I am a feminist…

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‘Feminism’ has been a long-debated subject and a concept which is almost regularly misinterpreted and misunderstood in the society.  In  this piece of writing I would share my personal thoughts and views on ‘Feminism’ , it’s past and it’s future and of course it’s necessity(I assure you it will have an analytical edge).

Gender inequality has it’s roots dug deep in our history books, social structure, customs, religions,literature and together they have forged our psychological outlook. There is absolutely no divinity in these inequalities. These had been forged by one gender to retain their superiority over the other. One thing that is hard to accept for many is that Religion  is a patriarchal view , it is philosophies of men, where divinity is reserved for a particular sex. (I am not labeling Religion as good or bad). But in many ways and through ages gender inequality…

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I am a feminist…

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‘Feminism’ has been a long-debated subject and a concept which is almost regularly misinterpreted and misunderstood in the society.  In  this piece of writing I would share my personal thoughts and views on ‘Feminism’ , it’s past and it’s future and of course it’s necessity(I assure you it will have an analytical edge).

Gender inequality has it’s roots dug deep in our history books, social structure, customs, religions,literature and together they have forged our psychological outlook. There is absolutely no divinity in these inequalities. These had been forged by one gender to retain their superiority over the other. One thing that is hard to accept for many is that Religion  is a patriarchal view , it is philosophies of men, where divinity is reserved for a particular sex. (I am not labeling Religion as good or bad). But in many ways and through ages gender inequality has been coloured in holy coatings(from myths to beliefs of our time) and made more convincing to the mass. In a patriarchal society holiness was always reserved for men. people don’t get to know or accept this inequalities right after their birth, they are taught, they are made to believe, and then gradually they accept those and then coin them as – just natural. Everyone of us are born in definite communities where we are taught beliefs, ideals and you are taught what to call right and wrong. And all these teachings are carried out when we are little kids, when our definition of the world is shaping and reshaping. Now I understand something that I was never able to understand back then that is- those teachings had a patriarchal end of view, and I think this is also true for lots of people out there.

‘History’ -reading which we discover our past, is mostly a one-sided version of events of our past. Men wrote them and it claims the bravery and heroism of a particular sex. It claims and convinces the mass that the so-called appropriate places had been reserved for each sexs from a prehistoric time. There is always the ‘disappearing women’ neglected and avoided quite intentionally.  And the historical events having truth and lie mixed together  bear the scars of inequalities and are coloured with patriarchal themes.

Literature – which moulds our outlook in great many ways, has the doors of beauty and bravery open to one and locked to the other. Inequality is fostered here and most of the time unconsciously  by the maker , and it influences the outlook of the mass and sub-consciously creates an outlook riddled with inequalities. It is absolutely not a blame put on,  rather to me it is the weakness of literature.

Social establishments around us clearly vocals patriarchy. Most of the cases we have accepted them as just natural, but it is or was never- just natural. It is a structure made on the foundation of inequalities and it declares shamelessly the forceful superiority of one gender on another, this is of course Man-made. In liberal societies the picture is a bit different but in this side of the world superstitions and religious fanaticism have a hard grip on the minds of the mass. And as a result gender inequality remains a much-avoided issue. Here the tendency of labeling liberty,freedom and equality  with the colour of  something unholy is immensely popular and regularly practised. There are frequent stories where the the victim of rape is punished and the rapist goes unpaid (these are often done in villages on local judgement). Laws and Justice are also not free from the patriarchy end of view. The way to education is narrowed for women, although the state takes some initiatives to encourage them but the outlook of the society is something hard to change as long as there are people desperate to retain their superiority and cherish the inequalities.

