Adam's Rib

MAY GOD FORGIVE MAN……..BECAUSE I CAN’T!!!!

  

“She takes just like a woman, yes, she does

She makes love just like a woman, yes she does

And she aches just like a woman

But she breaks like a little girl.”(Bob Dylan- :’Just Like a Woman’ – 1966 song)  

I grew up with the belief that I was made from Adam’s rib. God in his infinite mercy took one rib from Adam’s body and fashioned me – a woman, the delectable and unfathomable Eve. The years and life led me to doubt this sacrament and I realized that it was turning into a fallacy. I, an extension of Eve, not delectable and unfathomable in any way, ended up becoming Adam’s limbs, his very backbone and his very own punching bag. So much for the analogies that as Eve, made from his rib, would reach up only to Adam’s chest, would always be a part of him, feel secure and live in his heart.

Is man the protector and the head of the family just because he is the bread-winner? I raise my hand in protest! Don’t take me as being biased or a feminist. I assert that yes, man does protect, provided a woman shields him from all ends. Man prides himself as a savior, but I, a woman, am ‘his’ saving grace!

“The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world”…..how easily man forgets! He does not remember that it was a woman like me who brought him into this world, gave him to suckle the very breath of life from her body till he could stand on his own limbs. He depended on her for his very own being. In his youth, his keen and searching eyes found me, the Rib to pamper his ego, be a party to his nights and once again, to nurture and nourish him. I, a woman, brought forth into this world his child…..and gave him the privilege to become a ‘father’. I wonder, did he ever realize that he was so dependent on me….even for his own identity!

It has…even though it is too late….now dawned on me that we live in a male dominated society where, even today, women are still treated as second-class citizens. Though I, a woman has proved herself over and over again that I can do everything, I know that I remain till this day, an item of lust, desire, housekeeping and a baby making contraption.

A woman is still treated as a man’s personal servant or a slave. The main factor behind is the evident male ego, due to which we women submit ourselves.

As a woman I have learned that I have come alone and I have to go alone….I have learned that  a man is there for you only when he needs you, not otherwise…..I have learned that giving extra care to a man or pampering his selfish whims will do me no good.

“Do you see that woman?

She seems so invincible…..but touch her and she will flinch. Do you know why? She has secrets and she trusts no one. She is the perfect example of betrayal!  Because the one man she trusted broke her!”

This is not a revelation for women…the Diary of Sonya Tolstoy(1844-1919) reads…”I am a source of satisfaction to him, a nurse, a piece of furniture, a woman – nothing more.”

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