like all those poor ignorant souls...
Did you think I will also die? Did you?
It was from my bookshelf... ahh... and the source of the voice said "Poetries of Bharathi"... who said he is dead?
straight talk; firm walk; rebel mind; brave heart; Indian blood; bold words; visionary; threatening mustache; suited and booted; simple living; high thinking...
Yes, it was Bharathi... looked into my eyes and smiled...
Bharathi, it's a pleasure to meet you today. 100 years ago, you seeded this day... what?... what are you staring at me for?... Let me sit closer to you and explain... listen...
It was you who...
made the fools realise that women are not slaves, they are masters.
made a revolution in recognizing the power of women and threatened men.
made the crowd realise that the women are the architects of the society.
made people realise that women are not a separate chapter, they are half of the book.
dreamt about this day...
It was you...
aha hang on, where is he?
Bharathi?... where are you?... Bharathi?...
oh ho... hmmm, he took his pen gun again... uff...
(alright... let me wait until he is done... just sat next to him...)
My mind master transported me 11 years back...
Women are weaker sex... spitted out Idhris, my colleague...
are they?... are they really?... immune people did not react...
No... they are stronger than men...
Strong enough to carry a life for 10 months... and create one...
They can do small things with great love...
no one, loudly again... no one can deny that...
It was Madhan, my friend, who kicked the spark... I joined him...
Idhris caught fire... and he was burning... poor fellow needed a water hug.
...words below sat on the paper which flew on my face and pulled me to the present...
Women are...
to read the universe and write the wonders...
to wear the beauty and walk the fashion...
to profession all over the nation...
to display bravery against slavery...
to demolish disbeliefs...
to cook the civilization...
to serve us the culture...
to fly moon to earth...
to create mankind...
Died are the race, Who locked women in the house...
Hanged are the immorals, Who treated women like animals...
Screwed are the hypocrites, Who thought virginity is only for women...
Gone are the days, Where women were forced to get married...
...the signature was familiar... yes, it was Bharathi's...
I looked for him... could not find him... where is he?
my vibrating mobile greeted me again...Happy Women's Day.
When I finished reading... Bharathi was smiling at me from my mobile's wall...
Here are few women among many, who I admire in my life...
Mom - for her blind love.
Grand mothers - for their loyalty and patience.
Thilaga aunty & Rathna aunty - for their fighting spirit.
Lakshmi aunty - for her shrewdness.
Easwari aunty - for her sentiments.
Tamil - for her maturity (and ofcourse for being my sister ;-)).
Lakshmi Bharathi - for her will power.
Ilakiya - for her confidence.
Ilavarasi - for her softness.
Priya & Malar - for their genuinity.
Sarah - for her leadership.
Twiggy - for her focus and courage.
Rest of the womenkind - for tolerating men ;-).
A salute to you all...
