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As a daughter, a wife, a daughter-in-law, what is my value? Why are women always forced to do this soul searching?
I often wondered as a child, what will I become when I grow up? Who will I turn out to be?
In almost every aspect of life I have seen a version that isn’t pretty, that has never deterred me from my path, but rather, has fuelled my strength. Just as no one is born weak, in the same way, no one is born strong. Life makes you who you are, and we just become refined and more evolved to handle situations.
I keep asking myself questions, not doubting but always trying to find my place, my worth and my identity. But then again, aren’t we women always doing this soul searching?
Growing up in my community, in the type of family I come from, I have seen the journeys of many daughters; some of these journeys are happy, some are tumultuous, and some are happy as well as sad. Every such journey always came down to this question: What is the price of a daughter?
Is she worth the investment of a few decades? Is she worth having decent education, livelihood and basic rights? Is she worth having a voice? Is she even worth being alive and breathing? Who determines the worth and what exactly is the amount to measure a child’s worth even before it is born? We have become so caught up in societal demands and needs that we don’t see a child as a child but as a long term stock, how well it will do in the market of life.
Is a daughter really worth all those years of training and keeping quiet? Because a daughter deserves much more than a family who keeps measuring her worth and giving her a shell to survive in. Giving her measured freedom, because what if the daughter turns out to be a warrior?
Luckily, I turned out to be a daughter who doesn’t just survive through life but also has a say in it. But we are always more than one relationship; a daughter is also a friend, an aunt, a wife, a daughter in law, a mother…..
In this new phase of life I often caught myself asking – who is a wife? Life as a newlywed wife is quite confusing. On the one hand, it’s comforting to be with the person who understands you in every mood. Who gives you the means to adjust to a whole 360 degree change.
But on the other hand, you keep going back to old places to collect the old versions of you. As if they were there frozen in time and you just decided to move on and become this person who is…
It’s hard to describe it but it feels like you became a more stable version, someone you aspired to be amidst the chaos and despair life threw at you for the longest time. You feel at peace being this way, yet there are moments you find yourself tearing up at the thought of whatever you left behind. The good and the bad. The victories and the battles.
We women have such a wave of change after we get married! It’s not as easy as they show us in movies, many of us deal with fitting in, being liked, being considered something in someone’s home, being a person. Yes, your husband’s love is most important, but we forget as a society to treat our daughters-in-law as our daughters, truly as our daughters.
This makes me ask myself a question – am I a daughter-in-law or am I a ghost? What does someone’s daughter mean to you? Is she a pretty vase in your vast living room – just pretty, dumb and numb… Is she the dirty vessel you toss all your daily garbage into – dark, hollow and extremely mellow… Is she the painting in your office staring silently into space… What can she become when the tables have turned and the sun has set… After being the hope for some time, what can the woman be to you when she is down? Better yet, what can you be to her? If you can’t be her parent, can you at least be a friend?
The questions we ask ourselves are endless, but while we wait for answers and relief, we should always know that in every phase of our life we had support. We had friends, we had love and we too were the same for so many people.
Often we find ourselves in situations that are anything but favourable. So we dive deep into them and ourselves, searching for the strength and the answers. More often than not, some people have less than their fair share of peaceful moments and a larger share of struggles. But historically what has always been the key to survival, is togetherness.
No battle was ever won alone. No story ever reached its happy ending in solitude. Staying together has always made things better. No woman is ever alone; if only she looks around, she will find the answers to all her questions in all the people who surrounded her throughout her lifetime.
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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