Just when I was questioning myself as to what the subject of my next-generation post should be, I came across this question:
"Who decides the expiry date for a woman's dream?"
Of course, it piqued my interest. It's a dialogue from the Tamil movie 36 vayadinile (must say, a good watch for all the women out there... Men may not feel the same though).
The movie talks about how a woman gives up her dream for the sake of her family but in due time realises that she needs to do something for herself and to prove that she is worth a lot more than what the society thinks.
Though the question targets the society, families, in-laws, parents, husbands, future husbands, maybe even the not-so-serious boyfriend, I personally feel that a woman lets her dreams expire. And not just the ordinary can't be made use of kind of expiry, but the actual death of her dreams.
I agree that probably two decades or more ago, women were tied down by "household" responsibilities or "lack of education" or poverty. In the bygone era, only a handful of women were allowed to dream of doing anything else other than cook, scrub floors and make sure their children eat on time.
But even then, many women realised their dreams and watched with a smile of satisfaction as the world gained inspiration from their achievements.
What I don't understand is this generation, I mean, my generation ( I'm one of those lucky 90's kids who got to watch real cartoons and read fairytales). I don't understand what is holding women back.
I was born to a hardworking middle class family of well educated parents, fortunate enough to experience "city" life from an early age. I would watch my mom work from 5 am to 11 pm and fulfill her duties of being a wife, daughter-in-law, daughter, and a mom and most importantly, a woman with a career who was respected for not only her degree but her hard work.
She could have given several excuses to not work and blame the society or her family for crushing her dreams. But she didn't. She may have had to fight for it sometimes but she didn't give up until she didn't feel like going to work herself anymore.
Now, she spends her time discovering new dreams and tries to bring them to life too.
When my mother, a typical south Indian from a middle class family can make her dreams a reality, why can't I? Why can't anybody else?
Your dreams are your own girl, and it is in your hands to let them grow or crush them.
It's your choice, your priority, your principles and your perspective of what should become of your dreams.
Don't let them die a sad lonely death. Let them fly with their wings wide open.
#mydreamismysignature
"Who decides the expiry date for a woman's dream?"
Of course, it piqued my interest. It's a dialogue from the Tamil movie 36 vayadinile (must say, a good watch for all the women out there... Men may not feel the same though).
The movie talks about how a woman gives up her dream for the sake of her family but in due time realises that she needs to do something for herself and to prove that she is worth a lot more than what the society thinks.
Though the question targets the society, families, in-laws, parents, husbands, future husbands, maybe even the not-so-serious boyfriend, I personally feel that a woman lets her dreams expire. And not just the ordinary can't be made use of kind of expiry, but the actual death of her dreams.
I agree that probably two decades or more ago, women were tied down by "household" responsibilities or "lack of education" or poverty. In the bygone era, only a handful of women were allowed to dream of doing anything else other than cook, scrub floors and make sure their children eat on time.
But even then, many women realised their dreams and watched with a smile of satisfaction as the world gained inspiration from their achievements.
What I don't understand is this generation, I mean, my generation ( I'm one of those lucky 90's kids who got to watch real cartoons and read fairytales). I don't understand what is holding women back.
I was born to a hardworking middle class family of well educated parents, fortunate enough to experience "city" life from an early age. I would watch my mom work from 5 am to 11 pm and fulfill her duties of being a wife, daughter-in-law, daughter, and a mom and most importantly, a woman with a career who was respected for not only her degree but her hard work.
She could have given several excuses to not work and blame the society or her family for crushing her dreams. But she didn't. She may have had to fight for it sometimes but she didn't give up until she didn't feel like going to work herself anymore.
Now, she spends her time discovering new dreams and tries to bring them to life too.
When my mother, a typical south Indian from a middle class family can make her dreams a reality, why can't I? Why can't anybody else?
Your dreams are your own girl, and it is in your hands to let them grow or crush them.
It's your choice, your priority, your principles and your perspective of what should become of your dreams.
Don't let them die a sad lonely death. Let them fly with their wings wide open.
#mydreamismysignature
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