Sunday, 31 January 2016

Being Woman....

While coming back today from family dinner on the occasion of my birthday,my car was crossing  City's longest flyover. From the car, I could see the three chimneys of Thermal burping out smoke and the tinkling of small red lights.
 The scene of those distant lights mesmerizes me. 5 years back I was, in the same way, sitting with my father and returning from tuitions. It was the time when my parents talked about my education, my career, my future. The scene reminds me of the pressure of IIT JEE and AIEEE and many other exams. Today after having completed my education and job, they talk about my marriage. Now, I face the pressure of marriage. The pressure to look beautiful, the pressure of being timid, the pressure of not getting married early.  And that's not the only pressure. I face the pressure of my job promotion, my MBA, new jobs and a lot more.
as I grow up, the number of factors putting pressure on me will increase. As I move on in life, I will have pressure from my in-laws to be a good daughter, from my husband to be a good wife, and from my kids to be a good mother. 
Is this life all about tensions, frustrations, and pressures? 
This is nature. It teaches many things. Life cannot be smooth. it will have ups and downs.
The biggest challenge faced is to adopt to the changing conditions. Nobody likes changes. I really feel upset that one day I will move out from this shelter and become a shelter myself.
Even the thought upsets me. Why should I leave my parents and move out? Why? I don't want to leave them when they will be needing me the most. I want to grow old with them, see their old age, spend time and record memories. But they will be more upset if i spend the whole life being them. Sad, isn't?  I am a girl and so I don't have the right to get old with my parents. This is how the almighty designs a girl's life.  Girls one day do leave their childhood behind and move into a new phase. Excited, nervous, scared they enter the new phase of life and like a liquid take the shape in which they are laid. This is life..!!

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