Each time I blink I see pink. I’m not kidding, it’s true. Maybe because it’s my favourite colour, maybe because it makes people look softer, maybe because it’s the colour of candy floss, maybe because it is the colour of my lips and once upon a time of my cheeks, maybe because it denotes strength — the strength of a woman that makes her a Superwoman.
“Whether she wields the mascara brush or the rolling pin, shuffles about in her Scholls or strides purposefully in her Jimmy Choos, she is always in charge and always shines bright.”
Ah! Superwoman needn’t wear a pink cat suit to save the world. She can just as well do it in jeans and a t-shirt or even her dowdy nightgown as she prepares tiffin for her kids, her husband and herself before getting ready to go to the office.
At the office after throwing herself into the mundane, arcane and yet complex work of the day she still manages to lend a patient ear to a colleague friend as she discusses her personal problems with her, all the while debating whether or not to unburden hers.
As she gets ready to leave, having decided to drive rather than take the train, she sighs with exhaustion and yet allows herself a moment’s reprieve thinking of her favourite music she will listen to whilst manoeuvring in the snarling traffic on the way back home.
Home is her getaway — a haven but also a cauldron of activity which enthuses yet exhausts her. The day seems endless and the downtime is almost negligible. It doesn’t matter if she can afford to have domestic help and all the other luxuries. She is still the one who is in charge, right from the clothes to be worn on an outing, to the children’s schooling, to their illnesses, to the job changes for greener pastures, to being the confidante of the house help, to dealing with the in-laws and meeting all other social demands. She almost always handles it all with a smile and patience. After all, there’s only that much that one can accomplish by complaining.
She knows that she cannot pigeonhole her life into her various roles — mother, wife or executive as the boundaries are drawn in sand. Each role must be handled in a particular way and to the best of her capacity. But the end of the day is more like the start of another one. There is no end, just new beginnings with new demands, so she delves deep to draw from her reserves of strength.
The New Age Superwoman, in the space of a day, leaps effortlessly from world to world, role to role. Whether she wields the mascara brush or the rolling pin, shuffles about in her Scholls or strides purposefully in her Jimmy Choos, she is always in charge and always shines bright.
“She knows that she cannot pigeonhole her life into her various roles — mother, wife or executive as the boundaries are drawn in sand. “
Being Superwoman doesn’t mean performing humanly impossible feats. It also means living your life queen size and straddling all your worlds confidently. A superheroine doesn’t just shine in one task for one day but in all of them every single day. She saves the world one day at a time, and looks smashing doing it, by just being herself in all the roles. Make no mistake: these roles are not assigned to her — she takes them on.
Cheers to every woman who is a Superwoman!
Watch out for Pink Power: The Many Hues Of A Superwoman-Part2.
Vandana Shah is an award winning author of the bestseller Ex Files. She has also won the award for best lawyer in India. Share your thoughts with her on www.vandanashah.com.
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