Discovering the Feminist Within

Over the several years of accumulated miscommunications among groups and individuals, simultaneous multiple social dynamics playing their parts in the world, and the simple yet understated fact that we are humans with emotions; has ultimately led us into a chaotic mix of endless issues.

One of them, that stands as tall as no mans' penis, unfortunately, is patriarchy and its repercussions on the world, on you, and on me. Just because I am writing about it with a certain level of assertion does not mean that I have it all figured out. I may not have the most virtuous idea or may have resolved the same in my brain as a whole, but the lack of sharing, expressing and communicating as humans identifying with distinct sexes, genders, cultures, religions, nations and all the other borders we have labelled and confined ourselves to; is what has kept us from uniting. As much as we would like to distinguish from all humans as distinct individuals, we have way more in common than one can think.

I have been awakened over the past couple months and liberated through personal, first-hand, and somewhat idiosyncratic experiences and revelations. Until this dissemination, I was quite oblivious to feminism, women's empowerment, rights and views. "Repent" is not what I feel often, but I am remorseful for not being able to recognize what mattered to me earlier.

Given that I was surrounded in comfort through most my life, I hardly ever had direct or immediate factors that adversely amputated my daily being. The rational feeling of equality, which some people tagged as 'fight' for women's rights was the furtherest from what I had on my mind. I was too busy manipulating my self-sympathizing life around.

Until a couple months ago, I finally caught onto the reality of not being able to do certain things when I would go back home (India).

NO, this is not where I put down India: the country I couldn't be more proud of, by shaming or mortifying her for being the way she is. Instead, this is where I stop, and take a step back.

My motherland holds the ill reputation she does for the numbered yet gruesome crimes, published and promoted to their best potential for some reason. It displays a disagreeable portrait of her as a country based on account of certain humans: predominantly, male-counterparts, who did not have the chance or opportunity to completely or even begin to comprehend how to respect a "woman"... especially "human."

NO, I am not and would never be justifying the heinous and monstrous immoralities committed by these humans. But, I am trying to paint a more detailed picture with specifications that may assist us, as mankind, to honestly fathom the intricacies.

Some may say, the predators should have kept their brains separate from their genitals, and I conquer. Although, why these predators weren't able to put a leash on their testosterone is what needs to be addressed. That being said, there are limitless explanations to the same, ranging right from simply not being brought up in a close-to-ideal environment, to the predator human being a nasty psychopath.

I do not see this as an individuals fault.

Blaming predators and victims lucidly only keeps the finger playing the pointing game. I am at fault for letting it happened for so long and it is time we (anyone and everyone) as feminists get "way much more" than we deserve.

NO, not because it's a payback or a revengeful, instigated movement, but because too many things have been screwed over the years when women 'seldom' chose...were or were made to be confined to homes.

Maybe it is time we flip it!

Let me bring another thought to surface while I 'hopefully' have you a little amped up about being 'feminist'. There are female-counterparts that have indulged to take a dip in the same waters. Women and/or females are (I know this cause I am one) and can be cunning, artful, and shrewd like any human catered with unforeseen and pressurized circumstances.

An individual is, in my most generic opinion, a milieu of choices, circumstances, judgements, environments, support systems and personal principles, morals as well as values.

Certain things are hard to understand just due to lack of knowledge or even the mere failure to apprehend particular conceptual thoughts. Some individuals may plainly criticize me for having my opinions, moreover for having the audacity to think that I could get away with it.

Some may think I am pushing it too far, that I should take it slow. Some may absolutely nod heads with me and we'll be bffs forever. Some may simply not care, just like I hadn't, because it didn't directly affect me...until, until I finally started living.

But where is line? Is it even there? Clear or blur... its essence stands fictional for me.

I am sensitive, not apologetic.

I am sensitive out of my personal strive to bridge the 'understanding gap' and not blindly obaide to what is expected of me, the guidelines to which were based on several charades itself.

I am assertive, not demanding or whiny.

I am standing up for what I believe in, and my brain is still absorbing knowledge from various faucets; while hoping that my ever-growing curiosity wishfully keeps me the accepting, adapting and evolving human I am!