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International women's day

Well I am just in time to write about the International women's day. It 11'0 clock here and still an hour left for the celebrations. I am not very proud of my general knowledge but I have not celebrated International men's day so far. Infact back in old town of ours we use to celebrate just the children's day which is to mark the occasion called childhood. It was not until my grad school that I heard about this day. The day was never special for any of the women I have met infact they themselves were not aware of it. Well I guess they may not be that feminist or their cortex must be as dull as mine. However with the media boom here in this country every damn channel was fighting for their bread and butter and thus they started jumping on any thing they could starting from the valentine's day to rose day and god knows what.
I however personally feel that celebrating women's day is not all that bad as women hood is something worth celebrating. Can we man also celebrate our manhood...ummm let me think.....ummm. Ok I will put this across some of our friends from Punjab and Haryana notoriously known for female foeticide. I am myself from Haryana and I am ashamed of it.
Women may not need themselves to be reminded of their contribution to the human civilization but I think this day is for us men to sit back and think of all the women who has contributed in bringing us where we are.
World over the women is at the receiving end and I think it will still take a broad minded and more civilized human society to give deserving share to women. The international women's day is just another day for many but at least it reminds us how we as a civilization has been treating women as a second grade citizen for time immemorial. I hope soon we can celebrate this day as international equality day sometimes in not that distant future.

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