As I sat down to pen my debut
article on this DELL™, I noticed
one thing in the very first place. It was a blemish which I never wanted a
portable device I’d like to own, perpetrate. Yet I stopped caring. There’s a
minute streak of line that separates caring from noticing: a streak quite wider
than that which differentiates looking from seeing. There is a wide range of
things worth noticing, but only a very few in this wide range are worth caring
about. It’s simply the riddance of care that causes a lot of chaos! As to quote
Shaw here, “People who say it cannot be done shouldn’t interrupt those who are
doing it.” I’m sure a pretty good number of you seem perplexed at reading this
discrete quote at likely a wrong place. I must say the quote is related to the
article and I didn’t want my readers to be bored at my soporific introduction
and scene- setting.
I’m able to reminisce a promiscuous
guy who’s the protagonist (Yes! Believe me! He’s the protagonist, not the
antagonist. ) of this Sanskrit work of fiction which I’d read in my middle
school, although unrelated to my academics. This guy here does a big load of
‘good’ deeds: Agreed! But it oughtn’t to mean that he’s all perfect and that
everything he does is right. It’s simply like taking me as a model and
credulously giving into the conception that all I do is right, all the time,
all the way. I’m very sure I make mistakes. I make them quite often, but I’ve
always loved to confess and I do. A really perilous scene sets in, not even
when I don’t confess my mistake but when I try to rationalize them. This
protagonist, I’m speaking about here is one such dogmatic, dangerous guy who
wanted everything he ever did, rationalized. (Why did this guy wanted his wife to prove her chastity just because she was away from him? Why wouldn't he get himself to prove his chastity by stepping into fire, because he was away from his wife too? Why is it the women of the species that have to undergo such perilous tests?) The story of this guy was handed
down to children since generations and the people who grew up with these
stories stopped thinking out of this box: out of this story. People began to
live by the ways of this story. People began to establish some sort of a
chauvinism at the end, over women. Women being the poor victims of this
inhumanity became dumb by the end of the day, that they were too scared to
question the “people”. It’s a couple of weeks back, my friends and I convened a
rendez- vous with my mates at the High School. Many showed up, although there
weren’t as many as who were invited. After all, we were quite certain that
there are parents naive enough not to send their children: girls especially! Five
girls showed up, and as many as twenty boys were at hand. We’d a stroll along
the campus, talked to a few of our high school teachers and bade a good bye to
the school. We took a stroll back to the carport and shared some beverages: sparkling
for those who weren’t “health- conscious” and still for those who were! (And I
know that sounds really brilliant! Umm… At least in India, perhaps. ) And I
admit my mistake of dropping the throwaway cup down on the road and not even
being able to realize that until a friend of mine pointed it out to me. (You
know, that’s really so sad and uncivil of me!)
Well, let me get back into the
scene: as we were about to leave for an old- age home (which was a part of our
get together too.), it was almost six. And then came this curfew jackass who’s
the biggest jackass almost every Indian girl is bound to encounter at least a
countable number of times and at most to a really considerable times which
makes them totally forget that they don’t have the freedom they’re supposed to
have! And please clear your heads if you think I’m talking about freedom of
choice (Although that must be discussed in a new article too.) here. I’m not!
I’M TALKING ABOUT THE DENIAL OF BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS! I tried to make them
understand that they must question such inequalities.
They almost understood
and everyone of them bade an almost similar reply which went on like, “Look,
dude! You’re looking for drastic changes in the society for a society which
would be perfect for everyone. But you know, we can’t just come out and speak
the way you do. And if we do, we’ll only end up having a bad picture amidst the
people. Also, our parents put this curfew just for our safety, right?” That
really annoyed me and I’d to say a boisterous “Nope”. I tried to make them
realize the difference between not learning to drive at all, and learning to
use a seat belt so that they could have the difference between safety and
liberty vividly stated. And again, they come up with the same reply, “We
understand, buddy. But we can’t do what you do. We can’t step out of this
system that easily. You know, we can’t even speak against the system, let alone
thinking about speaking against it!”
