You don't know her. You see her first and may be the last time, that too for a few seconds. And YOU JUDGE because she is wearing shorts. She is wearing shorts despite being so fat. Though you have no idea that obesity may also be due to some illness and you really don't care. You just DECIDED that she is not dressed appropriately.
Then some other day, some other place you see someone else. She is wearing a polyester saree, her head is covered with her pallu, orange sindoor in her hair parting, bright red bangles and she is trying to get over her fear of escalators and may be of her newly worn high heels too. You turn again and again to look at her, to check what is she doing, to ridicule her silliness of being afraid of a mere escalator. You mutter something about that dehati lady to your friend and you two have a good laugh.
Now... You are wearing your favorite denim pants with a tank top or may be a full sleeved shirt. You got some looks from someone else. You KNOW what that stare means. You know that you are being JUDGED for your choice of clothes. And you are ridiculed now because as per you, you are wearing a perfect normal n appropriate dress.
You shook off that thought from your mind. Say something about freedom of living as you like. Who cares about those judgmental fools and you move to judge others on your way.
You don't realize that you are part of this circle of judging and getting judged.
Not necessarily about your clothing but may be about your career choices (air hostess ka kaam bhi koi kaam hai) or about the person you are moving with (ise shadi ke lie isse kaala koi mila hi nahi) or about your way of rearing your kids (itne bade bachche ko cerelac kaun deta hai) or about that messy house (ghar me rehti gai pure din, dusting to kar hi sakti hai) or may be just because your husband participates in household chores (bachcho ko mehmaan aadmiyo ka kaam hai kya)...Just about anything.
You are not judging a woman. You are judging yourself.
You are battling against you own army when you should really be supporting each other...Each other's choices...Each other's ways.
Just think about it. Think before staring those bare teen legs... Before sarcastically smiling at that shiny black suit. Think!
Then some other day, some other place you see someone else. She is wearing a polyester saree, her head is covered with her pallu, orange sindoor in her hair parting, bright red bangles and she is trying to get over her fear of escalators and may be of her newly worn high heels too. You turn again and again to look at her, to check what is she doing, to ridicule her silliness of being afraid of a mere escalator. You mutter something about that dehati lady to your friend and you two have a good laugh.
Now... You are wearing your favorite denim pants with a tank top or may be a full sleeved shirt. You got some looks from someone else. You KNOW what that stare means. You know that you are being JUDGED for your choice of clothes. And you are ridiculed now because as per you, you are wearing a perfect normal n appropriate dress.
You shook off that thought from your mind. Say something about freedom of living as you like. Who cares about those judgmental fools and you move to judge others on your way.
You don't realize that you are part of this circle of judging and getting judged.
Not necessarily about your clothing but may be about your career choices (air hostess ka kaam bhi koi kaam hai) or about the person you are moving with (ise shadi ke lie isse kaala koi mila hi nahi) or about your way of rearing your kids (itne bade bachche ko cerelac kaun deta hai) or about that messy house (ghar me rehti gai pure din, dusting to kar hi sakti hai) or may be just because your husband participates in household chores (bachcho ko mehmaan aadmiyo ka kaam hai kya)...Just about anything.
You are not judging a woman. You are judging yourself.
You are battling against you own army when you should really be supporting each other...Each other's choices...Each other's ways.
Just think about it. Think before staring those bare teen legs... Before sarcastically smiling at that shiny black suit. Think!
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