Women - The Missing "W" of Wo(w)Men.

When a woman writes about her journey, somewhere the ink in her pen becomes a lava of emotions and the content , instead of melting the reader , hits them hard. But, when you see things from the other camp , even when you sail in the same ship and you write about it , it translates into an experience worth locking your eyes into .So here I am , an unmarried , debonair, young adult man ,writing about the 'Family Sailors' of the Society , otherwise known as 'the women'and their journey from one family to another.

Why am I even writing about this. Well. If you have seen something that is worth sharing, worth being mentioned about and you have the gift of the gab , there are no impediments to weaving these experiences into words that the readers would want to decorate their minds with. I hail from a family with many women , across generations and this has given me a first hand insight into understanding the complex magical creatures women are. This has taught me , as I age how I should conduct myself in the presence and absence of women. More precisely , I know when to be the Man in a situation , when to be a HuMan in a situation when I have a woman beside .

Read on, as I attempt to weave words to conjure the illusion , a lady is.

Ever since the world discovers the baby is a girl , life takes her through a journey that has her switching roles at unpredictable contexts extending her mental fiber making her mentally strong , irrespective of her physical demeanor. Blink Blink and she is now a young girl who just discovered she has more to do than just what guys do. The transition from a girl to a lady, catches her by surprise and shock. People now begin to see her in different light as though life did some sorcery on her. Her movements, words , gestures and actions get redefined to her new role. Words that sped out earlier, now go through speed breakers and some don't even come out. Her hands and legs too, now appear to stem more close to her own body as one wrong touch from her can invite many wrong touches towards her. Every day has her evolving herself into building her own identity. Years pass, as she fights her own inner demons from not compromising her moral values as much she wants to let them out. She helplessly judges her own desires and instead of guiding her innate desire for "pleasure", she ends up locking them up, unable to decide which way to go. I sometimes think women's brains are "dams of emotions". Everything is held in check, but given the wrong twist to her ethical valves , the dam breaks and she starts giving a dam about anything.

Her Hidden Kurukshethra - How to tame the lady in her

The temptation to being liked, to being pampered,to being glorified, to be seen as a miracle sets a current of worldly desires in her only to come and crash at her Moral Dam. Some women, lose it, and the dam starts leaking which is when uninvited people come sailing into her and go out in a flash , just to enjoy being in her waters while she helplessly looks on how they came and why they left and who was to blame in all this chaos. No wonder, it never gets cliched when people say, women need to exercise better self control in an otherwise uncontrolled world we live in. It takes so much gut and gumption, to manage presenting herself to the world, satisfy her need to be appreciated and praised for her gifts, at the same time hold on to her values and not be dependent on others. To be a woman is to be a strong tree , that wants to bear fruits, that needs water and sunshine but also not appear needy. The one takes care of the tree is the reason the tree lives, but the tree in turns provides shade, provides food and warmth in return of the sweats that once nurtured it. One can't exist without the other.

Her Phase Two - The Garden Attack and the Flying Farmer

Three flashes of the wand and she is now a married woman. Changing circumstances and role update phase two gets initiated. 

Like a tree that gets uprooted from it's fertile ,deep rooted soil to be placed in a new landscape, a woman literally maps herself onto a whole new family, inviting herself into their garden as they look on with suspense. She is oblivious of the conspicuous Garden attack  she is about to endure. Some admire her for her potential to bloom colorful flowers, some adore her fruit bearing capacity, some scorn at her for the amount of water, space and sunshine she needs, to do this magic without realizing, one she blooms and bears fruit, their garden is the cynosure of all eyes. Some , just stand ready with an axe to cut her off from stepping on to the other plants that already are planted there. So that, her presence doesn't cast a shadow on them , so that her roots don't mess up theirs, so that her flowers don't overpower their's. With as much dexterity, her resourceful parents take, in gently carving her out of their land to place in a new one, to reestablish herself , to make herself live until she revives her original self in the new garden a woman sails the boundless oceans of human sanity and emotions. 

Some women, uproot themselves to 'attractive farmers on brooms', thinking they can place her better and this doesn't always end well. She trusts the flying farmer, travels with him, as he enjoys her presence, but when he realizes she is too much of a weight to carry, she gets pushed off ,to fall face flat. Some lucky ones fall on fertile grounds, some on barren lands and thus begins her new journey to keep herself alive. For some lucky ones, the flying farmer works as he travels with her and plants her in his own garden where again she might have to face the Garden attack described above. These family sailors, reinvent themselves , sometimes question why they are being thrust into situations repeatedly just when they were settling down. 

Phase Three  - The Final row of the Family Sailor across Ocean of Life

Life takes her through the different waters, as she manages to keep her own ship from sinking , as her captain tries to sustain their livelihood. Some rough waters catapult the captain himself, making her fill the position and still keep sailing., The sun sets and rises, as waves keep crashing on her to make her feel alive. Though sometimes these waves come with much force cutting wedges on her and eventually she doesn't get to see the next sunrise. Out of all this , I understand that man and woman are entwined to be together, to be around each other and to be with each other. There are times, when he gets to be strong and there are her times. In her journey to being the most attractive plant, with bright flowers and sweet fruits, she couldn't have done it by herself but for her own inner resources that stem from within and the external sources that nurtured her.There is no point in pausing to understand who gets the biggest slice of the cake, as the life that the man and woman try to build requires both his bread and her flavor. Live life, without losing vision of your role, your strengths and weaknesses. Whether you are a woman or a man. 

Like the title reads, Women possess that hidden 'w' , that ties the 'Wow' and the 'Men'. Wo(w)Men . In the end, you are a Human and one day you are going to return to the Sand. Until then , live this journey like it's meant to be . Peace...