Who is She?

She

Disclaimer- This post is a modest pour-out of sensitivities or rather it is my way of introspection, after hearing numerous elements of violence on women as circulated in various media platforms. We often feel proud in saying that "we have changed as a society and are now more human", but is it so?

She is strong.

She is empowered.

She is a Devi.

She is the centrifugal point of the world.

These sayings are some of the stinging satire of our so-called modern society.

Many say She has been liberated…from whom. She has been freed…from which conservators. She has been permitted to tell her mind…although her spoken words directly filter out from their ego. And yes, she has been allowed to wear anything …with a big BUT involved.

She is a day-to-day companion in the community. She can be seen administering home and kids, running in offices, standing tall in politics, cooking quietly in the kitchen, driving hard with a focus in mind. She is present anywhere and everywhere… She is omnipresent.

She is bitched among gentlemen and between the same types. She is condemned for being silent and she is damned for being loud. She is reviewed to be too aspirational and occasionally laughed at for her callousness. She embodies the paradox of a leader and a slave into a sole being.

She is liable for one and all. She is the one weighed down with fulfilling the hopes and beliefs of others. She cannot be a “Naysayer” to her responsibilities and duties. She is prepared to listen and obey without questions.

If she chooses to communicate about her unreasonable burdens, or her anxiety, or her necessity for assistance, or even the minute expression of a desire to be appreciated …she is labeled as grouchy and needy or attention seeker. She is queried on her efforts, she is enquired as in “who has asked her to do” or put in guilt with utterances like “this is your job as a wife or as a mother”. Her whole life is a split-up menu of timetables and endless chores and endeavors and nonetheless, her emotions, her desire for an equal partner-in-need is termed as whimsical.

On that, we as a civilization tell that she and her life are a story of triumphs. I wonder, this declaration is on whose account? On what gratification list her name appears? Who are those judges rendering judgments for her victory or failure? Or is it just a feel-good facet for them to read in books?

That dull and secluded soul… appearing bold and cheery… and who weeps quietly for the fear of being tabooed or a chirpy bird-like soul… seeming quiet and calm…and who can chatter her mind out through her writings or paintings- She can be anyone. But then why does she have to be on-guard invariably? Has she forged chains for life or has life allotted a special web of challenges to decipher?

Amidst all mayhem, she is striving to brush her talents, she is gawking for genuine respect and affection, she is determined to live her dreams and she is still brave enough to dedicate her life to others.

Life is her.

She is life.