The identity should come not in terms of sex rather as a human being, and why won’t I stand firmly for equal rights for a fellow human being??..The popular concepts that rules or once-ruled the world everyone of them failed gender equality. Communism incepted with the words of Marx where All Men Are Equal… but the words still remain a mystery whether it was forged into deeds or not. And if it made to deeds then whether it could end gender inequality or not… Capitalism built what we all like to call “market-friendly economy”….but did it managed to build a world which is “human friendly”??…rather the consumerism concept fostered a sexist view and enlarged the gap. The Theocracies breed on these inequalities and it declares patriarchy …how can we expect them to contribute for equality??…

EQUALITY is a must for a prosperous human race. Without it Liberty and Freedom remains merely a luxury item. The inequalities is or was never a grace for humanity , it’s a demon in disguise of an angel. Some people manage to identify the demon and struggles to annihilate it for the good health of the Homo sapiens , Others  remain hoodwinked. I don’t know how someone can live with the thoughts of discriminating and depriving a fellow human being. You just don’t need to be a women to be a feminist, all you need to be is a a person who wants to see the end of inequalities. I am a feminist and I am proud for not remaining hoodwinked .

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The Dead Zone

beneath the massacre

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Science class was  on. No doubt I was supposed to be attentive just like the rest of the class. But one thing I never understood is why do all these ideas(or whatever you like to call them) pop up during these classes…The rest is just a part of a  scribbling on the unused corner of my science book…and when I put all together, it left me wondering about all those metaphors I have used ….but anyway I liked the piece.

Look beyond those symbols I used, afterall it is (was) just another scribbling…

The Dead Zone

BLOOD and Scream…..blood and scream….and limbs of unknown Human beings stacked one upon another- so ruthlessly.Heap of concretes, piles of ashes and blood. More blood. More screams.

Two insomniac eyes. Transfixed. Visions started to blur.  A mixture of Agony and Anger, opening an aisle to the abyss. A window to the Inferno  Shadows…

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We will cry, not fight

an interesting piece of writing and a worthy reading….

the Man and the Machine

When I was at first grade I had a friend, we were best buddies, he had a great enthu about Cars be that a dodge charger or a toyota. So whenever anyone asked him – what he wants to be when he grow up, his answer was always – a driver. People usually got a mini-shock but nevertheless he had a good-short explanation for them…

I can hit the streets whenever I want and I don’t have to waste time on anything else other than cars.

It absolutely mirrored his wild passion about automobiles…Let’s leave the story there (but I assure you I will take you there again at the end of a little discussion on the Man and the Machine.

When we were kids we used to dream things that sound out-worldish now. People usually gave a look which perfectly stated- you’ll grow out of it. At the age which we like to label as immature, I don’t know whether you will agree or not, but to me at that time we spoke our Heart. Complex rules of the society hadn’t entered our brains yet; at that time heart was our head. Then we went through institutionalised education, learnt how the world runs, and most significantly we were taught – what the society wants you to be. Things like “social status” riddled our head, and then we- EVOLVED. Time and again we neglected our heart, dismissed what it wanted to say. We chased things which the society projected as valuable and worthy and eventually we buried things which were closer to our heart. We buried our Passions.

The scenerio is different in the west, but in this side of the world kids are taught (as early as possible) about ‘social status’ , it might have turned out to be something good unless the whole purpose of education pointed towards it. Another thing is that here some particular sector of profession is considered to bear what most people call “respect and status”. Sad but true that fields of creativity is sorted out of that list.Here creativity is not inspired nor given it’s place of respect. People consider it as something that would end in vain and passion is something none chase here. Then there are the great educational institutions which moulds the students in such a way that they tend to consider being ‘doctors’, ‘engineers’ , ‘govt. official’, as their only way to get that status. This might be good profession, but aren’t all services supposed to be equally important to society??…well if your passion lies with medicine then its going to be the best way you can give the world and if your passion is all about drawing cartoons then nothing can be a better You  than a cartoonist .

People who pursue in the sectors of creativity have to bear the scars of being the inferior part of the society. This is really pathetic. But there are signs of change, but it is slow. It might take two or more generations to get rid of this kind of (rubbish and primitive)outlook.

I don’t want to be an ipad nor do I want to be a super-fast calculator. I want to be a Human, not a machine. Where can I have the best answer, if its not in the heart??…  In this enslaved world I better be a slave to Passion..

Let’s go back to my buddy’s story. I met him a few days back and guess what I found- currently he has chosen a subject having good market demand. I asked him whether he had laid his passion for cars to rest. He answered with a tone of sadness and despair which echoed the bitter reality in our society (and it made me write this piece)…the same society which wants us to chase our pension but not our passion..

