Recently the television has been inundated with reports of female foeticide. As a woman, I fail to understand the reason behind it. Was the child's being female such a ginormous crime that a death sentence had to be pronounced on her? Imagine you sleeping in a cozy place, believing that you are in the safest haven and some monster suddenly appears and tears you apart...first your legs, then your body, your arms, your head....you are screaming all this while for help...screaming in pain...wondering why your mother, inside whom you felt so safe, is allowing this to happen to you...you ask her for help...she does nothing. The last thing you tell her is how much you love her. A foetus can fell pain, like all of us.
If women were so disgraceful that their birth had to be stopped...then shame on you men! How could you forget that you were born of a woman, without her, you would not have existed. You need a wife to warm your bed, cook and clean for you and also earn for the family if need be and bear your child. If the child is a male, then you extol her as a woman, if the child is a female, you kill the baby before she is born and make the life of the mother a living hell.
I don't know whether to laugh or to cry....don't these men know that the 'x' and 'y' chromosomes, the ones that determine the sex of the child is 'presented' by the father and that the mother has nothing to do with the sex of the baby? Still our society abuses women for conceiving female children. The worst of the lot is the women in the family who aid this kind of pathetic, lowly discrimination against their own kind.
We worship Lakshmi as the goddess of wealth, Saraswati as the goddess of learning, Durga and Kali as the goddesses of power...but the little goddess who is yet to be born is murdered in cold blood before she could open her beautiful eyes and see the world.
Maybe one of these slain angels could have become the next Kalpana Chawla, Sunita Wiliams, Sania Mirza, Sonia Gandhi, Indra Nooyi or perhaps even greater than all the women we extol today.
Imagine a world without women...imagine a world without beauty.
Doesn't our little princesses deserve to live...God gave them life, let us not take it away from them.
I cannot write anymore, my vision is blurred. I cry for all the unborn children and I pity their wretched parents.
May God bless their souls!
If women were so disgraceful that their birth had to be stopped...then shame on you men! How could you forget that you were born of a woman, without her, you would not have existed. You need a wife to warm your bed, cook and clean for you and also earn for the family if need be and bear your child. If the child is a male, then you extol her as a woman, if the child is a female, you kill the baby before she is born and make the life of the mother a living hell.
I don't know whether to laugh or to cry....don't these men know that the 'x' and 'y' chromosomes, the ones that determine the sex of the child is 'presented' by the father and that the mother has nothing to do with the sex of the baby? Still our society abuses women for conceiving female children. The worst of the lot is the women in the family who aid this kind of pathetic, lowly discrimination against their own kind.
We worship Lakshmi as the goddess of wealth, Saraswati as the goddess of learning, Durga and Kali as the goddesses of power...but the little goddess who is yet to be born is murdered in cold blood before she could open her beautiful eyes and see the world.
Maybe one of these slain angels could have become the next Kalpana Chawla, Sunita Wiliams, Sania Mirza, Sonia Gandhi, Indra Nooyi or perhaps even greater than all the women we extol today.
Imagine a world without women...imagine a world without beauty.
Doesn't our little princesses deserve to live...God gave them life, let us not take it away from them.
I cannot write anymore, my vision is blurred. I cry for all the unborn children and I pity their wretched parents.
May God bless their souls!
1 comment:
It blurred my vision too, Rhea. My world centres around a five-year old girl child not just because she's a gift from the loving God but because she epitomises life to me. Life in all its many-splendoured hues. Life ... bold, vibrant, beautiful. In ancient Hindu philosophy, life is depicted as a woman - replete with the most munificent and infinite reserves of strength, forbearance, courage and tolerance. And those who kill the girl child ... well, they too learn what life has to teach. Just that it is very often to late to look back.
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