Stop Her If You Can! Meera An Unstoppable Girl
“Girls don’t do mechanical engineering” resounded the firm voice of her father as Meera shakily put the helmet on her head. And her team had made a formula one racing car as a project. “Is it so? Am I really not capable of making my team win?” contemplated Meera? Her hands started getting cooler and cooler. As the girl proceeded towards the result of her and her team’s hard work she felt a lump stuck in her throat, a small pain in the lower abdomen. She turned back one last time to see her teammates, teachers, friends and hundreds of people cheering from behind before getting inside her “dream-made-into-reality” car.
All that she needed to be confident was just a glimpse of her happy mother’s eyes….her father’s consenting look! Nevertheless, Meera wasn’t that sort of a girl to be subdued by emotional distress. She headed straight to reach the door of the car. Opened it. A gush of mixed hormones ran through her body. She seated herself in the car. “Will I be able to do it? Will papa start talking to me again if I win this? What if I win it! Oh, such fun! The very first thing that I’ll be doing is calling ma papa and informing them…..” the second loud whistle brought her back to reality. She geared herself up. All her senses on her nerves now! She was never the sort of girl to pray. She could hear the last shrill whistle and as soon as that happened she started her car. She sped her car. The speedometer steadily pointing at the rising speed. One hand on the steering wheel, other on the gear, she was shaky no more. She was no longer nervous. This was something she had been doing for the past three years. Obviously, she was good. In fact, she was the best among her teammates and that was the reason, she was sitting there inside. Through the corner of her eyes, she saw car number three crossing her.
“Will I be able to do it? Will papa start talking to me again if I win this? What if I win it! Oh, such fun! The very first thing that I’ll be doing is calling ma papa and informing them…..” the second loud whistle brought her back to reality. She geared herself up. All her senses on her nerves now! She was never the sort of girl to pray. She could hear the last shrill whistle and as soon as that happened she started her car. She sped her car. The speedometer steadily pointing at the rising speed. One hand on the steering wheel, other on the gear, she was shaky no more. She was no longer nervous. This was something she had been doing for the past three years. Obviously, she was good. In fact, she was the best among her teammates and that was the reason, she was sitting there inside. Through the corner of her eyes, she saw car number three crossing her.
She was calm and confident. She told herself, “Relax….I know you can do it!” Car number one also crossed her and soon Meera, the tigress she was, sped her car and overtook number one. She noticed number three quite some distance ahead of her. She was aiming to reach near three but soon enough one overtook her again. The struggle between one and her continued for quite some time. Meera consoled herself with what her coach always motivated the team, “It is easy to take a head start. But what is difficult, is to, maintain it. Be steady. Save your energy till the last lap. The best for the last!” Then she told herself, “This is the time! This is the ultimate!” As she was talking to herself, she felt her hands reaching for the last gear. Yes, her car was coming closer to one, inch by inch! She could see the ending line! An adrenaline rush filled her face, made her feel warm, her cheeks grew red! Alas! She did it! Even as she came out of the car she still couldn’t believe that it had actually happened! She felt weightless, sensationless! All her teammates rushed to her and embraced her.
They patted her helmet. She did not even realize when she was in midair! Their team had won the race! She had made it possible! In the cacophony, super excited as she was, her eyes met her coach’s eyes. There, that pride, that ‘she’s my student and I’m her proud father……erghh……professor’ look! Yes, she found that proud father looks in her coach’s eyes.
She made her way by sweeping the crowd. She went to her coach. Both had tears in their eyes! She said, “Thank you!” He said, “I’m proud of you!” Yes, girls can do mechanical engineering. Meera had proved it herself. Girls can do anything. It is not about being a girl or a boy. It is about loving what you do! Some may agree, some may not! But, Meera won’t wait for those who don’t agree! She won’t kill her passion. She will go on disobeying all, who don’t respect her passion. She will keep on winning races. She will live her life the way she wants to!
and started getting cooler and cooler. As she proceeded towards the result of her and her team’s hard work she felt a lump stuck in her throat, a small pain in the lower abdomen. She turned back one last time to see her teammates, teachers, friends and hundreds of people cheering from behind before getting inside her “dream-made-into-reality” car.
All that she needed to be confident was just a glimpse of her happy mother’s eyes….her father’s consenting look! Nevertheless, Meera wasn’t that sort of a girl to be subdued by emotional distress. She headed straight to reach the door of the car. Opened it. A gush of mixed hormones ran through her body. She seated herself in the car. “Will I be able to do it? Will papa start talking to me again if I win this? What if I win it! Oh, such fun! The very first thing that I’ll be doing is calling ma papa and informing them…..” the second loud whistle brought her back to reality. She geared herself up. All her senses on her nerves now! She was never the sort of girl to pray. She could hear the last shrill whistle and as soon as that happened she started her car. She sped her car. The speedometer steadily pointing at the rising speed. One hand on the steering wheel, other on the gear, she was shaky no more. She was no longer nervous. This was something she had been doing for the past three years. Obviously, she was good. In fact, she was the best among her teammates and that was the reason, she was sitting there inside. Through the corner of her eyes, she saw car number three crossing her.
She was calm and confident. She told herself, “Relax….I know you can do it!” Car number one also crossed her and soon Meera, the tigress she was, sped her car and overtook number one. She noticed number three quite some distance ahead of her. She was aiming to reach near three but soon enough one overtook her again. The struggle between one and her continued for quite some time. Meera consoled herself with what her coach always motivated the team, “It is easy to take a head start. But what is difficult, is to, maintain it. Be steady. Save your energy till the last lap. The best for the last!”
Then she told herself, “This is the time! This is the ultimate!” As she was talking to herself, she felt her hands reaching for the last gear. Yes, her car was coming closer to one, inch by inch! She could see the ending line! An adrenaline rush filled her face, made her feel warm, her cheeks grew red! Alas! She did it! Even as she came out of the car she still couldn’t believe that it had actually happened! She felt weightless, sensationless! All her teammates rushed to her and embraced her.
They patted her helmet. She did not even realize when she was in midair! Their team had won the race! She had made it possible! In the cacophony, super excited as she was, her eyes met her coach’s eyes. There, that pride, that ‘she’s my student and I’m her proud father……erghh……professor’ look! Yes, she found that proud father looks in her coach’s eyes.
She made her way by sweeping the crowd. She went to her coach. Both had tears in their eyes! She said, “Thank you!” He said, “I’m proud of you!” Yes, girls can do mechanical engineering. Meera had proved it herself. Girls can do anything. It is not about being a girl or a boy. It is about loving what you do! Some may agree, some may not! But,
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