My clothes don't tell you who I am!

A woman you see down the streets, a lady with her uptown heels; a mother with her beloved child and a husband’s endeared wife. Someone behind a man’s birth and his success lies a ‘Woman’. Sadly, the world has lost her importance among the years. It has always been a Male-dominated world and since we are losing the count of women, each one of them fears the threat of being suppressed by every man and his presumptuous torture.

We live in a society where we worship idols, where books are the religion and our culture speaks of who we are! The way we carry ourselves might seem more important than our conscience. The one to conceive us, to take care of us for nine months in her womb and then to be the first one to hold us in her arms was a woman; but does she hold the same place as she did years back? Since birth we had been told to pay utmost respect to a woman; whether a teacher, a sister or any strange lady. But the times haven’t changed as in the past Lord Rama’s wife Sita and now someone else; it has always been a woman whose character is questioned.

A woman so graceful, so beautiful who carries herself with conviction and her heart full of compassion; doesn’t she wish to feel good about herself by wearing fashionable attire? A little girl walking in the scorching heat, can we fault her if she dons a pretty skirt? Does being a female snatch away all the liberties of having the fun only a man can or are we suppressing the women from doing so? These questions shall always remain unanswered and debatable but what I have to say now is why we tend to get judgmental just by a woman’s apparel. If you can’t judge a book by its cover, how can you determine a person’s character in a mere glance?

When a woman wears shorts, skirts or any skin attire that might reveal her body; people think she has no morals or she is purposely provoking men and god forbid if she gets raped, molested or teased by some hooligans on the street. . .They blame her clothes! They just ghastly stare at women with no shame in their eyes. What if their own daughter or sister was in her place and someone else did that to her? What if she had no wrong intentions, a subtle body language and quite decent sense and she maintained her dignity? Is this the culture we preach and the society we live in? Maybe we have avoided and do not wish to accept the ugly sight.

A woman defines elegance and the word would lose its essence if we turn from a sylph to a slut! So next time, take a moment to know the woman intensely, with the decency and modest behavior she deserves. We have citizens who truly respect a woman but things should be set straight for the ones who degrade her, who by their orthodox thinking have a pre-determined notion that a woman is alluring men towards her and take advantage of her. To know a woman; look into her eyes and the way she talks, she walks and carries herself . . . Not by mere clothes she wore! For the women out there, we are the ones who give the world a chance to judge us, so let us stay classy with a sense of sophistication.