All of us travel through a lot of different paths in our life. Of all these the most difficult one is the path that leaves from the home we have grown up and where we were loved for even the worst mistakes, and ends at the door step of a new world where you are just like the platform, you are the base for everything , but you are seldom noticed.
This is the journey every woman travels once in her life time and will never forget the distance covered. In every moment of her life henceforth, she will remember that the love in the starting and the end were the same though there was a significant difference between the amounts she received and gave.
The journey begins when she meets (or is introduced to) her better half. This one man walks into her life making all those fairytale dreams of hers seem true. He promises her love, happiness and care for the rest of her life. The truth is every two people meeting and marrying starts with the same " and they lived happily ever after", even the ones that go wrong.
Now about the ones that turn out good, are they really good? I am not very familiar about a man's point of view but i believe it is pretty much like this. A comfortable home, a good car, good income, an obedient wife, a couple of kids and he feels his life is perfect. What about her? What happens to her? She dosen't want the same things from life for sure. Her dreams of a perfect life does not depend on the size of the home, but on the amount of love in it. A big home just means a bigger place to clean. But a home where people are too busy to love is the stone that shatters her dream castle. She is supposed to understand when her career becomes merely a source of extra income which you have to break and continue based on the number of kids and financial stability of the family. She is supposed to be content when happiness is described by the number of people you are with or the costly clothes you wear. She is as hell supposed to cooperate when love becomes just sex. Where is the love in those romantic walks or in the morning breeze? Where is the happiness when it was just they both and could spend hours looking into each other? Where is the career that she strived to have, her parents gave up their whole life for her to reach those levels?
All of us women still remember those days when every dish cooked by mom or grand mom was the one you liked or the way you liked. And now, i am sure most of us don't even remember what your favourite dishes were. you will as well know what kind your husband and kids prefer at every hour of the day.
I am not talking about the freedom to do whatever we want and live our life at our will, but about being able to take those simple decisions of our life. Of what to wear, of how to talk, of what and when to eat, of being ourselves, other than just that wife or mother. To have friends who does not belong to the category of 'family friends", to have a life other than just being the homemaker.
If men prefer watching cricket to talking, that is fine, but please let us talk to someone who is willing to listen. If you prefer browsing on the net to help in the kitchen, just don't bother to complain when the number of dishes are reduced. If you don't bother to ask you wife is it ok to invite friends home, you don't get a say on her outings with her friends.
When every man points his daughter's dreams high, all i want to tell them is, your wife was there once and knowingly or unkowingly you also had a hand in shattering them. So you might pay the price for it.
So women, am glad you all made that journey, not because it is inevitable but because i am sure somewhere on the path, you did find out your worth and your value.
This is dedicated to all those women who gave up almost everything they wanted just to make her family happy and to all those men who supported their better halves in every way they could inspite on the conventional ways of our society (i am lucky to have one of them :), love you dear...).
This is the journey every woman travels once in her life time and will never forget the distance covered. In every moment of her life henceforth, she will remember that the love in the starting and the end were the same though there was a significant difference between the amounts she received and gave.
The journey begins when she meets (or is introduced to) her better half. This one man walks into her life making all those fairytale dreams of hers seem true. He promises her love, happiness and care for the rest of her life. The truth is every two people meeting and marrying starts with the same " and they lived happily ever after", even the ones that go wrong.
Now about the ones that turn out good, are they really good? I am not very familiar about a man's point of view but i believe it is pretty much like this. A comfortable home, a good car, good income, an obedient wife, a couple of kids and he feels his life is perfect. What about her? What happens to her? She dosen't want the same things from life for sure. Her dreams of a perfect life does not depend on the size of the home, but on the amount of love in it. A big home just means a bigger place to clean. But a home where people are too busy to love is the stone that shatters her dream castle. She is supposed to understand when her career becomes merely a source of extra income which you have to break and continue based on the number of kids and financial stability of the family. She is supposed to be content when happiness is described by the number of people you are with or the costly clothes you wear. She is as hell supposed to cooperate when love becomes just sex. Where is the love in those romantic walks or in the morning breeze? Where is the happiness when it was just they both and could spend hours looking into each other? Where is the career that she strived to have, her parents gave up their whole life for her to reach those levels?
All of us women still remember those days when every dish cooked by mom or grand mom was the one you liked or the way you liked. And now, i am sure most of us don't even remember what your favourite dishes were. you will as well know what kind your husband and kids prefer at every hour of the day.
I am not talking about the freedom to do whatever we want and live our life at our will, but about being able to take those simple decisions of our life. Of what to wear, of how to talk, of what and when to eat, of being ourselves, other than just that wife or mother. To have friends who does not belong to the category of 'family friends", to have a life other than just being the homemaker.
If men prefer watching cricket to talking, that is fine, but please let us talk to someone who is willing to listen. If you prefer browsing on the net to help in the kitchen, just don't bother to complain when the number of dishes are reduced. If you don't bother to ask you wife is it ok to invite friends home, you don't get a say on her outings with her friends.
When every man points his daughter's dreams high, all i want to tell them is, your wife was there once and knowingly or unkowingly you also had a hand in shattering them. So you might pay the price for it.
So women, am glad you all made that journey, not because it is inevitable but because i am sure somewhere on the path, you did find out your worth and your value.
This is dedicated to all those women who gave up almost everything they wanted just to make her family happy and to all those men who supported their better halves in every way they could inspite on the conventional ways of our society (i am lucky to have one of them :), love you dear...).
