O womankind! U r synonymous with frailty..
No the point is definitely not that u cant win over a grappling session with a man nor is the point that u cant take the same count of stones over ur head a man can..for that’s not ur weakness, that fragility is ur strength , that delicacy is ur beauty, something v love u for. . no m not pointing to that affectional , nurturing, caring, schmaltzy nature of urs coz that compassion is ur purity...it was u who proved its mettle before god to hold the divine responsibility of conceiving the mankind.. JAI HO !!!
But ur debility owes to the meekness, the docility u r blessed with, the indecisivenessthat holds u, the fickleness u r composed of , the bitchingg that turns ur bliss, the infirmity u stand on..
For why cant u give urself a break putting all ur mind to emulate every masculine activity just to flaunt parallelity with him..... why cant u tame urself when u turn ‘EVE’ and resist eating that forbidden apple... why cant u think ur own mind and need a male to take ur every decision when u turn ‘Ophelia’ (a shakespearean character)... why melodramaturns ur ever satiating sport when u turn 'Rakhi Sawant'...Why cant u respect and value, if something great is granted to u when u turn ‘Mrs. P. Patil’..(why were u found abusing the highest office of state)... why cant u accept being mother or grandma to urself (read-a girl child)..why cant u bear the sight of urself (read- daughter in law)...why cant u part with jealousy and suspicion u r always fired with...Why cant u stop nagging ur hubby for petty fancies of ur mind...why cant u even check ur 'munna' without charge of ur hubby...why do u think tears are the only way to get urself heard... why do u think carnal exhibition is only way to influence... why r u confused all time for ur own statements ....why sticking firm to ur words is not in ur business... why do u need to swear for every word u say........why fakeness and pretension are so deeply placed in ur blood...[ A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction. ~Oscar Wilde...] why do u keep assuring that ‘never trust a lady’ stuff by ur activities....Why even simple things have to struggle a lot to penetrate ur big brain... why when placed in sarkari offices u find it difficult to gather ur composure n r often found throwing tantrums at clients for demanding little work or little information( which actually never crossed ur mind) amidst ur chitchat and telephonicconversations u cant live without...why when supposed to hold a little secret ur belly shrinks to zero, small enough to absorb the matter... why u sometimes think utter illogical as if u r challenged to do so...why flattering is one thing I cant xpect to get something out of u without.... But why ur docility evaporates all of a sudden when asked for a mass bunk and take long to be convinced amidst which the teacher comes... Well I hope a day comes when v understand u fully and u urself understand a lil bit of urself...
P.S. Plz don’t advocate some list of influential women or the sort.. For ‘Mercury’ is liquiddoesn mean Metals are liquid.