We have never had it better. We (read metros or some developed towns chicks) are being given the education on par with boys, our parents do not stop us from following any profession, in school and college we have a good time, select and drop boyfriends at our whims and fancy. While choosing boyfriends, we do not want slightest interference from parents, but if we run into trouble, of course, our wellbeing is pops’ responsibility. They must be there to clear the mess and hold the hands of their cute innocent daughters! We love running to mammas and papas if we are in our thirties!
Then deciding moment comes. Sorry not for us, but for our parents.
They search a “Mota Murga”, who stands the test of the most of the societal trials. Like a docile good daughters, we succumb to our parents’ choice. Our boyfriends get a tearjerker a lá Bollywood style as a parting gift. They never get over us in their entire lifetime. Disgusting fellows!
O! But watch us during our marriage. Whatever our moms buy for us, and spends on that occasion is not enough. Those langhas, lachas, or for whatever names they are known is welcome. This object will never be worn more than 2-3 occasions in our entire life. We poor things have these garish garments thrust upon us.
The jewelry, how we love these yellow and white objects. No! No! these things will not be suitable for office wear. But none can bet the good feeling of having it in the safe.
Who will ever understand how hard it is to strike a balance between modernity and traditionalism? Another irresistible thing is “Kanyadaan”. How can anybody defy the customs prevalent for thousands of years!
O! We poor delicate frail objects! Our shoulders are too fragile to bear the burden of responsibility of our parents. But when it comes to our rights ( read if our parents have purchased a substandard gift for our in-laws or husband) within minutes our shoulders are tougher than Arnold Schwarzenegger’s.
Its our Inherent right to extract gifts from parents on every possible occasion.
When someone goes for sex determination test, we still have the gall to lament the fact that it’s discriminatory in nature. And we neatly sidestep this “In life, there is no right without duty, and no privilege without obligation.”
For us, modern Indian girls, we are having our cake and eating it too. Though we are in micro minority, but we are setting the trends for other disguised Behenjis.
