Because I am a girl?
“Don’t be a girl!” – I
heard my 9 year old neighbor Prashant tell his friend. Both boys sniggered at
this, exchanged hi-fives and continued with their game of football with the
“gang”.
I was 12 years then and
pretended to not hear them as I whizzed past them on my ladybird bicycle. I am
not sure of the exact emotion that went through my mind at that precise moment.
I think it was anger “how dare he say that!?” or maybe a hurt ego although it
was not a comment directed at me. Or maybe it was the fact that they didn’t
even notice me, a girl on the cycle. All I remember of that incident was that
more than wanting to ignore them, I had wanted to get out from there as soon as
possible and had sped away on my cycle. Was I ashamed or just angry? I had just
heard a line, and a laugh, and knew nothing of the context of the statement,
but I had just wanted to disappear. I was 12 and they were 9, but for some
strange reason I felt like the smaller one that day because I was a girl…
I remember thinking about it
as I pedaled through the dusty roads that hot summer day. What could Prashant
have possibly tried to imply through that statement? He couldn’t have possibly
meant that girls are weak, he had a grandmother who had lost her husband at an
early age and raised 4 children single handedly.. that isn’t weak. He couldn’t
have possibly meant that girls cry.. the principal of the school we both
studied in was suffering from some incurable disease which everyone called
cancer (I had thought it was just a sun-sign) and she had to sit every 5
minutes when she took a lecture.. my classmates told me her husband had left
her, but no one had seen her shed as much as a drop of tear. Maybe that is why
this disease was so deadly, it makes tear glands stop working!
Could he have meant that
girls cheat in games, they were playing football afterall. No, that doesn’t
sound practical, cheating is an attitude, a state of mind, what does being a
boy or girl have to do with that. No maybe he meant that girls nag,yes that
could be what he meant. But then, when his uncles go out at night and party and
come home late and drunk, all of his aunts quietly remove thei shoes and put
them to bed and they never spoke about it to them the morning after.. when I
asked mom, she would just say ssshh! So no not nagging either.
I crossed a bend as I rode
back home, it was getting dark, I had to get home early. Why? I thought to
myself. “Its not safe for girls to be out in the night” I could hear my parents’
voice in my head. I found myself pedaling faster, once again I felt smaller
because I was a girl…
“Oh well , she is that
kind, you know the kind that always hangs out with boys!” I turned my head to
see who they were talking about. Yes she did hang out with boys , but I had not
thought it was a big deal. Maybe growing up with an elder brother and his gang
of guys had made it easier for me to interact with boys although I spent 12
years in an all-girls convent school. If anything surprised me more than the
comment itself, it was that it was made by a girl. I smiled at the girl they had spoken about,
she smiled back. I noticed she held her head high. She joined the girls for
lunch at the college cafeteria, but she ate in silence, without making
eye-contact .. even as they whispered to each other and sniggered from time to
time. I noticed she was feeling smaller, because she was a girl.. and
ironically the girls made her feel that
The CAT result was out and
I had made it into the coveted IIM. The feeling was ethereal, it had not even
begin to sink in. My phone buzzed with congratulatory messages and my dad and
uncle were in an animated conversation about my future. As I sat in a dizzy
slightly tipsy state (not drunk , just that floating feeling when you feel like
you are in a dream), a man in his mid-thirties walked towards me. He shook my
hands and congratulated me, and added that the IIMs are placing a great
emphasis on gender diversity and increasing the ratio of girls:boys this year.
He signed off saying obviously this meant I have a great future ahead of me.
Even as I was trying to understand how this “gentleman” was related to me, I
heard my uncle say to my dad “ It is
going to be difficult to find a groom for her, what with the post graduation
that too from an IIM!” I am not sure of the exact moment when I stopped feeling
elated and instead started feeling smaller again, because I was a girl…
I congratulated my
colleague as he exclaimed “ I am going to be a father !” Someone asked him if
he wanted a boy or a girl. “I would be fine with either, but I wish it is a
girl “,he said. I tried to keep a calm and straight face, but my mind was
racing. He wishes its a girl? Maybe I was wrong, maybe times have changed and
being a girl is not something to feel small about any longer. He was talking
and I forced my thoughts out so that I could listen to what he was saying. “Well,
look at the cost of gadgets these days, my son is 5 and he is already asking
for an i-phone. Girls are easy, they just need a Barbie”! Another one chimed in
even as the others guffawed “And with all the funds coming in from various
bodies supporting women, she will probably get scholarships and a free
education”. I opened my mouth to speak, but felt little point in doing so. I
turned around and silently walked back to my cabin. The feeling was familiar, I
tried to not feel it, but I felt myself growing smaller..
The lady who swept the
office floor stopped me in the hallway. She seemed to be roughly the same age
as me. She offered me a chocolate and exclaimed with a feeling of pride “ My
daughter took her first steps today madam!” I saw her eyes glistening with
tears, and I found myself searching her eyes for answers to the questions that
were pounding in my head. She continued “ My times were different madam, today
there are so many opportunities, I will make her study and stand on her own
feet. She can ride horses, become a police officer, or open her own business.
It doesn’t matter, she took her first steps today and she can achieve many
things in life with our support. She can do anything she wants madam, we women
have that power within us, you tell me madam, what can these men folk do
without us? I will teach my daughter to be brave and confident madam, and to be
proud about being a girl. I will tell her that she can do anything and go
anywhere and not hesitate because she is a girl, rather I will tell her that
that is why she should do it. Because madam there is no such thing as “being
just a girl, is there?“. I felt bigger than I had ever felt before.. I smiled
at her, took her hand in mine and walked with her down the hallway.
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