So, I was born Roman Catholic. And as you guessed, my life was fantastic. Besides, I lived in Bombay city. Just like the four generations before me. My ancestors were always blamed for ruining Indian culture. English, weird meats, cake and wine, dressing supposedly vulgar. I was born in a open minded home, with not many restrictions on where to roam. Or whom I could befriend. I openly introduced all of my boyfriends. Well true, there were just another two. But, you get the idea, don't you? I was born with freedom of speech. Never made to implore or beseech. I enjoyed the same rights. Of my elder brother who sat beside. We were given equal opportunities. I'm grateful I was born in such a community. All throughout my life I wore, trendy clothes that never bore. Skirts, dresses and even hot pants, probably the size of tiny little ants. It's not just about speech and clothes. It's about respect and freedom, that many oppose. I was never repressed. I was never oppressed. I was never suppressed. Only after travelling a lot, I realized most women are dealt a poor shot. My freedom, my life was highly coveted. That's what I've always regretted. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do. Anything for some woman, even just a few. But, I wish someday women are given the respect, without being viewed as mere sexual objects. Stupid, inferior beings or just maids and cooks, only capable, a child to take care of and look. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved.
This poem is not intended to hurt the sentiments of any person/community/group. I am not a feminist, at least not in the way it has shaped up today. I don’t go around demanding equal pay for certain jobs where men bring in more revenue or insist on period leave. I don’t claim women are superior to men or more believable than men. We are not equal physically/emotionally. We have our sets of weaknesses and strengths and are unique in our own way. But, I feel very strongly about issues such as women’s liberation, respect, rights, education, female infanticide (fortunately sex determination is illegal and a severely punishable offence since many decades), sati (fortunately already abolished by the British), rape, consent etc. I intend to write many more poems pertaining to these issues. This is the first one in the series. I hope you enjoy reading them and I sincerely pray it brings light to pending issues.