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is she really equal to him

      Going by the situations and the way I was brought up, I always thought the society is equal for boys and girls. The school, where boys and girls were equal, the society, where all kids played together, the movie stars, men are as great as women. But as my racehorse-view widened, I could see the world with colors different than what was shown. The equality is still only on paper.
      Just yesterday I was attending this all college meeting for gender sensitization with a female friend of mine, who opened up the world to me so badly that I had to stop her midway. Women however free they feel, there is a patriarchal society driven constrain on her. Right from the way she dresses to the way she walks; from the way she talks to even the way she smiles; from the time she leaves home to the time she's bound to reach home; from the amount she's allowed to drink to the amount she's bound to open up; from the age she needs to start realizing to the age she's allowed to live free.
      There are some patriarchal arguments that try and cover this bias like lame arguments on "lajja"(shame) and "sanskriti"(culture). Though a quiet reasonable and logical one is providing precautions till the vices of people die(if you know what I'm talking about) but still, the killing of vices should be accelerated...

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  1. Anonymous23 September 2013 at 13:52

    this isn't just the observation. it is the absolute fact. brilliantly written.

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  2. Sudhir Swarup23 September 2013 at 18:09

    Thank you :-)

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