Feminism India

A Regal Art

The Queens Another word to thank Shakespeare for is 'drag', to describe the event of cross-dressing. The art can be said to have begun out of necessity, when only males were permitted to grace the theatre stage. This would be the sixteenth century in England and most of Europe, during the reign of the Bard. In Japan, 1629 saw a ban on female actors in kabuki theatre. This gave rise to onnagata right through the nineteenth century, where male actors would play females in kabuki productions. The seeds of drag culture had been sewn, as even after Charles II allowed women to perform, men often performed... read more »

Atlas Should Have Shrugged

I decided that I had just about had enough. I glanced over at the other fingers; bent and worn with the immense weight and wondered when our punishment would finally end. For centuries, we had known nothing but the crushing weight of the sky and now it was high time things changed. We were aeons away from the times when we held goblets of spirit and listened to snippets of idle chatter among the gods and goddesses. Among the conversations one night, I overheard Hera lamenting about her recent gain in weight to one of the nymphs. I found this extremely strange since I had always... read more »

Femvertising: Are they practicing what they are preaching?

With corporates flooding the world and grown to take captive popular imagination, it is of need to analyse the means by which they have penetrated so deep to touch chords earlier less discussed in society. Corporates have taken up the task, and in many cases rightfully so to educate and spread the message of social equity and global welfare. Advertising has become the most powerful corporate vajrayudha. The merit of any corporate PR campaign being judged on how well they could convey a social message while pushing their product to public discourse. With Feminism becoming the latest gung ho topic, corporate advertising obviously diverted to the... read more »

Nurturing Bright Young Minds

I have been studying this chapter for four hours, I’ll never finish the others today. Daydreaming, as usual. “The sex need is irresistible in man,” my Sociology textbook informs me. Striking out the last word, I scribble ‘humans’ on top. I add plural pronouns throughout the rest of the paragraph, pondering syntax and grammar to fit them in correctly. Now I read it again to study it. Studying Economics, I read that an entrepreneur aims to maximize his profits. I write, ‘/her’ in between the lines, next to it. At every point, I add female pronouns, glancing worriedly at the clock, but I can’t... read more »

‘BRICK’ By Brick.

I kept slipping from the labourer’s calloused hands, desperately trying to give the woman a few precious seconds of ventilation. I had been fashioned into a brick by the skilled hands of a worker named Mir Aalam who found me among the various heaps of sand not far from Salim and Anarkali's designated spot for midnight rendezvous. At the time, I had been a mute spectator, listening to Salim quote lofty promises of love from ornate books of poetry written in the finest Urdu and illustrated by the most talented calligrapher in Agra.  Now, I was a perfectly rectangular brick, ready to be used as... read more »