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Saturday, 4 March 2017

Feminism- The Untold Tale.

Often regarded as female chauvinism and female dominance, feminism is considered a movement started by women, who are desperate to be treated equal to men, feminism is regarded as "women trying so hard to become men"

Moment of Truth?
Feminism is a movement towards equality, feminism is not desperation but a slap on those faces who believe "Women are inferior to men", Feminism is not just about women promoting equality but also MEN who proudly call themselves a feminist.

Let me tell you a small story.

It all started with Adam and Eve. Where Adam, began to collect leaves, wood, nuts for survival, and Eve, was busy decorating the hut. Adam used to carry loads on his back, and Eve, used to take care of the offspring. Hence, everyone assumed for a fact that women are incapable of doing things, which men can. Poor Adam and Eve, I am sure this is not what they wanted.

Generations passed, we saw instances of great kings, highlighted for their mightily deeds, but queens, neglected. Everyone praises Mark Anthony for his conquers and bravery. How many of us have actually praised Cleopatra? Glorifying the Mughal empire, Akbar was easy, but there was also Razia Sultana, the lone warrior, and Rani Lakshmi Bai, fighting for her Jhansi. Queens were exchanged for empires, would it make a difference to people? No. Because obviously, women were "Meant to be in the kitchen, making food, making babies"

Firstly in India, there have been so many problems which women faced. Starting with the Sati System, Where, a woman had to jump into the funeral pyre, in which her husband's body was burning, like she had no choice but to jump into something she didn't wish to. (Much like arranged marriages these days) Then, the widows, were deprived of any status, any respect and they were treated like trash, an unwanted burden in the society. Most Importantly, Female Infanticide, where, once the child was out of the womb, and determined a female infant, everyone would mourn and kill the child, cause obviously, they wanted boys, and only boys. (and then there would be an irrational ratio of male and female population and then LGBT rights would become a new issue altogether)
As technology increased, the concept of "Sex Determination" came into existence, which made conditions for innocent girl child even more pathetic.

These problems settling in slowly, but others came up, women, considered to be an albatross, so often, in our tradition of Barter System, women were bought and sold. (Still happens, to my dismay)
Or worse, families were so poor that they needed money from the girl's family in the form of Dowry, how very kind, and then pressurized by the family to give birth to a baby boy. (Like it's totally in the woman's control, she only produces the sperm and the egg)

Time went by, education gained popularity in India, but again, girls were deprived of this facility. "What is the point on spending on a girl's education when she's gonna sit and home and have kids?"
There was a strong discrimination against girls, where families had a mentality of " Oh why spend on education if we can get her married someday?" and then continued the esteemed culture of "Child Marriage", where readily sitting pedophiles wanted to  marry 10 year olds.

Crawling and struggling we came to the twentieth century, where this precise history of women, still came back and haunted them. They didn't have their own Identity, dignity or respect they deserved.
Even during elections, a woman, was known as "Wife of XY" "Daughter of XY" "Mother of XY"
Was this fair? Of course not. And living on the assumption women will always be weak, our prestigious Indian Constitution even makes Marital Rape Legal in India!

Then we came to the twenty first century, everyday a girl raped, everyday an infant assaulted, everyday a woman killed, everyday an infant murdered, eyes on "Nirbhaya" which was horrifying to hear, and witness, in the documentary, which was once again banned by our generous government trying to hide it's flaws. If a girl wears crop tops and skirts she's exposing too much skin, but if she wears a saree, nobody cares about the skin and the girl becomes a very well mannered individual. What's gone wrong with our country? The mentality, and where is equality?
Hidden deep beneath the chauvinistic ego of society and culture, suppressed under a superficial world that women are incapable.

Story ends.


This is why we talk about Feminism.

Ironically, today, if a girl is raped, she is herself responsible for triggering or provoking the man. (society is definitely poor with biology and the concept of hormones I must say.) Wearing short clothes, is a sign of slut culture, if a girl has an opinion,she's ill mannered, if a girl is in a live-In Relationship, she's a prostitute. If a girl wants to get married to someone she prefers, she's ungrateful to her parents. Mentality, narrow-mindedness, is what is filled inside the ever shining heads of people. To discard these thoughts, is why feminism exists.

