Recently, I got talking to a lady professor during the chai break at a recent seminar. In the course of our conversations, she asked me if I can come over and give a talk to a group of girl students of the graduating class. I said I would be happy to, but I need to know the profile of the students, why the talk, and such other details, before I can choose a worthy topic and confirm.
Just talk about Women Empowerment , she said.
‘Oh no, Not Women Empowerment. I don’t see myself giving this talk.”
“Don’t worry, tell me when you can, I can schedule it as per your time.”
“No. It’s just that the topic is very heavy. I am not qualified, yet.” I reasoned.
“I know, I know.” She seemed to understand, “We can do it on Sunday?”
Hey, Sundays are our most un-empowered days ok? Atleast, other days I discuss, converse, think, act – and do feel a modicum of empowerment. But Sundays – those glorious Sabbaths – are just the worse. Sundays is when Monday to Saturday gang up and rob me of whatever empowerment I have earned during the week.
Everything that I wanted to do on the other days, I have kept to do on Sunday, no? Buy that gift, plan those meals, cook healthy, read healthy, take that walk, meet with friends and family, repair damages to appliances and relations, iron those clothes (forget ironing the creases in life).
On most days, I believe I can juggle my day to accomodate a few things here and there, and feel – whatsthatwordagain? empowered. But hell hath no fury like a Sunday empowered. And thus, I have learnt – I surrender myself to allow Sundays to take over, finishing chores, doing the entertaining, feeling the feels – you know.
If you are still interested whether I will do the talk, well, I am thinking yes, I will. My topic is “Seize Your Sunday.”
Next time, I will talk to the guys during the chai break. They know that women are not empowered, hence they do all the talking.
I can just do the observing. And moments later, this writting.