#Independent – Is SHE really independent ? #BlogchatterA2Z #Astitva
I stands for : Independent
( What does this picture tell you ? To me , it tells that a woman who has the wings , who has the ability to fly , who has the power within to glow , still has been enslaved in a glass cage . )
A piece of fiction on the word Independent
My excitement got high up to the sky as I read the mail about getting shortlisted for an official Dubai trip. The company must have seen some quality in me that I was required to head the team at this five days conference . My smile , my pride , my ability , all got its wings . I got so eager to share the news with someone at the earliest . And who else would be better than My Better Half ? I quickly picked up phone and dialled .
” O Aadi , I am so so so happy today , U know what ? I am going to Dubaiiiii ” I was in such a sparky mood
What to say of happy or sparky , the voice just didn’t come from the other side .
“Aadi , Hello ! Are you there ? Did you listen ? Are you able to hear me ? ”
” Hmm Hmm ” just a cold sigh from Aaditya and a low voice came ” Let’s talk when we get back home ”
His response repressed the excitement and my musical mood . Many thoughts and questions started knocking . When we sat together in the evening , his exasperating mood clearly demonstrated the attack on a male’s ego and his mindset of keeping a beautiful wife in a glass cage . I tried explaining , first by love but had to insist afterwards . Choked family atmosphere was not going to be a new thing for me . After all it was my heart’s long awaited wish & lifetime opportunity .
I packed my bags and he had to come to say me bye , unheartedly. There was my team waiting for me at the airport . He posed a smile to the five males of the team and asked the only other female “How many girls in all ? ”
“Aadi , we are just two girls ” With a fake smile I hugged him from the waist and said “Don’t worry ok , Take care, I’ll miss you ” I tried to draw the outline of an understanding caring hubby to my colleagues .
As soon as we entered the plane , my phone buzzed : Message from Aaditya : Oh , So this was the reason you were insisting so much . So many males ! Oh ! seems you have got bored from me ! And Dubai is the ideal place . Enjoy baby ! Have fun .
Shortly , the flight attendants requested everybody to click the airplane mode button on their phones , But you know what my fingers clicked on first ? Clicked Yes on “Do you want to block Aaditya ?”
My thoughts on the word ‘Independent’
This story was a little example of women’s everyday handcuffs . Even today , when we are living in 21st century , when we talk of Independence , freedom , gender inequality , women empowerment , our mindsets are not able to provide the real independence to women . Like in the picture above , she has the wings , she has the ability to fly , she has the power within to glow ,but she has been enslaved in a glass cage . Why ? Why is SHE not given support to fly , to fulfilll her dreams ? Why couldn’t Aaditya sound equally exciting to her on phone ? Wouldn’t this have been so motivating for the female ? He would have gained lifetime more love and respect . But….
The point which needs to be analysed is that Is she really independent ? Are’nt we still trying to enslave her mind ? Don’t our doubts razzle-dazzle her love , her purity , her existence ? Actually the action and conscious in which male finds his transcendence , is a silly bamboozle . It brings negativity . Let her be independent in the real manner . She no longer wants to live her life enchained . Let’s break the shackles ! Just love her and let her be .