To all those tho prefer calling themselves "Equalists" or "Humanists" Just because "Feminism" has the word "Feminine" in it, let me tell you one thing, you're not going to lose anything by accepting for a fact that you're a feminist. Men or women. One should be proud, about being one. But often people mistake feminism with feminanizm. " I want women to do everything, for themselves, without the pressure of society, without any male chauvinism, without any restrictions" is a Feminism Mentality. "I want women to overpower the world, and make sure every man has a horrible lifetime, I wow to hate men" Is a feminazi mentality. The first step towards equality, would be understanding the difference between these and then making yourself familiar with which concept or which category you belong to.

Society needs to understand that women are not cars, for which they own a remote, and play racing games, women are not tools, to be used for their own benefits, rapists and rape- minded ever triggered people need to understand that women are not made for satisfying their hormonal imbalances, they should approach a doctor in such cases and not rape a girl, leave alone a girl, infants. Anyone can wear whatever they want to, may it be a saree or a bikini, may it be suit and tie, or shorts and tshirts, nobody's to judge. Nobody's to tell an Individual what to do and what not to, where they belong and where they don't, I think people have a brain good enough to decide for themselves.
Nobody is girly or manly. If I like wearing jeans, sneakers and tshirts, It does not make me boy-ish or manly, If a boy likes Pink, that doesn't make him girly. Preferences and choices cannot distinguish an Individual and their personality, is what majority of our society needs to understand.

This is my Insight on Feminism, what is yours? and by the way,

Are you a feminist?



Wednesday, 28 December 2016

Oeuvres of a roller coaster ride


I joined this school in the year 2010, A little girl, who was shy and introverted. I slowly started engaging myself in activities. From dancing in the annual day initially, ending up as Assistant Director at Harvard Model United Nations.
 On 28th January, 2016, I became the Cultural Secretary of The PSBB Millennium School. I always knew that if I had to contest for Elections, I’d choose this post. I knew what I was signing for, a huge, yet magnificent opportunity. A chance to redefine myself, an adventure to take my school to greater heights. Ever since the day my term commenced, I took up my post with full solemnity, right from organizing “Au Revoir” to Tarang, preparing a team and going for Culturals, MUNs and debates, it’s been a monumental ride.

 Tarang is undoubtedly, the best thing that happened to me in the academic year 2016, which undeniably included, getting into astringent controversies, brawls and ghastly disputation, but, we all remained unflappable and dealt with it meekly. It wasn’t just making Tarang a success that mattered, it was the unity and coordination between teachers and students, leadership skills and organizing skills that have been imbibed in us. This school has given me a fair bit, the manifestation that I always wanted, the colossal experience and perspicacity that has moulded my personality. I also feel that doing something as a cultural secretary is just a small token of gratitude,that I repay back to such a magnanimous school.

One person I would wholeheartedly thank is Mrs. Sita Umamaheshwaran, our former Principal and now The Director training, who has always supported me, right from the day I joined this school. This being my final year at school, being a part of the Student Council Body has been a remarkable journey and a memory that would never obliterate. Thank you PSBB Millennium.
My note to all Millenniumites would be, never feel discouraged or apprehensive to embrace any fair opportunities that the school caters to you, be virtuous, ardent and serene, it’ll all fall in place, just right. This place, is not just a school, it’s home, and the people in it, are not just mere humans, but family, so cherish every minute in school, make it the best time of your life, so that when you look back one day you can very proudly say;
“Oh, I studied in The PSBB Millennium School, and I had the best time ever.”

Shrea Suresh


Friday, 30 September 2016

Allegories Untold

There is a side of me,
that nobody understands.
There is a part of me,
that nobody fathoms,
The heart, mind and soul,
as wild as a maniac's dream,
some fulfilled, some untold
trapped in a rib cage, so bleak.

There they are, my stars,
laughing at my melancholy
There they are, my scars,
reminiscing the stinging memories,
My eyes, my lips, my hands,
trembling like a hurricane,
as sour as rolling teardrops,
like acid on brittle mortal.

Here I stand today,
falling morose and frail,
Here I am, this instant
full of befuddling perplexes.
alive with my secrets,
obscure like intimate malady.
Irate with my regrets,
shattering the inner me.


