They have already tagged me to be a feminist because of my upcoming book and gender studies specialization. But trust me I am not – I am in Oprah’s words an “equal opportunity” person. I have screamed this often but they just wouldn’t listen!!! Then why do you write about violence against women, why do you support causes of the same they ask me. I pause and look around, I say I love pink and everything feminine but it has nothing to do with that somewhere someone whom I always adored wished I had a different gender. We love to talk about stories and go *tch tch*, but in my case, it was my own that gave me inspiration to talk and build me so that we don’t shudder till date! And I am not ashamed to talk about it – it’s a reality that still exists so why blame incidents almost 3 decades old? But then to make it the sole ground to wish for pink I think it’s more proving dogmas wrong than real craving for the gender!
But then saying that, I have always wanted a baby boy as vehemently as a baby girl. While I would love her to take on my love for poetry and colors, I want him to have the smile and boisterous laugh of my man. I don’t want a baby girl to show that I support a cause, just as I don’t want a baby boy to bask in that my child would continue the progeny!
I remember Shobha De having tweeted after the most awaited baby of the country was born that Aishwarya Rai should be made the ambassador supporting girl child up-liftment. Why because she had a baby girl? So is it that all those who crave and get blue cribs do not actually care for baby girls?
Why this today – 2 reasons and both with a bump. One of my BFF is of course getting loads of kicks these days and as I hear her over phone I wish she has a baby girl. Then i stop and wonder why and I go on to ramble that it is mainly because that I want to see a “mini her”. It has nothing to with my gender studies specialization or the census numbers of the country that haunts me – but just that I don’t belong to her hubby’s gang to wish a miniature him. The second one I barely know, but overheard her saying that she wants a girl to prove to the world around her that girls are coveted – it made me smirk!
What are we out to prove and to whom? Ain’t we out to build a generation that respects humanity in any form as it comes. Why make a color an agenda when it should be nature’s choice? Why build expectations even before the little shoulders are formed?
Little bundles wrapped in white flannel should be adored without a peek at their genitals, didn’t they teach you in school that too peek into ‘private’ parts of others is a strict no-no!