The fly behind the window sill

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I often ponder upon my boundaries, my abilities, and my achievements. Have they changed since I grew up, or graduated from a business school, or gotten married? Does moving to a first world country, on a dependent visa, make any of these any easier or more complicated?
They talk about equal opportunities, but is there really anything like that in this real world? Or is it only for the few? Maybe it’s a perspective, a rather construed one; where I see what I want to see, where I judge my prospects as per my convenience- or for the lack of it.
Don’t get me wrong! Not every girl from a developing nation is vulnerable or helpless. On the contrary she is rather resilient in her approach. She is a quintessential go-getter, although may not be by choice always. Many of us find light in the dark and achieve our dreams. However, there are many who due to unfavorable circumstances, can’t.

I see the latter as a fly trapped in a house for days at stretch, buzzing around like a prom queen in her silver stilettos. But once that fly has overstayed her welcome and is discovered, her joyous life is stunted. She desperately tries to find that one opening, whirring and pounding on the glass sill, in her quest to escape; her dramatic emancipation. Have you ever seen such a fly escape? If you have, you would know what I mean. But, if you have ever tried to squat such a fly, then you would know it’s a battle not many have won. The sheer grit to survive is unparallel.

But, it’s not always that grim. Like I said earlier, some of us do ‘make it’ big. But most find solace in raising offspring, in supporting families, in half-baked careers, or in taking up courses in hope of boosting their careers. They may have very low self-esteem left by the time they reach the pinnacle of this journey, but there is a lot of exhilaration too; because no matter what, in her mind, she’s ‘made it’!

The struggle doesn’t end here, she’s never a free flying fly forever! She’s often trapped. If not by her own flight, then by her constant fight or need for external validation. Remember the low self-esteem? Evidently, it’s a vicious circle that one may find themselves in. But the key is to keep one’s heart aside, and only use their brain. Because had a fly listened to her heart, she would still be merrily sitting on that sticky, gooey, delicious sweet and never bothered about been squatted. But what fun would that be?!

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