A blog of complete and utter random-ness. Hence the name : Igloo on the Beach!
You'll find poems and stories here ranging from lost sisters, to my account on a particular shade of lime green; from my dream of Michael Jackson to a curious girl. So go ahead, take a peep into my world, and I hope you enjoy!
The poem above, written by me, foretells the life lived by a girl in our culture, the Indian culture, where there exists an unfair (in my personal opinion) tradition of women having to cover their faces with a cloth in the presence of men or when they go out in public. Different regions of the country go by varying systems of this tradition.
Although this tradition is decreasing due to increasing modernization, it still persists in some urban and most rural parts of India.
Each individual has the right to change the world, or bring about a change in at least a few people's lives. Isn't not being given the opportunity to reach self actualization and instead being made to sit at home, with no education or a chance to work efficiently and to reach one's full potential, very unfair?
Although, pragmatically speaking, the cloth over the girls' face shouldn't hamper her ability to work; but that's not the case.
The "dupatta" or "chunni" that is draped around one's neck and over the head gets along with it some stigma, that has stuck around for centuries.
It has made the woman.... well, let's just say that's just one of the reasons as to why we're having to fight for equality today, shall we? That's ONE of the reasons why feminism exists today.
The girl in the poem is just questioning the tradition, and as usual, receives no valid answers.