I woke up to a text message that reads, "On this special day, celebrate life. Take a break from your busy schedule. Let your hair down, have fun and do what your heart says. Cause today is your day." It was from a salon. I checked my inbox, and found it flooded with special offers and coupons from restaurants, spas and designer stores. I checked the newspaper and it was bathed in pink. I find myself part of a saccharine scene in the house, where the male members have decided it's my day and I don't have to bother about meals. It'll be ordered and delivered to the doorstep. I turn on the television and see the world cheering and hooting for a certain woman politician riding a bike to the parliament, where - on the PM Modi's wish - women will get more time to speak. In Mumbai, an organisation is treating widows to a free helicopter ride. All because today is International Women's Day. Yeah, yeah, Happy Women's Day. But give me a break! If anything, the day is just a rude reminder that the rest of the days are men's days. That even this sentiment is already a cliche, just shows all that is wrong with women's day. I never look forward to it, and I'll tell you precisely why: