Feminism – World War ĪĪĪ
If you worked your ass off to save $7k to travel to California,
North America for a month and mistakenly ended up boarding a flight to North
Korea wearing a sweat shirt that read – I Love America, what are the chances of
you ever getting to California?
The two unequivocal lessons — 1. People will ‘never ever’
do anything that harms themselves even if the shouter is rhetoric god – Hitler
– they might be stirred but never be shaken. 2. If you take the wrong route,
you will never reach your destination, even if you’re Lewis Hamilton in his
magical F1 Mercedes.
Feminism in India has been a half-assed, misdirected
mutiny & failed to evolve over the last half century.
The
fight for keeping the last name & Twinkle Khanna's repartee ‘Married not
Branded’ surely broke the Instagram for a week, but the fact [are we all
missing this glaring flaw] the ‘Khanna’ that she calls ‘her’ last name is her
father's last name that her mother, Dimple Kapadia, had to adopt. Basic
intelligence would be to drop the ‘last name’ altogether or create an original ‘last
name’ instead of fighting for the one that reeks of patriarchy smoke-screened
by daughter’s inherently biased love for her father.
Pinjra
Tod’s fight against hostel curfew will continue to be branded ‘elitist’ &
betrayed by their own gender. Instead of ‘bearing’ children ‘out of wedlock’
[ballsy move] to lock horns with manmade sexual morality, Sushmita Sen’s ‘adopting’
[noble move] daughters will bring minuscule change. Aesthetic candle lit
marches for Nirbhaya will continue to make the national newspapers and FB newsfeed
once each year, but not curb rape an inch. Blaming men, playing the victim card,
will continue to backfire. Falling for the greatest trap - The Marriage and
having kids will continue to bring the movement of freedom back to square one. Battling
hate & violence with hate & violence will result in broken hearts,
broken humanity — not broken barriers.
Feminism, to succeed, needs to be dogged, nihilistic,
brutal – nothing short of — World War ĪĪĪ — will suffice.
To begin with, it has got to zero in on the – Enemy. The
prime suspect is – the man. The species that have for thousands of years persecuted
– the woman
Time
to put this long-standing theory to litmus test. Take two specimens – One man
raised in the standard worldly conditions – Family, Religion, Morals,
Principles, & Love. Second man raised in similar milieu with slight tweaks
– Principles without God & religion, Sexual morality without
gender-specific roles and wrongs & rights
The second man is now 23-years-old – old enough to know
stuff. He still believes [as told by family] premarital sex is improper. When
he finds out that both his 18-year-old brother & sister [the twins] lost
their virginity to their girlfriend-&-boyfriend respectively without the wedding
ring, he judges them both & tells them they shouldn’t have done what they
did as there’s a right time for everything – even for something as rudimentary
as sex. But, there will be one subtle yet far-reaching difference – he will
judge them both equally. To him, they will both be ‘sluts.’
I’m not a woman but I’m dead certain there’s nothing a
woman won’t give to live in a world where ‘slut’ is a gender neutral term.
The fact – the man, when born, doesn’t know he’s superior
to the girl who ‘creates’ life, he’s told he’s superior – Just like most girls
love being beautiful – most humans love being superior, so he says ‘Alright,
I’ll totally buy that bullshit.’
With no disrespect to Bananas, the trees [society] we have
now are of Bananas [prejudiced humans] and no matter how much you shout,
protest, plead, and assault, it will always give you more bananas. If you
really want to have Mangoes [unprejudiced humans], you just have to grow new
trees [society].
Now, we know that to grow new trees, Hitler simply tore down
[electrocuted] 6 million trees he didn’t like, but the fundamental tenet of
Feminism [or any ‘true war’] is to fight without violence & hate – so we will
have to ‘wait it out’ till the Banana trees wither & die and the world is overtaken
by mango trees.
What has been perpetually happening for the past half
century is that more Banana trees keep popping up as the older lot withers
& die.
Why is that happening over & over & what we must
do to stop this — Relapse?
Moving back from the analogy to the real life scenario
and to the chronologically-spread ‘almost impossible to execute’ master plan
for World War ĪĪĪ to ensure the next generation of humans is borne out of a
different seed.
When Gandhi said ‘you gotta be the change you wish to see in the world,’ he wasn't telling
the full truth. Full disclosure — the change that people ‘will become’ will
destroy ‘them totally’ as the war is against no one else but ‘themselves &
their own.’
The thing human beings are most incapable of is ‘standing
for the truth’ when the people they love are ‘in the wrong.’ Women, the
emotion-driven species, beat men in this incapacity by a mile. This incapacity
is the unrivalled top reason for women’s repression in India.
Till
you’re afraid of ‘burning bridges’ with your loves ones, you will not bring any
indelible change – some transitory change, yes, which will be forgotten before
the next shaadi season hits the town. And the world will keep giving birth to
new Banana trees & Mango trees will continue to be still-born.
From
the day you’re born, christen yourself as the soldier of Feminism/Humanism.
From the moment you first speak the words, speak what feels right, not what’s
told is right. From the moment you walk your first steps, walk without fear of
falling. From the moment you speak to a boy, speak to him like he’s no different
– because he isn’t. The moment you first hear the words ‘you’re such a
beautiful girl,’ instead of saying thank you with the brightest smile, respond
with a straight face ‘I’d rather be a Judo black belt, so I don’t need a ‘man’
to save me from a ‘man.’’
As
you grow into a teen and wear that skirt a little shorter than what ‘they’ [no
matter who they’re] say is cultured, tell them politely that ‘Any culture that
is offended by the thighs of a girl is not worth practicing for a split
second.’ The day someone asks you your religion tell them firmly ‘It’s to keep
creating myself and keep finding things to do that make this world better than
the moment you asked me what my religion is.’ The moment they advise you not to
stay out at ‘such an hour,’ set the record straight ‘If man is the one I should
be afraid of, shouldn’t it be the man who shouldn’t be out at ‘such an hour?’’ When you
first like a boy, who makes your heart race, ask him out without waiting for
him to. When you feel like losing your virginity, follow your heart – brain’s
too clouded for such matters. If you want to become a mother, become one
without the validation certificate of marriage. When you’ve a daughter, tell
her to be gritty not pretty & never burn any of her dreams because she’s a
girl. When you’ve a son, tell him not to respect women, but respect everyone
without the bias of gender.
When your mother says ‘what if you don't love the boy, you should marry
him as he’s got a great job, independent house, decent family – he likes you
& will keep you happy and you're 27 & aren’t getting any younger,’ meet
her gaze and tell her 'Maa, you're right, my body is getting old, but my soul
is young & it refuses to be sold.' And before you get sucked into the sureshot
‘slow death’ of individuality & feminism – The Marriage, ask yourself – if
you don’t marry this man, will you die? – will this man let you fly? If any of
the answer is no, then soldier on solo. And when you find the man you’re dying
to marry. And your Muslim/Hindu father says it'll break his heart if you marry that
inter-religion Muslim/Hindu boy, break his heart - marry that boy. When given
an opportunity to stay at home & raise a family — As no one judges, in fact
admires, a woman who decides to quit job & devote her life to raise a
family — reject that choice & put on your best shoes & hit the road. One
day, after making love, when your husband opens his heart to you 'I hate my job
& I want to spend time finding or nurturing what I love.' Hold his hand
& tell him to quit first thing next morning. Reassign him kids & kitchen
and still continue to love him with the intensity you did when ‘you’ proposed
him to marry you.
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