Feminism - Is it about the Woman ?

Dumb question innit? But then if it is so why am I asking it...

Feminism as per what I've come to make of it, is understood by people as for and by the women.

Ofcourse if that is true, it reiterates my other hypothesis; people don't think a lot.

Feminism has got nothing to do with women, it has got everything to do with Society. Yes society, the group of people living interdependent on each other for their survival as well as prosperity.

And the last four words of the above sentence hold the key to why it is so. An imbalance in the society will lead to its decay. Unfortunately no system manages to hold perfect balance. In our human context in most of the sub societies the imbalance crept in the form of women being trounced upon. And hence feminism sprouted to restore that balance. So if you hear someone say its about 'bra-burning' or 'proving to them men' or 'being equal', its just that they haven't thought enough. Feminism is not a fight of woman against man, it is a fight women fight hand in hand with men because its a fight for a better society.

A burning police station

What made a small incident make Gandhi call of the quit India movement?

Was it so wrong for a group of villagers to voice their fury over ruthless policemen in their own way

Cut to the present, anybody whose got a point to make be it the Maoists or the well respected 'soldiers' of Maharashtra or their newer counterparts the 'New construction army' takes to the stick, brick or gun

And you get to realize the old man was talking sense. One man's freedom fighter another man's terrorist, whose violence will u justify whose will you condemn?

When taking up a cause, it is essential to take care, that we in our zealousness are not replacing one evil with another

Conversations with God

"Dear God" the woman remarked "I'm smart, i'm fun, i'm savy, i deserve the perfect man, why haven't you sent him to me"

God looks kind of confused "but i did kiddo, but you were so busy being smart, fun and savy that on his request i had to shift him to the perfect woman"


"When" she said half shriekingly "they were all imperfect, the ones i met, where was the perfect guy you sent, and wait, how the hell am i not the perfect woman!!!" she said in enough anger to even scare god

god, in a little subtler tone after all that shrieking "ahem, mind your language please, after all, it is god you are talking too. Kiddo even i'm not perfect, all over history people question God, Why did Ram leave Sita, why did Gandhi call of quit India, Was Jesus really born out of a virgin?; there's no end to finding faults, even with God. The perfect woman...is perfect because she loved the imperfections of the perfect guy

"Damn, so will i never find happiness"

"You're talking to god, shouldn't be that difficult, maybe you just haven't given it enough thought"



She woke up a while later and looked at her lab...had she been talking to her dog? no no just a dream she thought




Later at another place a chap sitting under a tree having beer and peanuts "god man you're awesome, I mean only god could've known that peanuts are the best thing to go with beer, I mean like wow"

God: "you kno its tuff to hardsell you to these women as the perfect man if you keep talking like this, ok now throw some pretzels my side"

Tossing a few peanuts that way "Oh chill man don't have to hardsell me and all, btw thats another awesome piece of work of yours, funny they are in some ways, but they're good, especially the ones that don't nag so much, they are the best, awesome creatures man, here's a toast to them"

Ofcourse the man saw nothing wierd in talking to his dog, he was drunk, thats what you were supposed to do when you were drunk

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Ok this post wasn't about the girl or the guy or the stupid 5th class debate :P but have you ever wondered the dog is supposed to be the man's best friend, all civilizations across all time periods have had dogs...surprisingly and i may be wrong on this none of the civilizations have portrayed dog as a religious symbol, no god has ever been associated with a dog. I think its not by chance, its like a secret agreement, keep the focus away from the dog...but i think one of the members of the secret committee decided to be little benevolent on mankind...after all why else would they have spelt out the name in english as DOG || GOD...

if you don't believe me...just look into a dog's eyes

The test of extremes

Ok so since i have vowed (and broken the vow like within the first week of new year) to not give gyan any longer...

