MY RED LETTER DAY

To all you ignorant Hindu priests and so called Hindutva leaders, my religion happens to be one of the

most inclusive religions ever on earth, like many I call Hinduism a philosophy of life, not just a religion, so stop maligning it. It's probably the only religion on Earth that worships 'Nari Shakti' or goddesses as a symbol of woman power. Since Vedic age, my country has given highest seat of power to women who had the right to choose their husbands, where men attended 'swayamvar' to prove their worth before a woman before she chose, where women participated in ruling a kingdom and were not just producers of children.

Even when India was under British rule, there were social reformers like Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar and Rammohan Ray who with the help of British implemented laws to stop evil practises against women like 'Sati', 'Child marriage.' 

So now, when my country claims to be one of the decisive powers in the world how come Hindu priests go back to the middle ages and bring back the dark era of suppression? You will not allow menstruating women from entering temples? You will make women go through body scanners to check if they are menstruating? The head priest of Sabarimala temple forgot if his mother didn't menstruate he would not have born. 

Kashi Viswanath temple of Varanasi, where i loved to visit I will not see you again. I am not ready to wear a saree to enter you. I would prefer to wear a revealing choli and blouse that Hindu women in Vedic age wore. I am not ready to cover my arms and legs for the priest's satisfaction. 

I am ‪#‎Happytobleed‬ and here goes a verse in favour of that.

RED LETTER DAY

And then the drops of scarlet dews trickled down her singed thighs declaring the fertile her.
Not the crimson blaze of the setting sun
Nor the red lights of a traffic snarl or rose petals carrying lost dreams
Strewn on her sleepy eyelids.
Not Scarlett O'Hara gone with the wind in search of her Rhett.

The cunning wizard turned the wand of crimson shame between her legs.
Throbbing head, aching limbs,
Cleaning the stains in vain on her innocent skirt.

Why cringe in shame?
Why hide your stains?
You are the fertile land prepared for the seed to be sown.
Rejoice another month of life with Venus whispering his charms.