 

The Hope

Image“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” 
― Nelson MandelaLong Walk to Freedom

There was a time when when your skin color would’ve determined your human identity, there was a time when a darker skin meant a darker life and no matter how much you want to give the world, after the end of the day ‘black’ meant – your rights, wants, needs would never exist. But that ‘never’  was conquered by the struggle of the same person who said–                        “It always seems impossible until its done.”
Nelson Mandela, the anti-apartheid revolutionary- who had dared to redefine FREEDOM, dared to end an episode of chains, a chapter of slavery. He was the boy nicknamed ‘trouble maker’, the same boy who grew up to be the only native African student studying law at University of Witwatersrand, no doubt he had to bear the scars of racism, something immensely prominent at that time.

 Image This is a sign board from Capetown at that time of apartheid. When I had the first encounter with this picture on internet, it left me perplexed thinking what kind of ruthless world it was to live in. Glad the world had a Nelson Mandela. He actually showed the world what it is to be a human. Chains and shackles are definately not what the world needs. During the time of apartheid in South Africa laws were made with a racist outlook and thus it gave a legal face to something inhumane and barbaric. How can he avoid being a ‘troublemaker’ ? The path that he had chosen was a path of suffering, imprisonment, torture but all these became inferior to him when the struggle is for FREEDOM, EQUALITY and HUMANITY. He chose the road that was never paved with fortunes and wealth, it was an uncertain one where the victors might have erased him forever. It was that walk where every step is a struggle, it was a Long Walk to Freedom.

ImageBut history can never label Nelson Mandela with that sticker of another rebellious leader who had the eye of violence wide open but the other one always shut. How could he have been the Nelson Mandela, if he didn’t have that warm heart? 

Like the Greats of history, Nelson Mandela could envision that without the end of the inequalities, Liberty  and Freedom  would remain merely a luxury item,  it would not serve its true purpose and certainly it would not serve humanity. During his early years of struggle the racist authorities enacted Suppression of Communist act, and thus repressed him and other fellow activists, labeling them of waging a communist revolution. (That’s actually what the authorities are best at when they become desperate to retain their legacy of evil !)

Today, it’s the 95 th birthday of Nelson Mandela. From every corner of the world people paid their tributes, tweets , fb posts. And of course flowers .Everybody in their own way of wishing a great man. There is actually something more in it. A Hope. 

A man who had put ‘the end’ to long chapter of slavery is the Hope to end modern-day slavery. Happy birthday and salute to Mandela. Get well soon-this is not just a wishing from a random blogger but this is the the desperate cry of millions. This world badly needs you, we need you. 

The Dead Zone

The Dead Zone.

http://humanorigins.si.edu/research/climate-research/effects

The Dead Zone

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Science class was  on. No doubt I was supposed to be attentive just like the rest of the class. But one thing I never understood is why do all these ideas(or whatever you like to call them) pop up during these classes…The rest is just a part of a  scribbling on the unused corner of my science book…and when I put all together, it left me wondering about all those metaphors I have used ….but anyway I liked the piece.

Look beyond those symbols I used, afterall it is (was) just another scribbling…

The Dead Zone

BLOOD and Scream…..blood and scream….and limbs of unknown Human beings stacked one upon another- so ruthlessly.Heap of concretes, piles of ashes and blood. More blood. More screams.

Two insomniac eyes. Transfixed. Visions started to blur.  A mixture of Agony and Anger, opening an aisle to the abyss. A window to the Inferno  Shadows engulf the moon. A child trapped between Life and Death . Cursing every moment in this godforsaken world, it cries. It feels so near, yet so far.       Two Vultures…too high above earth….a thin curve of smile appears on their cunning faces. Every moment of opportunity equally magical – knowing this they give the wicked dive.A mad rivalry begins. An everlasting hunger for blood, more blood. A fog of gunpowder fills the air.

Visions blurred. The place – which once they called the Paradise, fresh with the fragrance of lives a moment ago, now just an ashtray- a Wasteland- a Nothing. Deformed limbs of soldiers rotting in the darkness. A maddening scream and a pool of blood, a women unsurfaced from the bottomless pit.The first air of Life fills her veins- after 15 long nights in the abyss, where each night is another trip to Hell, each moment another step closer to the eternal silence. She senses a frail sunlight,but cant feel it. She feels – Nothing.

Blood and scream…Far away a siren cries, so weak as if from another distant world. Two half-dead eyes, a sarcastic look. 

Now she feels something- a detest for Life, an insane hatred towards the ‘Fate’- which so mercilessly thrashed her. Like an insect. Nothing more. A soulless world.She loathes everything ever happened in her worthless LIFE—Life??!!… is it worth calling it life??….too cheap ….too forgettable. 

Visions burred. Again, a flood of light. A pack of mindless wolves, clad in silk suits and polished shoes. So proud yet so lifeless. the kings of today , the Judas of tomorrow.A brightly lit conference room. Filled with smokes of hypocrisy and the sweet aroma of lies….too luminous yet too unreal …. A round of lies followed by a round chuckles. They chant together in rhythms —                                “The numbers matter-not the lives; the market cries; forget the humans who died”  

But cynical me, perplexes and hear– “Those are pearls that were his eyes”.  (WASTELAND:Eliot)

Soulless creatures rise from this wasteland. Neither living nor dead. In a million years they bled once. It is Black- the colour of their toxic blood. And we drink it- together. Homage to the Beast. Visions blurred. Once again. Fragments of images , as if parts of a zigsaw puzzle, forms a muddled picture.

Tick- tock……tick -tock……I hear once again, the clock crying in distress. With some thudding neurons, where a steam of despair has clotted, I turn off the television.Leaving an untidy room and a stockpile of leftovers behind, I make it to the balcony. It is a dark world out there. Where demons reign. Shadows engulf the moon. For a few countable minutes-I feel a wind whoosh past me. Reminding me, perhaps warning me-                                                                                               “It might be a long night, another dead winter , but still you’re quite a distant from the dead zone….merely a transfixed observer….never will you feel the agony….never in the same way…never…”                                                                                           

The ravenous skeptic inside my head violently explodes!!!

the Skeptic speaks…

810142-130713-malala-at-unPerhaps just like another observer of events around the globe, I was following the Malala  case for some time. By this time she had made a well reputation of a diehard girl in a struggle for promoting education in a corner of the world which believes in shackles and chains.  Part of the incidents like the Taliban assault on her made to the headlines. Well, I am not focusing on that part (I certainly have a place of respect for her struggle) but today I will let the skeptic inside me speak.

Let’s start with this-“Let us pick up our books and our pens,” she said. “They are our most powerful weapons. One child, one teacher, one book, and one pen can change the world. Education is the only solution.”.http://world.time.com/2013/07/12/pakistani-teenager-shot-by-taliban-comes-to-un/

A portion of the speech Malala delivered in the UN, I can’t deny that these words are valuable and they have an essence of truth in it.But what has started to disturb me is the very question- Are these words actually her own??  

Another thought that disturbs me is – How far is she genuine or she is just another media face??
I know these are stuffs that should not pop-out, not in a moment when the UN has declared- Malala Day. Again I want to add that I do honour for fight , her cause and things for which she stands (at least what the media let out). And just like everyone of you who finds optimism watching her steps, I also wanted to believe in her originality. Sad but true the skeptic inside me won’t let it go. Again it is certainly not something outlandish for Malala to be another of those media faces,right?? Who pops out very often and then everyone has a good time, then years go by and the old face is replaced by a new one. New spices in the blogs, websites and new headlines. And everyone seems to like it that way.  But what if the truth is on the other side? if she is another media face?? 

Every piece of news or writings on malala  is riddled with optimistic comments from the viewers, comments where there is encouragement for her to move ahead, where I find people desperate -seeking the end of the shackles , and they are convinced and they believe in Malala, most importantly they have placed their hope on her. Can she answer this calling ?? Or will we find her fade away and replaced by another of those media faces?? Is she simply another spice in the wired world, made exclusively for hungry mass?? Or is she actually the girl worth all those optimism?? These thoughts are something that worries me right now .(yes, in a time when the world is celebrating Malala Day)

Attila Ovari

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