A Woman

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Submitted: May 05, 2017

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Submitted: May 05, 2017



A Woman 

 Human beings are complicated organisms literally and figuratively, and describing them in words is quite impossible. Getting in college is one of the most important thing in my life, and an essay is major part of that process. But I kept thinking how can I, describe myself in 250- 500 words. All the eighteen years of my life, growing up, my background, my ethnicity, people and things that influence me. These things make me so leaving any of these wouldn’t justify the essay. So I thought about starting with my background, I was born in a sub-urban town Kapurthala in Punjab, India. The town was divided in four classes: upper, middle, lower and a class of people who were way further than the poverty line. But there was one common thing among all these classes that was the woman, she was inferior, no matter what class it was. 


I remember my aunts and grandmother telling me as a child, that my mother cried the day I was born. I kept wondering why? What made her cry? She didn’t cry when my older brother was born, matter of fact she was happy that day. All these questions bothered me as a child but soon I realized it was because I was a girl. It wasn’t like I had problem growing up. My family loved me and my mother adored me. But there was one thing that I could never stop thinking about was that, is being a girl bad thing? My mother was an independent, strong and a well-respected woman, so to me being a girl was a blessing. I am capable of doing anything, just like any guy, maybe even more things than them. There is a quote by an Indian boxer, Mary Kom, “Don’t let anyone tell you, you are weak just because you are a woman.” This quote really inspired me and made me do my best in every area. 


On December 16th, 2012, a news out broke in entire country which lead to a chaos and mourning. It was about a 23-year-old female physiotherapy intern, Jyoti Singh, who was beaten, gang raped, and tortured in a private bus in which she was traveling with her friend, Awindra Pratap Pandey. This wasn’t just a bad news for that girl’s family but for the whole country. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere alone after that incident. I could see the worry on my mother’s face. It wasn’t only my mother but every female, regardless her age. The girl died on December 21st. There were riots and protests going on for justice. This definitely the first case of crime against women, but it was the one that lead the entire country stand up together. A moment called Nirbhaya (fearless), started. It was to raise awareness against assault crimes and to help victims just like Joyti.


I wanted to be part of this, but nobody was even allowed to talk about this incident at home. But I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing so my classmates and I, figured out how to be part of it. We all started wearing a black ribbon, which was a symbol of Nirbhaya moment. Soon more and more students were with us. We posted on our social media about it. But there were people telling us that it was girl’s fault. They said it was her fault that she was out so late and night. I couldn’t grasp these thoughts. They made me angry and upset. What made me even more upset was that some of these people were women themselves. 


After this incident, I wasn’t same as before. I was more proud of being a woman than ever before. This incident doesn’t make me angry anymore, instead it motivates me. It makes me strive for my goals and show people that I am not weak. 


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