Now we all know what has been going around us. It’s everywhere on social media, and nearly not enough on other media. And if you are aware, you can only fall into two categories. First, you don’t care about it anymore, and it doesn’t affect you, or second, it disgusts you completely, and you want to bring an end to this. Now, if you’re from the first category, please stop reading. This letter is not addressed to you. So please go and talk to your female friends, or sister and know about what they’re feeling. Maybe you’ll be able to empathise with them then. And if you’re from the second category, you’re not alone.
I see a lot of guys saying “Not all men” on social media. And yes, not all men are rapists or eve-teasers. But enough are that every female in our society has either been physically, emotionally or sexually violated. And where do you think these guys are? They are among us. They might be our friends, our family and we’d have no clue. The fact that most girls just ignore the hideous messages they get on social media should be enough of a wake-up call for all the guys about this scum of a group among us.
The media we had been exposed to growing up didn’t teach us the meaning of consent. If the female protagonist said ‘no’ to the “hero”, it was just a code word for trying harder. That is what we learnt from the media back then. So, we were taught that we have strength over the female gender. That’s what we saw in our houses, with the patriarch always being the head and the matriarch, rarely. So it was almost bound to flaw our thinking and understanding of our society. And to be honest, only some of us were able to unlearn what we were taught. However, we still come in contact with the section of society that didn’t. So don’t you think they too need to know what our community doesn’t teach? Now, unfortunately, the opinion of women don’t matter to them as much as ours can. Because no matter how different of a school of thought we have, we still are men. So whose responsibility do you think it is to educate them on this aspect? And if you come to the conclusion that it’s ours, then do you think we’re doing a good job? I don’t.
I remember this one incident from high school when all the guys in the class were hanging out together. This one guy remarked from his personal life, “If she doesn’t become my girlfriend, she’ll regret it. I’d do things she wouldn’t even think about”. A bold statement, right? He was raised that way. He always felt he was superior. This guy had a sister, mind you. Now when this was uttered by him, another boy from the class, interrupted him to say, “If you would do that, then do you even care about her? If she says ‘no’, she means ‘no’. As simple as that. She isn’t ridiculing you. She’s just saying what she feels, and if you’re going to hurt her emotionally or physically just for saying what she feels, then don’t call yourself a man”. And guess what? She did say no however, the guy took it maturely now. So just because one guy stood up to him, a girl was saved from harassment. So don’t you think if we all stand up and be “men” for once, women would live in a better world for them?
She has ten thousand songs tucked away in the corners of her heart where shafts of light can reach, a slowly creaking door from which she can feel her way out of the darkness.
She has five thousand songs scattered somewhere across the clouds in a heterochromatic sky, perched on the edges of a dream where fantasy and reality must surely collide, a thatched cottage where hope lives and despair sometimes comes to visit.
She has one thousand songs waiting at the edge of a slippery slope, while her one good eye stares down into the abyss and sees the mist rising across the rocks while the river water waits with practiced calm for the sea.
She has five hundred songs that she sings, and her voice is a beacon for the lost, it is the lighthouse in a wild storm the touchstone of a revolution "the anthem of a small country."
But there is one song that she encases in marble and only opens twice a year once at the spring equinox and in the late September sun it is the only song that can save her soul and her life before the apocalypse comes calling.
It is important to understand that when we are talking about equality, we are not talking about "men and women are created equally". I find "created" very problematic since it is vague and when we look at it from the evolutionary perspective we are evolved differently. The whole point of evolution is this difference and that is the reason why even though we are similar in a lot of ways, we have this individuality that gives you a unique identity. Everyone is different since we have this unique identity that helps you navigate this world in your own ways. There is an overlap between our behavior, that results in culture and values, yet we are unique in our own ways.
So, men and women are different, that is how evolution works, but the problem comes when we stop the discussion about the equality there.
When we are talking about equality, it is important to understand that we are not talking about it from an objective/biology point of view, but from a subjective experience of living and coexistence.
No matter what race/gender that you belong to, you should have access to basic human rights that ensures an equal living standard. So the important thing to understand when talking about equality is to create policies that do not discriminate people based on gender/race/religion/nationality. The more inclusive and diverse a society becomes the better the survival chances of that society.
Books that you should read
1. Cosmos by carl sagan 2. Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari 3. Poor Economics by Abhijit Banerjee and Esther Duflo 4. Annihilation of Caste by B. R. Ambedkar
These topics I've been choosing everytime they are like too much to describe in words or in pages. There can be different opinions and perceptions too. I am just scribbling what I have been trying to figure out.
Thank you so much everyone who has been constant to it. Means a lot your patience and time
First came the chisel and it scraped at once hallowed ground, the once brown Earth which was now a shade of red a scarlet violence from which our bloodied hands can never be truly cleansed the dust flew, and shards of truth, long suppressed but truth nonetheless escaped into the dark grey skies, and five score and three years hence, they worshipped in good faith, not knowing that they were praying at the shrine of deceit.
Then came a sledgehammer and the cries of those caught in the crossfire, and the sound of bone hitting the hardened earth, and then came the screams because you see bones do not break gently truth smiled sadly from the heavens as it watched deceit fall apart, as the mist finally lifted from people's eyes and they saw a light greatly diminished, but light nonetheless, because there are no holy sins, only a price to be paid at the end of the road.