#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
A thought-provoking poem about women's independence. Women still have to reach home by 8 pm and independent India still doesn’t let women dress as they please.
India got its independence 75 years ago
While we praise sacrifices of Bhagat Singh, Mahatma Gandhi and Pandit Nehru
Lost are the names of the women fighters who contributed equally to them
We seldom talk about Matangini Hazra, Kittur Rani Chennamma or Jhalkar Bai.
Most of us wouldn’t have even heard of them
Fast forward to 2021, in the era of technological revolutions where we have reached interstellar space…
Still women are struggling to reach home by 8
While Bollywood movies still glorifies character like Kabir Singh and slut shame characters like Veronica.
We live in era were we are judged by the clothes we wear
Visible thighs and cleavage is enough to slut shame
Independent India still doesn’t provide women independence to dress
Speak your mind? Too opinionated
Doesn’t speak? Attitude issues
Outgoing? Easy to go
Reserved? Too proud
Western dress? Too modern
Indian dress? Too old fashioned
Standing here I question you!
Is this freedom where you are supposed to walk, talk, work, wear, behave according to some stereotypical guidelines set by the society for women??
The day 48% of our population can be whoever she wants to be is when we truly get independent! #notindependent
Image Source: Still from Wake Up Sid
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