Thursday, March 24, 2016

Freedom of Choice

The game of archery and khuru and many other such traditional games had always been a male domain. As a kid I used to see my male relatives leave home early during holidays to catch up over a game of archery or khuru. The womenfolk would follow their men a few hours later in their full attire, armed with liquor, tea, sumptuous meals and snacks. While the men played the women would compete with women of the opposing team over traditional dances and songs.
Over the years, I have witnessed women doing things which were once done by men. Women are proving that we can do what men have always been doing, and as a woman I couldn’t be more proud. Women should do what we must do; we should do what we want to do and that we enjoy doing.
Recently an article about a group of women playing khuru caught my interest. I was going through the comment of the observers and of the players. Very interesting indeed! So some people believe that the series of forest fires are a result of the womenfolk straying out of their arena. That was something I had never thought of, how interesting. Well, everyone is entitled to have opinions and who am I to comment on it. I am not a feminist, and certainly not a critic.
However, everyone is entitled to an opinion. I believe women playing khuru or any other games are a good thing, provided it is played purely for the joy of the game. As a woman, I would not support the idea of my counterparts doing things to prove that we are equal to men, because I believe we don’t need to prove anything to anybody. The moment we set out to prove our equality, we accept the fact that we are inferior to men.
I am a woman and proud to be seen as one. For I am one of a kind and nobody can take that away from me. Any day I choose to play a game of khuru, I will not hesitate to come out and play it, not because I have to, but because I choose to.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Discovering The Self - A Journey

This is my very first entry as a blogger. Yes, I had created my account a few years ago but then it never held much of a significance for me. Creating a blogging account was just part of the IT course that I had appeared (the details of which is not much of a concern to the readers). 

Of late, my mind has been wandering to my dormant account. Would it still be there? And what do I do if it is there? I really need a platform to pour out my thoughts, to revive that writer in me who had shrunk to the deepest recesses of my being over the years, as my physical being took on the enormous responsibilities of surviving and making home in this unforgiving world. Thankfully, it was still there albeit blank of any posts, 

Today as I pen my very first post, I also embark on a journey. I had lost myself, forgotten my dreams as I trudged on the path that lay ahead of me. My individuality vanishing with every step. The world pulling me in different directions. An exhausted soul, feeble and frail caged in the body of an iron woman. 

My post today is not some abrupt action. It is the result of a journey that my soul had traveled over the years; And yet the thoughts  are incoherent, as I ponder over the possibility of whether my experience, my journey, is mine alone or are there others like me who have embarked on a journey to the discovering the self.

May be, I do not make sense and then again may be I do.