Bad Feminism vs Factual Feminism

The title itself speaks a lot about feminism. Last year I had a chance to attend the talk titled “Bad Feminism vs Factual Feminism”, where Roxane Gay (American author , self-proclaimed feminist, professor and social commentator) and Christina Hoff Summers (American author) were to talk about the topic.

Till that day, I had always been a bit confused with the word “Feminism”. I didn’t know if feminism meant fighting for your rights. But as Roxane said that if you think men and women should be paid equally at the workplace, then you are a feminist.

Feminist doesn’t mean you are aggressive or you scream from the rooftop or you argue with someone if they have a different opinion on feminism.

You are a feminist if you know what your rights are. Men and lot of women have been raving about how privileged women are these days but they fail to understand that what women are demanding today are the basic rights which have been mens’ privilege for decades.

Why a woman if she wants to explore her sexuality is called a slut. Or if a woman wants to be in love with a rich man is termed as gold-digger. Or if a woman just wants to do binge drinking, she is supposed to get enrolled in a program first where she is taught all the repercussions of binge drinking. Why do people raise brows when a woman says she loves whisky on the rocks. These whys’ just don’t stop.

Roxane totally nailed the talk when she said that men really need to stop talking for sometime and start listening to women.

But what about women who are totally against the idea of feminism or who think that today’s women have been given too much of liberty. Women who think that a man’s career is way important to a woman’s. I think these women never had a chance to grow, to fulfil their dreams, ambitions.

They forget that they are feminists as well. its just that they were never given a chance. But why are we waiting to be given a chance. Why cant we grab one, take one that is ours.

Girls today really need to be taught to be resilient, not to setlle for less, to move forward, to do what they like to do even if its binge drinking. They should be taught about consent before sex, rape, physical assault, emotional assault and even marital rape. They need to learn about their legal rights if they or any other woman they know gets into any of these situations.

Teaching them to be independent, well-read and being well aware of women rights and laws makes them prepared for the future. But at no point, should they be stopped just because they are girls.

Girls need to be Bad Feminists as this is exactly what the world needs today.

Rumi and I

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Rumi came back. “Raise your voice, not words.” Someone who has a soul says,”Raise your words, not voice.” I am Rumi and Rumi is me.

Rumi is a mystic. So Am I.

I read Rumi, I dissolves.

And only Rumi is left, standing in the doorway, waiting to be called. The wait doesn’t reflect on Rumi’s face – a face so pure, a smile so deep, and the eyes so mesmerizing. Soul gets up to savour the moment when the light shines on Rumi’s face. It is hard to say if the bulb has enlightened in the presence of Rumi. Everything in that room wakes up to a new life. A life they were all yearning for, a longing to be in the shadow of a mystic.

And here he is.

The soul staggers, touching the wall that has suddenly has life. Is this what happens when a mystic comes to see you.

To enter deep into your soul. 

Never stop dreaming

She got hit, she was punched, her arm burnt, she was starved but she lived because she loved her dreams more than her pain.

Never stop dreaming because dreams make you live through the worst.

Girls

Girls fight with their own battles everyday but more than that they fight with the eyes that follow them when they step outside.

Eyes that say, “Oh. You are so dark.” “You are fat.” “You are skinny.” “You are too emotional.” “You don’t dress up well.” “You dress so seductively.”

As a girl I just want to stare long enough into those eyes till they have tears. Tears of guilt, tears of feeling sorry, tears of fear and many more tears. Until there is no tear left to be shed.

Fighter

She wished she would have been a monster so no one would have thought about messing with her.

She was a fighter within but today she got up and joined the nearby gym. She now wanted to become a bodybuilder- “don’t mess with me”, she repeated in her mind before starting the training.

Screams

She tried to walk past the crowd, in torn clothes, her hair messed up, her lipstick smeared all over her face, her kohl making dark lines on her cheeks, every muscle of her body in pain.

Escaping every eye that made her the culprit was an art she had learnt long time back, but today those eyes pierced through her soul. She stopped, turned around and screamed and screamed till she dropped on the ground. Her screams made every eye moist. Her screams that cold December morning changed everything.

Eyes

Her scars reminded me of all the fights she won.

The stretch marks on her tummy said that she was a mum and will always be.

And her pure, radiant smile hid the pain she still had deep down but her eyes revealed all. Her pain, her fights, her fears.

Everything that I could think of.

Rebel

Was she a rebel or a victim?

He said,”A victim”, while hitting her for 10 years.

She said,”A rebel” and punched him in the face on that beautiful Friday morning.

And this ended a decade of being in a cage.

Desire

when she looks at me with sparkle in her eyes and a deep, intense longing for me.

that longing, that desire melts me and i feel a warm, beautiful pearl fall on my hand.

is this love or a desire….