I am parasympathetic!

I am in absolute love with my country. Despite all the frustrating hypocrisy my people keep demonstrating at regular short intervals, I can never leave India.
I love my country for more than its physical gorgeousness. For more than its glorious past and promising future. I love my country for its women!
Now bring down those raised eye-brows and read on...
To me, the Indian woman is that lady I saw in a village who was carrying a bundle of chopped wood on her head and her child in one hand. She was drenched in sweat of labor. She was walking bare-feet alongside the dusty road on a hot summer afternoon, wrapped in a torn and repaired sari. There were other women with her, her social clones. She was talking loudly with them, her shrill voice interrupted by an equally loud laughter.
I can't see her in the urban or urbanised women who are aware of their rights and dreams.
Those women work like machines till they physically wear out. Thats the most amazing thing I see in them. To them, a job is a job and it has to be done. They don't complain or make excuses to avoid it. There is no hard work. There is only work.
They are happy.
They live their lives as dedicated as they are without ever appreciating the dedication themselves.
May be because their ego isn't as developed, or may I say, over-bloated like their male counterparts who dare to dream and demand.
Not that they aren't wise. They can dispense the most relevant advice when required. Some even head a family. Never like a decision-maker, but as a respectable advisor.
But their ego never develops to the point where they see themselves as someone more than their jobs as daughters, wives, moms and everything else that they are.
I don't feel sympathy for them. All I feel is an enormous admiration for their simple dedication to a life given to them by others. Sometimes I feel they understand it all and they laugh about it. They never ask for even an appreciation.
Their unbreakable strength is puzzling. Their simplicity is simply cute. Sometimes I wish I had huge arms, so that I could embrace them all as a thankful gesture.
Thank you mom for being such a great mom! (I love you too dad, although a week ago you remarked, "Oh! You've got brown hair!" And I was like, " Yeah... And I am twenty-two!" But I thank you for being the best!)



And I actually got parasympathetic a few days ago while returning from Vashind in a train more crowded than those BT parties. I was posted in a PHC there. Me and my sweet friend were standing against the wall near the entrance of a second-class ladies' compartment and the rest of the compartment was leanin' on us! It was stinky and stuffy. A beggar girl was actually using me as a pillow. I was only trying to breathe as smoothly as I could. Suddenly I felt a cramp in my abdo. And a few seconds later I knew my vagus was over-active. It was the most inappropriate place to have a syncope. But I had it anyways. I heard voices offering me water and chocolates. I desperately wanted a seat. I didn't lose consciousness totally. My sweet friend told me to sit down there and I followed her advice. My eyes were shut. We got a place to sit after a while. My hands were cold and tingling. By the time we reached our destination I was back on my feet. But it was an experience to remember.
Btw, Vashind is a one and half hr journey from kurla.