Women empowerment. Dark before dawn or brightest before dark!!?

As soon as I woke up, my cellphone was flooding with tons of mails, text messages, WhatsApp texts and permission for tagging on Facebook. For a while I got a bit worried, that for how long I’ve been sleeping!! Did I sleep for more than 10 hours or something? As it is Sunday I felt it was the case. But the moment I saw 8:30am in the clock I realized it’s been 4 hours, hardly! The curious cat in me couldn’t rest, so I woke up and just opened each application. And I felt irritation and regret, big time!! It’s WOMEN’S DAY, people are wishing me HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY,  tagging me into women empowerment posts, sending mails about it and everyone’s walls’ on Facebook are flooding with women’s day stuff. Gals are happily celebrating and guys are wishing every possible gal and making them feel good.

Not a bad thing at all, I like it, I’m not against it and neither am I trying to offend anyone. The thing I don’t like or rather you can say purely hate is that you celebrate women’s day, you put pictures and tag every female friend on Facebook in the post on women’s empowerment but the question is where were you when women were being raped, humiliated, killed and blamed!! A woman is raped and lawyer (a well-educated person I guess) blame her for what happened. He says it was her fault that she was out with a male friend. So she’s raped because she was out with a male friend. I wonder what kind of society we live in, where victim is blamed. A woman is humiliated because she is wearing short clothes!! And because she is going out with her male friends!! Well again, this hypocritical approach of our society doesn’t fail to make me feel disgusting.

The reason I don’t like to celebrate this day is simple, by celebrating this day people are cataloging us as weaker race. Those who are empowered or are strong don’t need a day to celebrate. You show your love to women on this day is fine, you celebrate them is fine too, but when you talk about women empowerment then it becomes offensive there. The concept itself of women empowerment is wrong, that’s what I feel. If you accept that women needs empowerment means you accept that we’re weak, because only weak needs empowerment. Why we never celebrate anything like “Men’s day”?! The answer is with you I guess!! ? If you believe in concept of gender equality then why celebrate such a day and try showing someone weak!! We women are already strong, we are equal to men, we are capable of things men are capable, then why we are labelled as weaker race? Maybe because men are not ready to accept that we are strong enough.

Women have become strong, women have become modern but men are still in that era where they think women needs “empowerment”. Well then let me break bubbles and tell you that we already are robust, sturdy, strong, tough and secured. Just accept it and save us the mess please. Half of the problems in our society are because people (the only reason of using word people is that, even a few women is included here) are not ready to accept this fact. They’re still living in that spell when women can’t go out at night, when women can’t talk with males, when women are bounded by thousand other things because women need to be “secured”. We just need to live in present and embrace the change, obviously change is always difficult but it’s much needed now, it’s high time we accept it; we accept that women are equal to men. Again I want to clear a thing here, I am not against celebration of women’s day, I just don’t like the concept of empowerment. Hope this article will make a difference or maybe it will be forgotten with time like every other article. But I had to do this in order to make peace with myself. Adios!!


An untrodden path…

When you were a kid, you had dreams, so many dreams and so many things you wanted to achieve. Long list of things you want to be and you don’t want to be. Every day that “what I want to be” thing changed, but still you were having a clear vision of it. May it be a doctor or a pilot or an engineer or an actress or a singer? But it was clear in your head that what you wanted to be like when you grow up. Back then a doctor was someone who helps people and make things right. You never knew that to get a doctorate degree you’ve to go through so much pain, competition, fear of failing & so on. Back then things were easy and you always thought to become something that is accepted by everyone.

I had a dream of sorts that I’ll do something to change things in this world, something that will define me, something that will define the meaning of my existence. Something that will make people feel connected to me, those people who dont know me, who are not related to me by blood or are not my friends. This feeling was so deep rooted that it never went away completely, though it faded a bit at times but it was tough to get rid of it completely. I had this feeling that I’m made for something that is not normal. But then when you are up to something that’s not normal society won’t let you do it. Your dreams should be ‘conventional’, you can’t dream of being something that doesn’t fit into the norms of society. So those dreams were suppressed for a while, and then resurfaced once I became a bit mature. It’s not possible to get rid of the dreams which are immersed in your soul.

With time I realized that the dreams I am trying to follow have a very rough and untrodden path. The way Robert Frost said “…two roads diverged in a wood and I took the one less traveled by…” I kinda felt connected to this thought always. I felt like this is my thought that I couldn’t pen down for whatsoever reason. People mocked me and they still are but now I’m sure of the road I want to take. Some mockery won’t stop me from following my dreams.

And then one day the realization struck… I felt this pain inside me, pain that I am failing. I read it somewhere, someone describing this feeling, someone shoving a hand inside your ribs and dragging your heart out just so they can rip it apart. I felt someone was churning my heart and the pain was agonizing. I still am struggling with words to explain how I felt. I lived with this feeling for almost six to eight months and then I started writing this blog 🙂

I will keep trying and a day will come when I will feel content about trying and achieving my dream.

                                                 I shall be telling this with a sigh,

                                                Somewhere ages and ages hence:

                                                Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

                                                I took the one less travelled by,

                                                And that has made all the difference…


                                                            Robert Frost