The other day I was sitting in my office, listening to a girl reviewing for her friends, who were both male and female, food and drinks of a restaurant she went to. She uttered something good about the ambience but complained about the lack of options in non-alcoholic beverages, emphasizing loudly that she was a teetotaller. ‘I don’t drink,’ the words echoed once more.
‘You don’t have to say that…’ I whispered to myself.
Time and fate had us interact more and I came to know of her love for cocktails later. But she kept stating that she didn’t drink. I couldn’t sympathize towards her fears of being judged by a complex patriarchal society we live in. I felt rage, rage against an independent woman who had all the rights to be what she was and yet she refused to. And somehow, by refusing to exercise this right, she denied it to all women who might look at her for inspiration and motivation.
At least I have not seen a man hiding about his drinking habits. So why do I see some women being so shy of it? Why are women afraid of freedom. Women who think disclosing such a detail might incur judgement of character or might get them into trouble are only fooling themselves. All it takes is courage to stand and tell the world who you are when you’re asked to.
It’s difficult to categorize it as a personal matter. If it’s personal, lets not speak about it. Why proclaim what is untrue?
There are many such women who don’t have the courage of being to the world what they are. And by doing so they somehow paralyse their gender.
I find a particular statement paradoxical in the way it is exercised. And that is: Women are talkative. In the 21st century that we live in, I have known young women who misunderstand modernism, and while they happily believe that they are driving their world, they are not. It’s their fear that’s driving them into the cage that the society has already unlocked.
We can’t blame society for everything because we are society. There is, however, something that bothers me. Deep down inside I feel pity for women who lie in the name of reputation and grace and the fear of being judged. They are judging themselves. I am surprised by how much they speak and yet so stingily. The way they measure their words when they talk about themselves. I pity them because I see that either they are not proud of themselves or they are intimidated by the definition of a graceful woman they find hard to alter.
Women’s day just went by and I kept wondering why that was celebrated for in the first place. I did find myself googling it and the result was this:
International Women’s Day is annually held on March 8 to celebrate women’s achievements throughout history and across nations. It is also known as the United Nations (UN) Day for Women’s Rights and International Peace.
Although I’m not sure how one can honour and celebrate women’s achievements in a day, I am confident that roses, chocolates, freebies and discounts are absurdities that are not only trivial but absolutely unnecessary. There must be thousands but I know one way to celebrate it daily and that is by braving to speak the truth. Women who don’t stand for themselves by speaking the truth embarrass those women who have spoken truth for all of us to one day stand and look the world in the eyes and say nothing but truth, be nothing but what they are and never be ashamed of it.
Being yourself is a hard task. It’s always true, for when you hide a part of yourself, you are being hideous—that’s yourself. To those who are desperate to come out, you will help all women a great deal by just speaking. It’s the revolutionary era we are living in. Have we thought of those countries where women are not allowed schooling ? Where having a dinner with friends is strange, forget about a drink. That is taboo. We are living a life of their dreams. Do not let them down by being ashamed of it.
Women who proudly look at us with unaltered face and soul inspire the rest. They encourage others to stand for themselves. I am proud of such ladies, and I request all others to stand up and shut the devils who ask us to hide ourselves.