Sunday, 22 May 2016

Who are You?

         The smallest question with 
                             the longest answer...



'Who are you?' This is the most frequently asked question you encounter in your life. 'Tell me about yourself' or 'Introduce yourself' are other variations of this question. Heck, even facebook asks you to describe yourself under a section called 'About you'. Wherever you go, whoever you meet, this is the first question to be addressed. Only after that, you move on to other topics of discussion.


When we answer this question, our first response is our name. But, is that your identity? Your name? Is that all that you are? There are many people with the same name as mine, but they are not all me. So my name can't be who I am. At most, it can only be a little part of who I am.

My face and this body that I live in are the first things that anyone who sees me notices. They see my height, my weight, my skin colour and all other such physical attributes. So, do my physical features define who I am? I don't think so. No, they don't. These don't tell you anything about me, so no, this is not just who I am. But my expressions, my movements and my aura do tell you a little about me but only if you pay really close attention. Great observation is required to receive and interpret these subtle signs and only a few people bother enough to do so. So, the subtler physical features are a part of my identity.

Now suppose you are in a job interview and the interviewer asks you about yourself, then how do you respond? You tell them your name, qualifications, degrees and other things of the like. So, does that mean that you are your degrees? But, there are so many more things you do, can do, want to do, are learning to do that has no relation with all of these degrees. Are those of zero value? No, they are not. I would even go as far as saying that those are of more value since you did these for yourself, without any greed of a 'degree' to show off, because you put your heart into it and loved doing it. So, the things you do also become a part of who you are, even though degrees don't. For instance, your understanding of engineering is a part of you, but your B.Tech degree is not. It is the knowledge that matters, not a piece of paper.



Now, you meet someone at a company or business party. What do you tell them? You tell them about your job, the department you work in. So, for them you become 'The DGM from the Marketing Department'. Is that all you are? Do you become a non entity outside of work? What happens once you leave your workplace? You are still here, alive, breathing, thinking, present. You are here and you still do have an identity. Maybe not the one of the tag of 'The DGM', but something. So, your work, again, just becomes a part of who you are, not your complete identity.

In a family function, maybe, everyone won't know your name or other particulars about you. How do they know you? They know you as his son or her daughter or her husband or his wife. The children know you as his/her father/mother. So, are you your relations? Are you just that? A father, a husband, a mother or a wife? No, you are beyond that. You are so much more too. That doesn't mean that your relationships with others are meaningless. These are important, but these are not the only things that you are. So, again, relationships become a part of you.

You must have opinions about various issues. Your thoughts and opinions about everything is your brain child. When you have conversations with people about these things, then they start relating you with your thoughts and that is fair enough. These thoughts, thus, become a part of you. But, no one can know each and every thought that ever crossed your mind, except you. Your feelings for various people, about different issues and in all your situations are a huge part of you. Since you are human, your feelings govern your thoughts and actions. This makes your feelings a great part of who you are too. You might attempt to talk about your feelings to others and they might even empathize or sympathize with you, but they can't ever feel exactly what you are feeling. So, these feelings become a very intimate part of you. I think that the thoughts in your mind and the feelings in your heart are the greatest part of your soul's identity.





So, finally, who are you? Are you your name, or are you your face and body, or is it your expressions that you are, or are you your degrees or works or knowledge, or your job or relationships or are your thoughts, opinions and feelings your identity?
You are none of the above alone. You are all of these and a lot more simultaneously. You are a combination of so many things, both little and large that you could write a book as the answer to this and yet not be done because you find new things about you everyday. And guess what, no one else can tell you who you are. It is only you who can decide that. And even more, no one can know you as well as you do. Doesn't matter how close you are to them, how much you have told them about yourself or how observant they have been. You are the only one who knows you. Actually, that's all that you need too. You don't need anyone else to know you. You need only yourself. And everyday, you will find new, beautiful, mysterious, unique parts of you to love. Never stop discovering yourself and never worry about what others think you are. The only opinion that matters is that you have of yourself. So, keep on finding new rooms of your soul to fill with your love. Cheers to the magic that you are.


Till next time, yours
Pragya :)














Friday, 13 May 2016

Little to Strong

A little girl of 12.
Her body is changing and she knows why.
She has read about it in school
and her mother said that it'll happen to her soon.
But, there are other changes she doesn't understand.
Why is she stared at wherever she goes?
Not only her face, but also her body.
Why do they look at her that way?
She is uncomfortable and wants to hide.





A girl of 13.
She is in a train, happy,
returning from a nice vacation with family.
The train is still and she's near the door, alone.
A guy comes, hits her chest and gets off the train in less than five seconds.
She is left, alone again, in shock and denial.
Only this time, the loneliness is more profound.
She locks herself in the washroom, cries, washes her shirt 'cause she feels violated.
Then pretends as if nothing happened.


A girl of 14.
She is shopping for a new jacket.
The salesman is helping her with the stubborn zip.
But, only she knows what's going on behind the cover.
How his fingers press down hard on her above her jeans.
He smirks at her then, as if he owns her, but she knows he doesn't.
She leaves immediately.
It hurts down there for days.


A girl of 15.
It is a pleasant evening.
She is strolling around with a friend, by her home, her safe haven.
A bike approaches too close to them.
He gropes her friend and speeds away.
She tries to be brave and shouts after him.
But, deep down, she's scared.


A girl of 16.
She is cycling off to the nearest shop.
The road is deserted except for one man.
He whistles at her and gestures towards his unzipped pants.
She cycles away faster, afraid of what he might do next.
She takes a different, longer route back home.


A girl of 17.
She is in a crowded metro.
She feels a hand on her waist and something else on her lower back.
Before she could react,
the doors open and there's a rush.
She gets off and walks home, numb.





A strong girl of 18.
She is walking down the road.
Not scared at all, just wary.
She is on her toes now, wherever she goes.
No one will ever catch her off guard now.
No one will ever take advantage of the element of surprise,
or the suddenness of attack.
She knows that not all men are same,
but she doesn't know which ones are.
She won't be scared ever again.
She will stand up for herself, always.
She just misses being carefree.
She is forced to be alert all the time
and subject everyone to the scrutiny gaze.
But, that is the sacrifice she has to be willing to make.