21
years ago when the almighty planned my trip to the globe, he chose a household
where women were very very strong. Each had displayed unmatchable levels of
strength at different tough hours of their lives and at the end of the day they
always did the right thing. And there I grew up listening to all those unique
tales of bravery and intelligence. To this date, the most zealous aspiration of
my life was to be an immensely strong woman and live up to the tradition of
righteousness. It was intrinsically etched in my mind, body and soul that being
strong was most womanly character a woman could have. I thus, made some rules,
some limitations and some virtues which I thought I would never break. I kept
on telling myself that I would protect myself and my loved ones in every odd
hour of life. But a just as a tiger cub can never know how difficult it is to
catch the prey just by seeing its mother, I was blissfully ignorant of what
laid in store for me in future.
When
life tossed me into the most bizarre task of choosing between what is
pleasurable and what is right, I found myself going for the former. The long
treasured rules and promises suddenly became very very sublime. The bulwark I
had constructed around me suddenly melted down in the heat of pleasure. Even
before I could realize, I stood in a bloody battle field utterly defenseless
and all set to be destroyed. I was defeated by my mighty desire and my
depthless passion. It was then that it dawned into me that, I had badly failed
to live up to the most special aspiration of mine which was to be strong and to
always have the capacity to the right thing.
Now
the deep darkness of the night is reconciling the shattered dreams of my
weakness and baseless the hopes of my strength. And I ask myself and to the
whole world some very primary questions….Questions that should have had an
adamant precedence over my aspirations. What does it means to be strong? What
is it that differentiates the strong from the weak? Does strength when divorced
from righteousness becomes weakness?
With
time these questions are multiplying exponentially. Does it not take enormous
amount of strength to not let the poison of hatred to spoil the most delicate
relationship of one’s life even at the most unfavorable situation? Is it not a matter of strength to keep the flame of positivity burning amidst the most
catastrophic storms of life? Being ready to be destroyed in love and being able
to put everything at stake for that one belief which the whole world believes
to be absurd…are these not acts of great audacity?
They
say change is the eternal law of life. But I have the ability resist it. I have
the strength to be the same forever. I dare to defy this rule and to be where I
was a year ago forever…..Am I strong or Am I weak?
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