Before I launch into what may seem like “I am a MISANDRIST” article, I just want to make it clear that I might be a feminist starving for equality but not a misandrist.
I put my hand on Bhagvat Gita and vow that “whatever I’ve written over here is completely based on my own experience, nothing else.”
hahhaa… No offense…
While I was younger, I was very fascinated by the chapter of “KALPANA CHAWLA” which was there in our academics (as I was not a fan of discovery channel, neither I am now!) I always wondered how being an Indian + being a woman, she went to space! Like, I was not even allowed to go to my friend’s home after 7. Damn girl, she’s got power. Only when I realized her great contribution to the world, I decided to be an astronaut. I was determined to be one unless my family anyhow convinced me to walk on the roads of Information technology (which is as of now an evergreen field) as the scopes in astronomy are really limited (P.s in terms of getting selected).
So, here I am, completed my sophomore year in Information technology, waiting for my third online year (hell, this corona really sucks), doing my internship and dreaming about my future, writing this letter after the first rain.
When I came to a tech school, I won’t say there were hypocrites who think that I am doing something that most of “girls” do not do as we are living in 21st century. But to be honest there are some who believe that we are less than boys.
Some of my MALE FRIENDS often taunts me whenever I am doing technical things “for a minor problem in your cellphone you used to come to me, and now you’ll do this?”
Yeah buddy, I’ll do this. I might not born technocrat like you, but I am learning.
During fest too, faculties very casually tell us girls to just complete the nominal task while confidently ask boys to complete the technical work. Woww. Bravo!
You guys ever imagined that during meals, whenever anyone wanted something, the FEMALES of the house usually interrupt their meal and went to get the thing! WHY? Why we always?
When I thought about this, about everything that’s going on around, I realized that it all happened not because I didn’t had any choice, but because I let it happen. Sometimes by being emotional, sometimes by being afraid, sometimes by letting it go, sometimes by being wise, sometimes by being more strong perhaps.
In my freshman year, I let go the position of CR (class representative) which was eventually the gateway to become CC (central council) (P.s which I am dying to be) just by being too emotional. Unbelievable!
I shifted to another school during my 10th and there was election for president and school representative. I didn’t even filled up the form just because I feared that I don’t have enough connections to win. Thanks to Neha Ma’am who inspired me to appear for it and I ended up being president. (That was really a great feeling)
As said you live once, you die once, you love once….. there is also just one fresher’s party. And I didn’t even participated in Ms. Fresher’s Contest despite I was beautiful, talented, confident & hot (if anyone who had met me read this article, they will agree with this), just because one of my closed ones don’t want me to participate. (P.S just cut off negative people from your life)
Coming to CHARUSAT was the best decision I made because I learnt so much about myself and what I’m capable of. I’m loud, bubbly, impulsive, emotional, slightly annoying, but I try not to give up. I’m not the smartest tool in the shed but I do try hard at everything I attempt. It’s always about putting your best foot forward and doing the best you can. It honestly all boils down to these few “mantra” to getting through a tough day.
1. Emergency chocolate or any junk food to satisfy your tired or broken heart.
2. An amazing, solid, outstanding, there for you friend.
3. Always taking motivation from family.
4. That one movie or tv show to watch to pick you right back up.
5. Becoming your own role model.
The ultimate thing that everyone needs to remember is my favorite lyrics from Selena Gomez’s song:
Who says, who says you’re not perfect?
Who says you’re not worth it?
Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting?
Trust me, that’s the price of beauty
Who says you’re not pretty?
Who says you’re not beautiful?
