Its The International Woman’s day and I need to give a talk to a group of people (think they are women) who work for the 5th largest company in India. After much thought I plonked on this topic – Can you dance for your grand children?
Iam going to start my talk with a display of 3 different objects that will be presented to them. A nice box of chocolates, a fine silk Saree and a copy of Ramayana. Then I tell them to choose_ be truthful to yourself I would implore_ expecting most of them to say ‘BOX OF CHOCOLATES’
And if they say THE BOOK, they are lying and my party is pooped 🙂 But I rely on the truthfulness within every human being.
What happens when 3 such choices are presented? I will inquire from them. Then I will answer them saying a dance happens within. In some there will be a simple jig and in some a complete performance of a classical form. There is a dance of neurons that are in the three parts of the brain – impulsive, emotional and the rational.
And this dance within must happen.
An impulsive mind considers a woman as an object of pleasure or intoxication that is from the basest part of the brain emerging, and when she is looked upon as a home maker, a lover, a caregiver- it is the emotional side that is firing. And then when we look at her as an achiever its the rational side. Typically the woman is not either of these nor is she all of these.
The woman is the dance or the struggle that happens between these three. In Ramayana Sita is personified as this inner struggle of Jivatma. She is hence the dance.
Then who is man? Who is Rama? The result of all this struggle is the man. A man who willingly sacrifices pleasure and embraces Dharma. So the woman is the one who gives birth to a man she is the one who who helps him to emerge. Or as the Bible says “a helper suitable for him”
So we, as evolved minds, must look at woman from this perspective. We are here to celebrate the inner struggle of the Jivatma.
If you really want to dance for your grandchildren you ought to give yourself to these inner struggles. For it is these struggles that give you the pep in your goose step as you grow old, it provides the music within, you become wise and you are filled with stories. And your grand children will throw away their toys, their play stations, shut of the Television and want to sit on your lap, smell your hair, bask in the breath of your nostrils, swing on the words that your speak and get the joy of their life from you. And then will they be born.
Fear not to struggle… Oh Woman!!!!!!
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