Journey from a misogynist to a feminist

Those who know me would be startled by the first part of the title but would immediately acknowledge the latter.

Everyone knows that nothing on this earth is as good as a mother, an epitome of sacrifice, love and care. But it is this obviousness, which somehow holds us back to admire these virtues percolating down to relations all and sundry, a woman has. The subtlety, sensuality, sensitivity and sensibility possessed by women are worth adulation to the minutest of details. They are masters of walking on the thin line between dependence and independence, perfectionist in matters (extremely low) of head but it’s their inclusive nature that lands them in trouble in matters of heart.

The notions I am sharing with you all have evolved with time, because as a child I would have contradicted with what all I have said till now. I will attribute the hater tag, I once possessed, to delusions one tends to hold during childhood. What irked me those days was the word "equality" that was so diplomatically used to favour girls. Similar misdeeds attracted harsher punishments for boys than girls'. For bizarre reasons, girls were renowned and boys deemed notorious equivocally for pursuing equivalent acts. All rules and regulations and regulators as well seemed to be heavily loaded to favour girls. And to add to all that I had always shared a great academic rivalry with girls only. Though I may have fallen for a lot of girls and had a crush on awful lot more, the egotist in me never hailed or appreciated anything more than their physical beauty. What annoyed me more was their inane talks and contempt for geekish fellow like me.

But yes one fine day the tide turned and this paradigm shift tranformed me to a ladies man. I had evolved from the faint secluded world of my childhood, poised to become more informed and exposed to the surroundings and happenings around me. As my age and scope grew I became a connoisseur of art, literature, culture and tradition. I reveled in artistic creations, which hailed and celebrated feminism but was equally aghast by the maltreatment and subjugation of women in history. I was livid knowing that inferiority of women was sanctioned by the well versed Aristotle, the indomitable middle ages church, the purist Hindu traditions, widely accepted Muslim customs etc. It was then that I understood the term equality with its true meaning and context and pledged my allegiance to it.

People tend to have pre-conceived notions about the ills in women but trust me when seen in a positive light they vanish in thin air. The first example that comes to fore is their talkativeness. People fail to acknowledge the interesting, stress busting and lively patterns even in their garrulous nature that help quash the monotony around. Many argue that women are unable to find friends amongst themselves owing to their jealous and possessive nature. But isn’t it the nature's rule (or a scientific discovery) that opposites attract (and same poles repel).

I have always held the view that women have a distinct way of handling situations good or bad, people virtuous or vicious, matters serious or hilarious, secrets mischievous or treacherous, which we ought to learn from them. I long for this education, and friendship seems to be the best choice. But this is what has made me infamous primarily by occasionally resorting to my flirting ways to spice up the communication between "friends". I thank god for blessing me with such a company of friends particularly female which helped me shape my views and life.