The boards are over- what a sigh of relief.
But now begins the real battle to get into a good college.
As I look at my name on the Merit List, a sense of pride envelops me. I look back at the years of hard work and disciplined approach that I followed and loved doing. I look at the crestfallen faces of some classmates- a few who studied hard but din’t get the grades they were hoping for and a few who were probably hoping for some magic. But there is no magic mantra here, is there?
“You got 90% , you are surely taking up science and becoming a doctor.”
I wasn’t interested in becoming a doctor, not one bit.
I decided to take up commerce or arts. But definitely not science. I applied to the best of colleges for both the streams and decided to watch my luck.
Sammy my class mate applied for arts, he wanted to be a journalist. I envied him as he was so clear about his future path and here I was still struggling to find out what I wanted to do. I overheard a few people laugh at him “A boy taking arts, what next? Home science so that he can manage the house like a dutiful house husband? ” I was infuriated.
Seema who scored 80% wanted to become a doctor but her parents coerced her into taking up commerce. Become a graduate and then you have to get married anyway. We can’t afford to let you study so much.
I was left with confused feelings. Why were we confined to boxes? We were almost on the verge of adulthood and people still dictated what career path we are supposed to choose. There were different rules for girls and boys, for the 90 percentilers and 50 percentilers.
This world wasn’t such a good a good place. Being a girl girl dint feel so good anymore.
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My theme for the challenge is
“A slice of life through Myra’s eyes” – a fictional tale of growing up and learning some vital lessons about self love, feminism, sisterhood, a working woman and the essence of being a woman in urban India.