It
started raining at 3 o’ clock when I was sitting at the English
Department with my friend Eeliya. Monsoon is at its peak and the showers
were welcomed in this humid weather. The grey sky beautifully
contrasted with the lush greenery of Jamia. We looked on quietly at the
ambiance which our surroundings created. The rain it seemed was slowly
washing away the squalidness of the day. Sometime later, when there was
no sign of the rain gods letting up, we decided to venture out in the
growing thunderstorm.Eeliya quickly opened her pink polka
dotted umbrella and stepped into the rain. I, on the other hand,
unwrapped my frightening fluorescent yellow raincoat and donned it with a
certain shyness attributed to occasions where you do something out of
the ordinary in public. We hiked up a run to where my bicycle was
parked, unlocked it and walked till the gate where my friend found a
rickshaw and after our customary byes went her way. I, for a moment, sat
on the seat contemplating the traffic.
But deciding it was futile to wait, pushed on the pedal and in a matter of seconds was on my way.
And what a way it was! The countless
pelting like stones droplets made a screen in front of my eyes making my
vision unclear. The roads were all potholes with rivulets of water
zigzagging it. But I, like Wonder Woman with my yellow cape billowing
by, dodged all the puddles, along with some motorcycles as well. I even
said ‘whoosh’ when the tires streaked through a puddle. People were
passing me by in a blur. Some were staring, others laughing. I just flew
past them without a care in the world, enjoying the rain.
When I reached home my parents took a
look at me and covertly smiled. My brothers were not so sparing and
laughed in my face. I, definitely, was looking a sight in my wet as rags
raincoat.
Yet it was such a fun exercise.
That day for me was an awakening of my independent self.
The feeling of freedom which I got
riding when the slippery roads were almost empty and the few people who
were present were huddled under the umbrella of a tree was infinite. It
made me think that I’m also capable of doing things, which others are
wary of, if I set my heart on to it. Riding a cycle is no daring act but
I being a girl, people look on with such a surprise as if I’m a rare
entity. And after the surprise comes the comments and the judgments.
Many females due to these unwelcomed advances are wary of doing things
which they have a right to. I, therefore, treasure it as my privilege
and independence.
Independence constitutes many ideas and
phenomena. For some it is as basic as getting a right to education; for
others it may be going out late without any supervision; and for a few
others it is a state of mind. For me, however, independence is
synonymous with happiness. Riding my cycle to college makes me
independent simply because it makes me happy.
It also entails living my life without
any peer pressure where nobody is breathing down my neck telling or
showing me what is cool or uncool, or what is right or wrong.
[courtesy Jamiajournal.com]
[courtesy Jamiajournal.com]
[Zainab Abrar (class of 2014) is a
graduate student in the Department of English. She can be reached via
email at: rebelzain.fatma@gmail.com.]
[This article is in response to a
call-for-articles made by Jamia Journal on the occasion of India's 67th
Independence Day. We asked our readers to write and send in their
opinion on what independence meant to them. Of all the submissions we
received, "Independence Lies in the Freedom to be Happy," by Zainab Abrar was deemed to be the best. The first, second, and third runner-ups respectively were: "Born to Fly," by Mohd. Usman Mallick; "Strive for Your Full 'Half Independence,'" by Aqsa Khan; and "Independence: Freedom to Live Freely" by Sheikh Aamir Ali.]