“You know what is radical. Women (even men) just accepting what they look like.”- Dietland.
Imagine if feminists decide to become militant to do away with historical injustices and teach the patriarchy a lesson, once for all. I’m not sure whether they will be ever revengeful, feminism is about reconciliation and resistance and challenging norms but not in the conventional way, where arms and ammunition are the only way to solve the problem.
If there is any movement, which is non-violent to its core, it is the feminist movement. With changing times, they are not merely critiquing the patriarchy but even the set of standards about beauty and body outlook, instilled by patriarchy. The Queer movement, which is largely driven by privileged cis-gendered homosexual men, falls short in doing so. Instead of challenging hetero-normative body norms, they are being now imposed as a homo-normative way to live a life, where you should have a bangable body, that’s all matters.
Once I was meeting a Brahmin gay activist, who is also part of the momentum to dismantle Section 377 and writes regularly in newspapers and journals about law and sexuality, he is quite a celebrated figure in liberal circles. While talking to him, I referred to one of my female queer activist friends. And he was like ‘Oh that plum girl’ as if the identity of that girl is reduced to his mere body type, which is his reference point. I was offended so was the girl whom I told about the encounter with Mr. Gay savior.
Once in Punjab, a turbaned and bearded Jatt saw a happy Moulavi coming back with a lot of money donated to him for his sermon on Eid.
Jatt desired that wealth and he decided to get it Halal (fair) way. He asked the Moulavi whether he would like to bet his newly earned wealth. Moulavi said okay, and asked what is it he is going to bet on? Jatt said, if I tell you what is in your heart, your newly minted wealth from the sermon is mine. Moulavi was amused, well, his heart was excited about the Mutton curry with Nans (bread) his wife has promised to cook for Eid. Moulavi with amused looks said ‘Okay, tell me what does my heart desire? If it’s true. All this money I have earned today will be yours.’ The Jatt said your heart desires Allah. The Moulavi had confused looks in his face. If he says the truth, that he was actually desiring Mutton curry and not Allah, the believers are nearby and they will beat the hell out of him or if he says yes, Allah is what he desires he loses all his wealth. He said ‘Oh you’re right, ofcourse Allah is in my heart’ and decided to hand over his wealth to the Jatt.
Before he did that, he asked the Jatt, that if he tells him what is in the heart of the Jatt, can the money be restored back to him.
Jatt said ‘Okay, go ahead’. Moulavi used the same technique as that of the Jatt and said ‘Waheguru is what you desire’. Jatt was like ‘Oh, no, no, no brother no, we are the worshippers of Naina Devi and we desire Goddess and Goddess alone’. Poor Moulavi lost all his earnings of Eid to the eclectic Punjabis.