*FACEPALM*
I, so desperately wanted to quote
Malcom Reynolds’, “You think following these rules will buy you a nice life
even if the rules make you a slave?” Yet I held back from quoting Malcom or
speaking something which would convey the gist of the quote. But why did I?
Did I give up?
Did I think that, I can’t change
the system?
Did I really want to stop arguing?
“Why did I not argue any further?”,
was the only question which kept pinching me, hours later when I threw myself
on the couch in my living room. I felt so bad that I preferred to stop arguing.
It felt like, I literally stopped caring like the rest of them. But I didn’t! I
cared. I always do! Maybe I realized that it’s no use talking to the victims,
and reminding them that what had been done to them is a cruelty. After all,
they had understood that it’s cruelty. But they aren’t able to fight their
case. I must either help them fight the case for the time, or at least try to
build a whole new generation which is totally free from this cruelty, in the
long run. I had always dreamt of that time when the phrase, “because she’s a
girl” becomes extinct. Yet, how could I make that dream come true? I scantly
lost hope even after their bleak replies all of which summarized to, “Women
can’t be as free as men.” It’s perhaps because I’ve found some open feminists
even in my god- forsaken abode. I’m still able to feel that euphoria which I
first felt right after I heard a few of my mates second, “I support you here:
men and women must be treated equally, everywhere.” I had never had someone who
would second me in this academic campus especially because most of my ideas
were heretic and blasphemous. It gave me a lot of hope, that there are people
by my side too, although the ratio was like one to a thousand.
When I was contemplating this
topic, I could relate the scenario to my early days in agnosticism. I was
primarily too scared to question the god hypothesis. I wasn’t even aware if I
could question the very existence of any possible god. It was thru social
networking sites that I could be sure that there are people like me and that
it’s completely normal to question the god hypothesis, whereas restraining from
such questioning is almost abnormal. I made a few friends with whom I could
discuss topics which I then thought couldn’t be discussed in public. I could
muster up courage and declare myself an open freethinker only when I was sure
that there is enough people who themselves are freethinkers and that they are
able to live without threats.
I thought of applying the same
here. I thought it would be really heartening to these girls if they can be
aware that there are enough girls who are bold enough to question the
inequalities. I could understand that my friends were so convinced that only
men can dare talk pro- woman. The picture my friends are in, is the projection
of what the vast majority of the women folk here face. At certain places the
condition is still shoddier. I just thought, it is time we help them understand
that they can grab their rights, and no one has to give them rights which are
solely their own. It is time, we helped each and every Indian woman understand
why slutwalks were organized in key cities of the country and around the globe.
I pen down this post, as a call for
every feminist around the country, especially for those unvoiced feminists who
find it perilous to be open feminists. I’m sure this small effort can help
build a society where curfew isn’t based on sex, where toys are not based on
sex, where jobs are not based on sex, where administration has nothing to do
with sexual difference, where everyone realizes that silence is different from
prudence.
PostScript: I had a few messages pop up in my facebook inbox (after sharing a link to this post on my wall) asking me how I could take the right to criticize their "dignified culture" for granted, thereby attempting to rationalize all their patriarchal acts. I simply don't give a fuck to your dimwits. I wish you get the fuck off my facebook list! I put this PS here for posterity that whoever finds this post offending their misogynistic sentiments, please just don't limit yourselves to closing this window, but make sure you unfriend me from your facebook list. 'Cause this and similar stuff are most of what you're gonna see on my facebook wall, now on!
PostScript: I had a few messages pop up in my facebook inbox (after sharing a link to this post on my wall) asking me how I could take the right to criticize their "dignified culture" for granted, thereby attempting to rationalize all their patriarchal acts. I simply don't give a fuck to your dimwits. I wish you get the fuck off my facebook list! I put this PS here for posterity that whoever finds this post offending their misogynistic sentiments, please just don't limit yourselves to closing this window, but make sure you unfriend me from your facebook list. 'Cause this and similar stuff are most of what you're gonna see on my facebook wall, now on!