There’s some kind of
restlessness, unspoken doubts, some fears, an unsettled mind. Maybe it’s the
age, where nothing can satisfy you. Future has become like a graph you plot, where you
try to trace the path alongside the ‘desirable’ imaginary curve you once plotted
with your dreams.
I’m a new age woman trying to
find my identity among an apparently reforming society.
My caste and creed aside, I
struggle to come to terms with the enormous disparity between a man and a
woman. Leave alone the instances of rape, harassment, eve teasing or any kind
of social evils we might have faced at some point or the other in our life.
What about the stereo typical judging of a modern woman’s character by her
peers, neighbors, colleagues and relatives? Many brave ones might put up a facade of ‘I don’t give a damn to what people think’, but the truth is
..EVERYONE cares, words hurt.. Either as a rude slap on your face or a dull
ache in your head that slowly comes to notice.
It’s a phase of modern age identity
crisis, where we are caught up in the new wave of liberation and yet so pulled
by the strings of old traditions and culture.
No! I’m not a rebel, neither am I
a die-hard feminist. I thought I can adapt to the new course of changes and
mould myself into someone who’s a near perfect blend of both the ideals. Little
did I know, that trying to balance between two different set of lifestyles,
would lead you into an intense uncertainty of ‘Who am I?’
Maybe this question has always
been there, brimming to realization during times of peril. Nothing can be done
about it until this question burns into the head of every woman and we do
something about it. Till then, I can only hope.. Hope, that at least once, I go
by my day where I don't regret being a woman.
