MY TRANSITION FROM A TOMBOY TO A WOMEN

I have always been more of a boy, maybe I was trying to escape the harsh reality of life. Also being the oldest in the family, made me a bit tough, climbing walls in my old colony, cycling around with in shorts with other colony guys and girls and irritating everyone, dismantling stuff that I couldn't put back and many other stuff that were considered boyish and not for the girls. Dad was more than willing to let me live like that, but only till a certain age. As I was growing, my brain wanted to stick to what I was doing. I didn't realize that living like that was childish. Thought i had stopped wearing shorts, I continued with my chopped hair and my attitude. It was long before my mom put her leg down and made me grow my hair.

In school, I was what you could call as a freak, later in inter-the brainy one, later in engineering-the girl with attitude problems. All this made me more determined not to be those millions of girls with manicured, pedicured, parlor-ed hair, stilettos, frilly dresses etc etc whatever made you look like a girl. I went around like I didn't care about anyone. I was one among a million, at least I felt that way (Well, now i know better).

A women in the society...means who should keep her head down while walking in a crowd; who cooks for her husband after marriage, even if she's working; who has to go through a lot of pains all her life but still shut up and bear it all. But, for me a women in the society...means who can keep her head high while walking in the crowd, proud to be a part of it; cooks for her husband after marriage, not because she has to because she loves to; who has to go through a lot of pains all her life but has the support of her loved ones.

I haven't achieved all this, but I put my tomboy-ish attitude behind me, my childish nature behind me. Though I am not those manicured, pedicured and parlor-ed hair with stilettos and frilly dresses, I am a girl at heart, I at least realized that now. I am still one in a million (Well, some things are tough to change). Betrayals made me more strong. People desert you once in a while, but sometimes they desert you in such a place that there's no back out. I have come out from such a place. I have left my over-enthu nature, my bubbliness, my I-am-the-best-in-the-world attitude, my tomboy-ish nature there in that desert and came out. Now, though I'm still now shy to talk to strangers, I measure my distance while approaching, I don't accept random friend requests because I have common friends, I don't reply to every text message i get in my mobile from a new number, I don't run around anymore, my walk isn't like a troll's. So, finally after 22 years of living i have realized what is to be a women. I thought it was a curse to be a women. But now, I am proud to be falling in that species. I am born to be something and i will be something one day. And so will every girl born on this planet.

LIFE UPHILL

I looked to the top
it seemed quite high
I was determined
to reach heights.

I took a deep breath
prayed to the Gods
took all my strength
n I started Uphill.

I started climbing
it was easy in the beginning
I could reach without difficulty
hardest was yet to come.

Midway I started panting
the rocks started hurting
my knees were giving away
I cried softly.

The breeze was against me
pushing me to fall
the mountain seemed to grow
to keep me down.

I gathered my courage
thought bout my parents
I pushed myself against the winds
and kept scaling the peak.

I was almost there
I could see the peak
nothing could stop me now
I was stimulated.

Finally, i reached the peak
I looked below
I smiled and realized
"Life's Uphill".