While reading Mary Called Magdalene...

I realised that the life of women hasnt really improved over thousands of years of human evolution.

Even in the cities, below the surface, the attitude towards women hasnt really changed. Most of us still see our sisters as a responsibility, our daughters as a liability and our wives as an object in our homes.

As I read the life of the adolescent Mary of Magdala, I recalled, with some degree of surprise, the same things happening to many of my female friends today.

And in the smaller cities, progress and change are non existent words in a woman's dictionary. In the name of mordernity, we have developed a facade of tolerance.

I also realise that women themselves are partly to be blamed for this. For passing a legacy of subjugation and self rejection to their daughters for generations. For refusing to unite and stand up to illogical, inhuman male laws on them.

This is such a paradoxical world - we abuse, in actions and words, the very reason that we owe our existence to.