Participate in the 3rd Season of STORYMIRROR SCHOOLS WRITING COMPETITION - the BIGGEST Writing Competition in India for School Students & Teachers and win a 2N/3D holiday trip from Club Mahindra
Participate in the 3rd Season of STORYMIRROR SCHOOLS WRITING COMPETITION - the BIGGEST Writing Competition in India for School Students & Teachers and win a 2N/3D holiday trip from Club Mahindra

Kanaka Ghosalkar

Abstract Inspirational Others


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Kanaka Ghosalkar

Abstract Inspirational Others


The Stereotype.

The Stereotype.

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Mother's day for me is a tribute to all the women in my life who have been my mother at different points in time. Those, who through their sense of existence and the way that they carried themselves instilled in me a sense of womanhood... motherhood.

I don't consider particularly myself balanced as far as love relations are concerned, and by that, I mean all love relations. I think I tend to overgive and in the bargain, now, I tend to detach. But the moment I decided to participate in this Mother's Day contest, I don't know from where, but words just started flowing... Appears that all my rationality, logic, and temperament want to wade away from who I was and bring out a person who I don't know I can be or I should be. The whole concept seems so foreign to me...It scares me to hell... But the fact that I am writing these words must mean something right... I am not sure if it means something about me as of now... And so, I instantaneously decided to give it away as a tribute to all the women who have been like my mother, guiding me, scolding me at times, each time nudging me towards being a better version of myself, and I have done so with the hope that someday I will be able to include myself in that list too.

From where I see today, life isn't that complicated. It seems easier to dream of a life that I would want to create for myself since I have always been quite forthcoming. And, so... I this write-up is also a tribute to all those women out there, my friends, relatives, students, strangers, for whom life has not been so kind. 

I want to be a scientist, and an author, a mother, a wife, a good daughter, a great sister and I want to be able to do it really well... My mother often says I have too many expectations from myself. When I was young, sometimes my inner voice would be numbed by her opinion, she is my mother after all... But not anymore... It's not that my mother does not understand my journey, but, I think sometimes, she cannot envisage the scope of what it is that I want from life. It took me some time to figure that out and it has put me at peace a great deal...

Honestly, as I am writing, I feel, I am lying to myself... Somewhere the words of a lot of my friends are ringing in my ears who have told me that it is not possible to have an equally happy personal and professional life... I feel that as much as I yearn for love and a sense of belonging, could I really go to that extent if I really met someone? I don't know... Really... It's more like I have done that in the past and now I don't believe in the concept of love anymore. Or maybe I do but in a different way... What else can explain the splurge of emotions?

I am not yet open to the idea of considering myself as a person out of my responsibilities ... I mean family comes first for me and sometimes I do regret that, especially when it comes in the way of my work... Simply because there are a lot of things that I am capable of, other than being a good daughter, sister, wife... I may sound feministic, but I ain't. It's just that I am really not comfortable with the gender stereotypes that exist in our society... Isn't it paradoxical that a man will not be as annoyingly questioned if something goes wrong in his child's life as will be the woman.. I mean the mother... I think this is one thing that puts me off... 

Somehow I refuse to take pride in being just a woman... You know what I mean... I mean I can love, and be a great friend, a wonderful wife, and a gifted mother too... But does that really have to be all? I mean it can be... But what is the problem If I can be more? 

I think on Mother's day, all the mothers need to ask this question to themselves... and maybe then they will think of means to raise their children in such a way that we will have a better society... a society that is based on equality... a society that is based on understanding which does come into action...., and...., finally....., a society with unselfish love for each other...

Today, my mother said that she is proud to have me as her daughter... despite her not understanding my journey...

I wish such mothers for all the daughters and all the sons... for we all know what a mother can do... 

Wishing you all a Happy Mother's Day!



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