Thursday, 6 February 2020

Relevance of feminism in the contemporary society; A perspective.


Well, we have come a long way from the times when feminism burned like an ethereal fire to the cyber massacre as we witness today. My ideals went on growing linearly as my meta-thinking devoured the characters of early 19th and 20th-century novels which began from Ms. Elizabeth Bennet of “Pride and Prejudice” to Mrs. Weasley of “To the Lighthouse”. Authors like Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Simone de Beauvoir, and Toni Morrison had paved my way to feminist literature. But this write up is not about the aspects discussed during the Victorian era,
It is the tale that every observant millennial young adult would want to tell and my journey to become a feminist.

Painting by Australian artist Jessica Watts
Being an equalist, I would root to humanity and it is the ideal concept that upholds both ethos and pathos, it could also contribute to the purist way of thinking and living.  Gender equality and feminism are similar concepts as feminism is defined to be the belief that women should be allowed the same rights, power, and opportunities as men and be treated in the same way, or the set of activities intended to achieve this state. Cheris Kramarae, a famous scholar in the area of women's studies and communication and the co-author of A Feminist Dictionary said that “Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.”


Gender equality doesn’t give importance to any particular one. As I believe human gender and sexuality are a spectrum, I would like you to know that this discussion is not just adhered to male or female alone.
Now, doesn’t it evoke thoughts about why feminism arises although a similar altruistic concept of gender equality exists? Yes, we all know the way women were treated from the beginning of human history. Our education system made sure it was not excluded from the syllabus and the understanding of the concepts were of course measure by memory tests. Living in 2020, let us all open our eyes and analyze the current atmosphere for women at all kinds of institutions beginning with the home.
Most of us millennials grew up in homes without facing the extreme horrible male chauvinism or patriarchy. The thing is, it is not about the severity scales but the ubiquity.


The justification comes under various strata like protection and social obligation. Talking about protection, the violation of an individual’s freedom of choice clothing or expression is often questioned as it might cause a threat or rise safety issues, but it is time to fight the “hazard”. There are equal rights to express oneself irrespective of gender. We could always see a woman who talks politics or wears short clothes are often targeted and shamed in various ways. Objectification of women is glorified by our film industries and misunderstood as a trait of masculinity. As long as the need for protection exists, we can conclude that society is not yet ready to fight what’s threatening safety.
When the reason is not protection, it could be the toxic resistance to change or the reluctance to let go of the patriarchal systems. Our society is still at the stage where men are the most trusted drivers just because they are ‘men’. Women are obligated under various psychological pressure to withstand the sexism.
Every woman of our age faces casual sexism on a daily basis. We confront it from our homes, educational institutions, workplace and almost from everywhere. The horizontal hostility makes women stand in favor of patriarchy too, which is very disappointing. Maybe one would think about the big deal in ignoring a minor sexist comment, but that’s the thing about casual sexism; one by one it accumulates from everywhere and the culmination is horrible. It stands as a hindrance at every ingress.
 Today, we see feminism being misapprehended as something born from vanity. People who stand for the true values of it are being defamed and given ‘names’. The repercussions of these are a deceived lot of young people who unintentionally becomes a part of misogyny.
It is high time to improvise our mindset into a broader space where men, women, and all other genders are treated as equals. The ethos and pathos should be effectively conveyed to our children through good parenting. We must raise our voice and act appropriately when humans of any gender are subjected to sexism. We all deserve this world equally, not more or less.

“Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.”
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own


Friday, 3 January 2020

Comrade


The cracks in your heart,
Were just a continuum of mine.
The tears that rolled down your cheek,
Were from my eyes.

And when pain asphyxiated you,
My heart was strangled.
When your days were bright,
I saw clear skies too.

But, only when you leave,
The pain weighs more,

On my side.

Itinerary.


When you burst into laughter,
Looking at the sky,
I want to steal glances,
And save it inside my heart.

On the days you talk endlessly,
Eyes shining with passion,
I will interrupt it for a second,
To whisper, "love you so much".

On starry nights,
While listening to our music,
I want to hold your hands tight,
And admire life to the fullest.

Reading Neruda's lines to you,
I want to pause and kiss you slowly,
Thereby completing the lines,
More beautifully.

When we grow old together
And look at everything we created,
I want to rest my head on your chest,
Telling "you are everything".

Sunday, 29 September 2019

Gemini




The light flickers often now,
From me to you and again.
It soothes me strangely,
And leave you to feel bizarre.

Am I out of my mind?
Or was I ever alone inside!

What is this high,
Like I can swim across an ocean,
And what was that low,
When I hit hard at the rock bottom.

You and I,
Me and you,

No,
me and me.

Monday, 2 September 2019

Due date




The due date for a happy poem is here,
Yet, I couldn't write one
The loops of sombre thoughts,
In my cosmic head.
The pain that clicks in,
With every beat of my heart.
 The air around me,
That chokes torpidly.
The hard shell of glass,
 That desperately needs a crack...

The due date for a happy poem is here,
and I am helpless.

And when you leave...

I shall play Lord Huron's,
"Take me back to the night we met",
But I don't want your heart to be heavy,
Let alone mine.

 In this paradox,
While longing and letting go,
I'm as joyous as sorrowful,
And as broken as a whole.

 Like the perpetual waves,
That comes again and again,
When you leave,
You visit my heart relentlessly.

 ....................................

 "Take me back to the night we met."

Us

We were two pieces of the brightest star,
That fell on earth.
We burned together gloriously,
We gave light to the valley of red flowers,
We were too brilliant to the lame candles,
 We were the aura of many night skies,
We broke the midnight's sorrow,
 Then we were pushed to poles

Where the cold devoured us.
 And we died together,

 With our cores still burning with memories.