Monday, 11 January 2016

A letter to my friend

Dear Shruti,
A new year has begun, and it's been around 3 months since you left all of us. Things have changed, people have changed, somethings have got better whereas somethings have gotten worse. 

I don't know how exactly to explain to you what is going on in my mind right now, but I do know that you're watching me, that you're my darling guardian angel who will always guide me through the right way, I know that you're around me seeing what I'm going through, I need you to know that it's really sad how people change within a very short span of time, about how time flies and affects all of us very indirectly yet to precisely. It kinda hurts you know. But I'm also glad that he got people by my side to hold me and act as a source of happiness in my life. 

Lately, I've kept myself occupied with things so that nothing really gets into my head and I don't spend time thinking about it rather than doing my work, but I can't seem to help it. I feel miserable sometimes and happy otherwise. I'm getting weirder day by day. I don't know what is going on, if I'm confused, or if I'm morose. It's kinda complex and I'm sure only you can understand me. Thanks for listening to me patiently and never complaining, you're one person I could rely on and trust blindly in this world full of hypocrites, I know you will stay by my side no matter what and never backstab me. 

I really hope things change and get back to normal, I hope I am not way to delusional right now, reality is hard, I am facing hardships living with it you know, but this is something I've learned from you, never to give up and fight till the last moment. You're my inspiration shruti. I hope you are listening to me, you love blogging and I'm sure your up there with a laptop with you and headphones on listening to your favourite songs, maybe watching or planning Harry Potter part 1000 with Harry's great grand children or maybe watching One tree hill again, and reading blogs of mine, as you liked it. 
But yeah, I know you're here for me and will be always. 

I'm never usually like this you know, it might be the exam stress or the fear of moving to 12th grade, but everything around me is swiftly moving and It seems to go out of my control, anyhow, thanks for keeping an eye on me. 
I honestly, truly, faithfully love you and I miss you very much. Come back to me soon if possible. 

Thanks for everything. 
Yours lovingly 
Shrea. 

Thursday, 26 November 2015

Paradox of the Ravaged Terrene

With too much Pride,
Needing a guide,
we will deny it,
But behind lies we hide.

Bliss Lost,
The Holocaust,
We behold to see,
Heads camouflaged in frost.


Not acquiring the blame,
craving for fame,
as advanced as we are,
We're all still Untamed.


 















Children Abandoned,
Destitute and stranded,
we're all perishing the life,
That we have been handed.


People availing fights,
No longer cherishing the sights,
while mere mortals are taking
Our God blessed Rights.

Commandos Killed,
Void can't be filled,
Pray and Pay attention,
For pure souls have been tilled.

The urge to find peace,
To work In-Sync like geese,
But tremendous of all,
The Hate needs to cease.








Thursday, 29 October 2015

Maniac or Schizophreniac?

Sometimes gazillion thoughts storm up your mind, let it be; negative, positive, logical, psychological, hypothetical, delusional and the list goes on and on and on. It gets you bewildered as to how to react? Be elated about the marvelous happenings, or be agonized by the horrendous negativity of life?Do you like your past better than the present? Are you upset over things you do not have? Think about the future ?( Which again is a contradictory to what everyone says, Live in the present blah blah), Live in the present ( yes with so may delusions which never gives us a piece of mind)Or dwell in the past? (Yeah people also say, a horrible past makes you a better person) Are you a better person yet? Or do people still expect hell oodles form you? One Important question, Do you live for yourself? or do you live for the sake of others? Do you consider your wishes? Or are you a wish granting factory to the society? Are you going to make the change or sit back, hold a box of popcorn and critisise everyone else around you? Are you the couch potato or the one to make a difference? What are you going to do with your life? What are you here for? Have you ever wanted to be someone else? Have you ever felt like you didn't want to live anymore because you lack the Human necessities? Have you tried yourself or have you left it to the so called "Heaven" and its "Creator" ? Do you believe In God or are you an atheist? Or are you confused and you call yourself an agnostic? Do you really have to believe what others clout you to believe? Or do you think twice before believing any random-est  things that the society things is "correct"? Do you think for yourself or do you expect others to make decisions for you? do you trust the others whom you rely upon to make decisions for you? Do you know the people well enough to tell them what means the most to you? how do you if they are not taking the advantage of your vulnerability? How do you know people are being selfless and helping you or if they have their own greed behind it? How can you read minds? Have you tried being yourself?why don't you try being independent and resolve things on your own? You think others know you better than you do? You think the "Society" knows you, your potential, your future, your achievements, your development, your interests better than you do? You think you are a puppet of your surroundings? What is it that you plan to do? Have you planned it enough to face the consequences? Have you pictured how these consequences will affect your future? Are you thoughtful enough to think about all this? Are you sensible enough to say "no" to people? are you practical enough to understand when someone takes you for granted? are you wise enough to know if the road you've chosen is right or wrong?Are you influenced by your parents to make decisions? Do you lack liberty? Do you not realise that it is your life and you get to do what you want to? Don't you know you could be fearless? Don't you know you are unique and everything you plan for yourself and others will be for the betterment of everyone? Do you believe in motivation? Do you feel that you can do something? can you be collective than selective? Can you not think only for yourself but think about the others without affecting them in anyways but enhancing yourself?Do you understand? Are you able to form conclusions?Are you still going to think or just sit and read this blog? Okay, so Are you forming opinions upon me? Do you know me well enough to judge me? Knock yourself out, but good job, who am I? You know me?If so, what do you think I am? A Maniac or a Schizophreniac?


Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Shruti Ravi- My Superwoman




It was back in grade IX, the first day of that year 2013,when I met Shruti. She was very friendly in introducing herself and it was then, when we started talking. We shared many things in common,either it was praising our favorite food, or well talking about our favorite novels (hers was Harry potter) or some TV Series (our favorite was one tree hill) As time passed, I realized she was a prodigy. Excellent in studies, Confident orator, Humorous Writer, Innovative in arts, so creative that whichever group activity “Shruti the scholar” took up, that group got full marks. She was gentle in speaking, she was very polite. She never fought with anyone, never had any bitter feelings or thoughts about anyone. Her soul and heart was pure. Then came November, when Shruti was not very regular to school, it got all of us very curious. When asked, we were told she had an eye pain, then we were told she has migraine, and finally that she had anemia. But it was still unbelievable. So we decided to go see her. When we informed our teachers about our plan they told us not to react when we see her bald. That got us thinking, why would an anemic go bald? We went to see her, and there she was with an evergreen broad smile on her face, she greeted us with a warm hug as she was very elated. And the first thing she said to us was “ Look at me, I look like a clown, you guys can laugh you know, I mean I look so funny, why are you guys so serious?” yes that humor. That positive approach. Always was there within her. After watching a few superwoman videos, and updating her on the latest gossips of Millennium, we decided to leave. And that is when we got the biggest shock, aunt told us she had leukemia, and that she was going through chemotherapy. 



As time passed, her condition was worsening, but we always got some or the other positive result, she fought leukemia, she went through vigorous chemo-therapies and blood transplant, with the incredible support from her parents, she never gave up, she was so strong that it was credulous.
But life is never always fair to us. She had to go. 2.36 pm, 18th October, 2015, a beautiful soul, our guardian angel dispersed to where she belonged. She’s an inspiration to all of us out there. Her spirit and personality was just impeccable. She was a bundle of joy. She went through blunders all day, all night with a smile on her face. Despite of being in a tough condition, she thought about all those poor children who could not afford treatment for cancer, she had the biggest heart and the most lovely soul we would ever come across. Shruti, You’re in a better place now. I hope you’re smiling up there. I hope you know that we all love you. O hope you know that you will always remain in our hearts and memories. I hope you know that our friendship will always prevail. I hope you know that your millennium cherishes you. You have the biggest heart. You’re the bravest. You’re my superwoman. I would like to conclude with a small poem I wrote on Shruti;

There she was, Bright as sunshine Bold as a grenade. There she was, Happy as a lark Strong as a blade.
There she was, Fighting and batting her fears With a smile on her face. There she was, With a tremendous courage, A splendid approach, A positive perspective, With a heart so affectionate. There she was, Beautiful in and out, Ready for all circumstances, Without any hesitations. And here she is, and will eternally be, In my heart and forever in my memories, For she is brave, for she is my superwoman.