Disclaimer: some readers may find the following blog post unsuitable for them, please do not read it if you are male chauvinist or sensitive enough to hurt your emotions. This post is written with the intention of humor only if anyone finds it objectionable, I am ready take corrective measures.
I was dying of labor pain. Doctors consoled me and said that as quite natural thing. However, I was very much agitated. My eyes were looking for my wife. I told my wife many times for Lakhmi hospital but she refused and said that as costly hospital. Now, I was surrounded by filthy wall whose plaster was almost removed. It seemed that room was painted long ago. However, what can I do? It was Indian custom to remain in relation with your wife whatever the condition may be. My wife and her parents were abusing me for earlier boy child. They were demanding girl child from me but I told them I have read in mythological books that child are god gift. However, all my attempts went in vain.
Now, I was pregnant again. However, I was much horrified of outcome and was praying to GOD. At last, I heard crying sound, doctor told happily about the girl child. When the curtain was removed, my mother in law told happily meri rani bitiya, Ekdum nani per gyi hai.
I remembered the day when I was still a child, my father used to tell me stories at night. He always told some day one angel will come on motor to marry me and on that auspicious day, he would be very happy. However, one day I got very good thrashing from my sister and was weeping. In order to make me happy he told me one story that he had heard a story from his father who in turn had heard from his father. I never believed that story. The story was as follows:
In 20th century, the society was patriarchal. To give birth was women’s duty. Women were suppressed in male dominant society. Girl’s father had to give dowry.
That was unbelievable so I never believed that story in my childhood. However when I returned from hospital, I started searching on my wife’s laptop (small sized computer). What I found was astonishing. The story that my father told me once was true.
In 20th century, male members ran the society. In addition, women mostly ran families. Women gave birth, feed child and helped in nourishment of child. However, in 2050, breast cancer rose as an epidemic. Doctors were not able to find the solution. Therefore, they started searching for alternative options. One day they noticed that if man did not feed child. Why he has breasts and nipples? They discovered that actually, any fetus was initially a female child and after some weeks, it turned into male or female depending on availability of Y chromosome. So they re-engineered the whole process genetically and made men enable of milk feeding. These characteristics passed from generation to generation and became natural. Many women revolution took place in that century for women liberation. As the society grew older, women came in leading position. Now, women were in every field of life, more advanced than men were. They started suppressing males. All the books, literature & whatever male related were destroyed. New history and literature were reframed. As time passed, male started forgetting their importance and became like slave. When women got dominance in society, they felt childbirth as a burden. Then a famous scientist came with a solution. Actually, she saw that a type of African frog could reproduce in absence of other gender also. When she searched about that, she found that frog could change gender automatically when left alone. Experiments were done on human males also. These repeated experiments made it feasible in males also. Genetically engineered males outnumbered actual males in a century only. Childbirth were made by operating the abdomen of male
That was very astonishing fact. I was amazed but was helpless. I could do anything for my men fraternity. The wheel of life moved in opposite direction.
On watching me reading abandoned literature my wife started beating me with stick. And I started shouting" leave me, leave me alone. I will not do it again"
“What happen Atul, who is beating you? What thing you will not do?
Wake up, Atul. Wake up. No one is beating you. We have to go to college. Marketing mam is very strict & it is going to be 7:45”. Hearing word of my flat mate, I recovered from my sleep.
Oh my god! what a dream was it. How much furious it was. What will happen if it become …..