I shall help you to make your own #gyan ( i know, i can see you going for that tomato that seems to have lost all its shape, so hold it right there bugger :P)

Theories of life, are best tested i believe at the extremes...

i'll try give you one example and like always leave thins unclear :P

Q1 Whom do you think of during the times when you're in most pain....

Q2 Now how much attention have you given this person in the last three days....

Q3 If you feel you haven't given enough attention, what were you so busy doing...

Q4 That one thing that kept you busy, when you are at your death bed would you feel it was worth it, worth all the sacrifices...

I don't have to tell you what to do with the answers or how to form more questions...

Judgement Day

Should we judge? Eitherways...here's me stirring the cauldron of thoughts...

One reason why I believe people dislike judging others is that...well we don't usually know the complete context in which another person acted and hence our judgments could very easily and very often turn out to be wrong...and that's scary!!!

But then isn't life all about judging... isn't it an inescapable act?

As you are approaching an intersection your mind is judging whether to slow down based on the traffic. The first time you meet some person, their body language, the clothes, everything starts forming perceptions in our minds, doesn't it?

And if there is no judgment at all...won't criminals romp the earth free?

And does life judge us...each french fry we eat...we are so squarely judged for it, aren't we ;)

From careers, to what meal we are going to eat next we make as many judgments and choices as there are moments...

The essence therefore may lie in being aware of the limitations under which we make our judgments and to learn from our past mistakes to sharpen our judgment skills and to be very careful while we make our judgments


The whole topic of judgment would also in a way tell us, that look be as transparent as possible, make it easy for people to judge you fairly

And having said that one would also say, don't be afraid of being judged wrongly. I think the lives of Mahatma Gandhi and Lord Ram had the twists in them to tell people that dudes and dudettes of the world, if people can question us, they can definitely question you, so don't let it hassle you, do what you believe in...

Confessions of a Shopaholic

So after months of having it on my laptop I finally saw this piece of work.

The joyful expression of shopping (a good tutorial for men who don't understand why women like to shop), the jealous desire of winning your man before he gets ensnared by the charms of a conniving bimbo, the addictive plight of today's youth wanting to live a life beyond their means, of a person making her career, of achieving what nobody thought u could.

The movie beautifully weaves all of this into one tale...'the girl with the green scarf'
And that is where the movie really starts, its not about brands or money or the lack of it, or romance...its about having a perspective.

"Rebecca Bloomwood: When I was 7 most of my friends stopped believing in magic. That's when I first started. They were beautiful, they were happy. They didn't even need any money, they had magic cards. "

When I was 7 I realized that we really didn't have a lot of money...dad was in the army, mom was a school teacher. I didn't buy too many novels, never bought a cassette tape till I was in 11th, every thing was a debate between cost and worth. Not like it was a hard life, we had all sorts of fruits and vegetables in the fridge, we wore shiny new uniforms to school, but it wasn't a life of luxury either. I grew up one of those who wonders what the people inside those big cars and hotels must be like. Those suits in fine fabric, custom tailored for the gentlemen, shoes shining like they have a invisible layer of water on them, the expensive glasses with ice swirling the dark portion.

It was a mystery, yes...

I've been to those five star buildings now, have swirled the ice and smoked the cuban cigars (and I mean cuban)...not like I've reached the eptiome of luxury either, I get my suits custom tailored, but they aren't cut in Savile Row...I don't dress, eat or kill like James Bond (goes without saying I don't look like him either). Even though i have been through those very halls it still is pretty much of a mystery to me...for me even now the question of cost vs. worth comes up.

But somewhere between when I was 7 and today I got to know a secret that people inside those buildings quite often find themselves clueless about...where does one find happiness?

Happiness is found at the dinner table...in a warm house, with warm food, where you share the tensions, the fights, the joys and the sorrows together.

Once you have that it is immaterial if you are eating Dal Bukhara or maa di daal (same thing diff names), whether your shorts are from tommy hilfiger or the imitation nike sold on the road side....

Once you have that.

-The Sanely Insane