warning: this is a reactionary rant post venting frustration at everything thats bad about this beautiful country. I think it is like it is today because we women suck. Way too much. If you cant stand my truth, you are welcome to cherish yours...
Us – women.
Excuse me for saying this but how many of us can say with absolute confidence sitting there reading this that our son or brother or husband is not one of those who is right now stealing, oppressing, repressing, sucking this country dry?
can we deny that we did not teach our boy to be kind. that we forgot to tell our boy that it is mandatory and manly to treat the weak with charity and courtesy? did we teach our boy to wait to check everyone has got their share at the table before he requests for the second helping? do we even see our little boy desperately looking UPTO US expecting the whole bloody world and getting only shallow shit from us? because we neglected to educate ourselves or grow with the times or allowed ourselves to be fully human or even woman.
do we realize we are the whole world to those two men in our life – the mate and the little boy that comes home to us every afternoon from school? and what do we do for them that a servant would not have anyway?
we say we cook for them, we serve them hands and foot – but who taught them to expect us to be their slave in the first place? another woman.
if we slave, who would do the rearing? who would shape his mind, fill it with tender thoughts , passion for creative ideas and action?
do we ever check what his school is teaching him? do we understand what it takes to be a good citizen? a good human being? do we ever tell him it is ok to do badly in lessons as long as he is good and kind to everyone around him? do we give him a hug when he has been truthful or right and good despite gaining nothing but getting hurt in the process? do we really, really love our baby boy and WANT him to grow up into a nice humane do-gooder or do we merely wish to see him become a money spinning machine that ensures all my luxurious habits are taken care of, free (of labour) ? are we willing to work hard for that? is ability to raise a good kid enough food for our little silly souls?
look at how we live – engrossed in our new sari, our jewellery, our shopping, our writing, our fucking little jobs that mean nothing but a source of additional income that buys more things, our little world of stupid silly empty nothingness that we sell ourselves for each night. o you say we are married. that’s just a term didn’t you know? I mean try this simple test : do we have the wifely right to teach our child what we would really like him to learn and not fall in with the father’s expectations? o do you? great! you are one exclusive wife then. congratulations!
so then, the other day when you saw that woman being insulted by the rickshaw driver, did you protest? did you even think of speaking up? have you ever read about any of the great Indian women? have you read Anandamath? and about women who fought alongside men for their rights?
did we do anything at all to deserve what we have or get? did we teach our girls to be good mothers and value sound good principles? do we ever extend a hand of solidarity towards women that want to stand up for their rights? for instance that woman in our neighborhood that lives alone, do we ever go say halo to her? or ever offer to help her or be a good citizen towards her?
what are we scared to lose? our four square meals a day? what then? we are scared and we are fat and lazy. and we are ashamed of ourselves because we know we ought to be. but instead of doing something about it we cover that up with more junk make up and smile harder and quarrel louder, pull down each other as fast as it takes to say piss and expose an inch more of our cleavage.
what are we, woman? sex machines? cows that have to milk and breed? the servant of the house? the dominatrix head servant that has to manage other servants of the house? well, what exactly?
tell me one thing about our character that makes us beautiful. for instance, do we have the tolerance in us to love the writer of this post even after we read this rant?
woman, do we have a heart that is still attached to our spirit?