Well, It's always good to say - I am proud to be an women! At least, on this day; but the hard hitting fact is that none of us are, in reality. At least for certain point of time, we always want to be born as the opposite gender. I don't know about others, but I definitely do. Why? Let me tell you!
For the first, I will put the fact that being a man will help me to avoid all those recurring pains of menstruating. Those days are hard, really hard. Forget about all cramps and pains, it is really hard to spend the whole day during those days in schools, colleges, offices or wherever you are amidst those unequipped, unhygienic washrooms. God bless you if you are on a field duty and are travelling somewhere far away; public toilets are next to non-existent. Or even if you are in a sitting job, staying in the same place, sitting in the same chairs for the whole day with that pinching back pain and cramps is next to scaling a mountain peak! Am i exaggerating? Ask any women near you, you will get the answer.
Then comes the most inevitable aspect- the pain of molestation. Physical or mental. Since your childhood, you have to be alert everywhere; there will be touches, there will be winks, there will be eyes, there will be lips and there will words. On the road, when you are walking after office hours and you are in a hurry, because you have to reach somewhere to finish some urgent work, one or the other person will come from the front and will try to hit your boobs. If not, their looks will rape you in public. Those who blame a dress for the same, ask me. I have never worn anything other than Kurta-Salwar-Duppatta or Sari or Mekhela-Sador in my life (Except childhood days of wearing frocks).
For the first, I will put the fact that being a man will help me to avoid all those recurring pains of menstruating. Those days are hard, really hard. Forget about all cramps and pains, it is really hard to spend the whole day during those days in schools, colleges, offices or wherever you are amidst those unequipped, unhygienic washrooms. God bless you if you are on a field duty and are travelling somewhere far away; public toilets are next to non-existent. Or even if you are in a sitting job, staying in the same place, sitting in the same chairs for the whole day with that pinching back pain and cramps is next to scaling a mountain peak! Am i exaggerating? Ask any women near you, you will get the answer.
Then comes the most inevitable aspect- the pain of molestation. Physical or mental. Since your childhood, you have to be alert everywhere; there will be touches, there will be winks, there will be eyes, there will be lips and there will words. On the road, when you are walking after office hours and you are in a hurry, because you have to reach somewhere to finish some urgent work, one or the other person will come from the front and will try to hit your boobs. If not, their looks will rape you in public. Those who blame a dress for the same, ask me. I have never worn anything other than Kurta-Salwar-Duppatta or Sari or Mekhela-Sador in my life (Except childhood days of wearing frocks).

