PHENOMENAL WOMAN
Once upon a time there was a woman, a wonder woman.
A phenomenal woman for
SHE
rose at the crack of dawn,
to draw a kolam,
bending at her hips, feet apart.
Splashing water on her face,
a hurried kumkumam on her brow,
coaxed reluctant twigs to kindle a fire
and boil water for the family bath.
SHE
dashed off to have a ritual bath,
and juggle between filter coffee and finnicky husbands, the maid and the milkman, an eclectic menu to suit the tastes of a grumpy family.
SHE
had time only for a cold, coagulated sip of what was called coffee
made steaming hot breakfast and lunch to be packed into tiffin boxes
carried off to distant schools and offices
where the husband made a face and said, “ O! how cold is this food!”
where her children screwed their faces, “ It’s cold and boring!” and threw it away.
Nobody knew what passed her, nobody cared.
Back at home,
SHE
swept and swabbed,
washed the family clothes over the washing stone,
shopped for staples and veggies,
rushed home for a quick meal
before starting the evening grind.
and then were the endless stream of guests to be hosted and feted.
Time tricked her, elusive and furtive like a thief.
Try as she did, she could not control it .
SHE
had programmed herself and her chores to the last second.
Still had NO TIME
to do the things she had always wanted to do.
to do the things that she liked and enjoyed
Her life was not her own.
She lived for others, who anyway said, “Oh! She has nothing to do all day!
She is just a housewife”.
Yeah, just a housewife.
Today the Homemaker has ARRIVED.
SHE
is a woman who knows her mind.
looks after her family
yet achieves her goals and climbs corporate ladders
is a Multitasker beyond measure.
is equally at home turning out a pasta or a POWERPOINT presentation.
Livewire, both in the hearth and workplace
SHE
is a cut above the rest.
has learnt the secret of managing time
has identified and declared her priorities,
has the space and time to do the things
SHE
had always wanted to do.
is at nobody’s beck and call. Her duty, she will do.
Firebrand! Livewire!
SHE
is the hand that rocks the cradle and rules the corporate world;
is the astute politician leading a fledgling nation by the front.
is the caring cook that tosses a salad and the careful mother teaching a complex sum.
The home she tends, yet her dreams reach out to the stars,
spanning an astronaut’s step in the distant galaxy.
Storming bastions is child’s play to her,
yet one last one remains
that of a rigid, uncompromising, superior social attitude;
differentiating and discriminating.
Woman of Substance, Superwoman, call her what you will.
Her spirit will conquer all
for is she not Shakthi, driving out the demons of ignorance and blind social traditions?
Victory is the mantle she wears.
Jai Mata! Jai Shakthi!
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