Sunday, January 12, 2014

Protecting Our Culture

Who wants to live in the past?

If they had a time machine, who would go back to the medieval India or ancient India and decide to stay there instead of coming back to modern times?

From what I can see of the reactions to the month Supreme Court verdict and the comments on news items relating to the ban on homosexuality in India, many would.

Numerous are the comments that say that the Supreme Court has upheld Indian culture by striking down the Delhi High court verdict which favoured homosexual acts between consensual adults.  
For now, let us forget the fact that ancient India had a much higher tolerance towards homosexuality. Let us also forget that Indian mythology and scriptures have examples of Lesbian, Gay and transgender people.

Let us consider instead how life would be like if you were to go back to medieval India and be a Hindu.
Whatever the profession of your caste, you were supposed to stick to that. Let all men born to Brahmin families be teachers and priests, let all male kshatriyas join the army, let all vaisyas be merchants, and let all shudras be servants. Let other castes do jobs that the four castes won’t touch. Let anyone who doesn’t practice this be cast out or killed.

Oh, you like physics and want to be physicist? Are you a male Brahmin? No? Then you are not entitled.
What? You want to become a police officer? Wait? Are you a male Kshatriya? No, then you cannot join the police.
Goodness, you are a shudra and you want to become a doctor? How dare you? It doesn’t matter if you have the brains; you need the birth.
Oh no Ma’am! If you are a woman, what is in your head doesn’t matter. Are you a virgin? Can you give birth to a male child? That is the only thing that matters where you are concerned. [Though it seems depending on the region, higher class women were allowed to have an education. And there were exceptional women in Indian history, Rani Lakshmi Bai being a prime example. However, they had no status independent of their husband, father or brother.]

Oh come on, go ahead and burn your widowed daughter… or, relegate her to the darkest corners of your house clad in white. Let us forget that she is human. After all, we want to follow the highly exalted Indian culture.

Marriages were based on castes and economic status. Let love have no place in society because all men should marry within their castes, irrespective of the fact that they may fall in love with someone of an upper or lower caste.
Oh, you fell in love with a woman of a lower caste or another religion? Bad luck buddy. Just have an illegitimate liaison with her. We don’t mind that. We mind only marriages and sharing of wealth and name. Let her bear the fruits of your passion and shame along with that. Not your fault.
No lady. You cannot fall in love with anyone. Not even a man of your own caste. Your elders will decide what is best for you. Yes, that will be based on what will best benefit them politically or economically, but then, that is our culture, isn’t it? Women exist to serve men.

Domestic violence, murder for caste, economic and religious reasons, and exploitation were all but institutionalised. Let women be beaten and raped. Let the higher caste youth who dared to love a lower caste girl be cast out. Let the lower castes do all the work while the kshatriyas or rajputs relaxed.
Oh dear! You are falling ill because of back breaking labour? I am so sorry to hear that. However, there is nothing that can be done. You are doing your duty for your Zamindar. It is up to your Zamindar to help you or not. Don’t worry lad, I will pray for you. May you be born to a higher class in your next birth.

So, commenters, politicians and bloggers, highly educated Indians, are you willing to pay the price to go back to the past? Are you willing to give up your freedom to choose your career, your life partner, your economic situation?

Or, have you got tunnel vision when it comes to our culture? How do you decide which part is right and which part wrong? Those parts that you are uncomfortable with are wrong and everything else is right?
Our culture neither ancient nor medieval was perfect. It promoted a lot of discriminatory practices based on nothing but birth. When it came to women and lower castes, these discriminatory practices bordered on cruel.

Why would you, why would anyone who is educated decide that another discriminatory practice of those times is good, just because it concerns a much misunderstood minority?

Note: I know that many of these abhorrent discriminatory practices against women and lower castes are prevalent in India, even today. However, many educated Indians agree or pretend to agree that discrimination based on caste or gender is wrong. There are laws, at least on paper, which protect victims of discrimination. There are Bollywood movies that spread the message enthusiastically that Romantic Love between a man and a woman is wonderful, no matter which caste, class or religion they belong to. Unfortunately, these courtesies are not extended to the LGBTs. (I know, I know, when it comes to safety of women, the economic situation of lower castes in rural areas, the question of inter caste/inter religious or even inter class marriages, things are far from perfect. That is beyond the scope of this article. So, please don’t say, hey but this happens to these people. I know it does, and I hope they protest. I am with them.)

To Add My Voice to the Many (cont.)

Me: Stop looking for guys for me because I am gay!

Friend: Really? Why didn’t you tell me before? We could’ve taken a house and stayed together and then I wouldn’t have had to get married.

*Jaw hits the floor; and wishes fervently for magic to make words remain unspoken.*

Friend: You know, as friends. I wouldn’t have got married, if I knew I didn’t need to be alone…

Oh! Thank God!

I now know how Gretchen Thomas felt when Liz Lemon proposed they move in together after 25 years if both of them are single at the time… Except that I don’t have a thing for my friend, of course. (Also, in case you were wondering, I would have totally made a life altering change and gone for the brilliant plastics engineer slash lesbian…)

Disclaimer: I am not entirely convinced that I am a lesbian. I may be an asexual or an asexual lesbian; while I have had crushes on XX people (and to a very very lesser extent on those with a Y chromosome), I have rarely had a single sexual feeling towards anyone. All of my crushes were emotional ones. Still, reading the news about the Supreme Court verdict on homosexuality made me realise that I identify with lesbians. I take offense at the suggestion that the law has any business deciding what consensual adults do with each other; and I will always side with those who fight against this discrimination.

To Add My Voice to the Many (cont.)


Me: Hey, what would you say if I told you that I am gay?

Friend: Are you crazy?
;-(
Me: No, I am not. I really am gay!

Friend: All right! Hey, did you watch this new movie called...

That is it? I convey this life changing revelation, and that is your reaction!!

On second thoughts, thank you for taking it as just another fact about me.

To Add My Voice to the Many (cont.)

Here are a few of my friends’ reaction.

Me: You know, I think I am gay!

Friend: Oh, I knew already!

And all that time I wasted trying to figure it out!! Damn, should’ve just asked you.

To Add My Voice to the Many

In light of the recent blow to Indian gays (you know, the month old Supreme Court ruling, declaring that the Delhi High Court ruling that strikes out section 377 is wrong, as long as the people involved are consenting adults) I decided to come out to my mother. (The judges said that they are ruling against the High Court verdict because they don’t think many people are affected by it… Naturally, I thought I should do my bit to bring the numbers up.)
Here is her reaction.

Mother: “Why are you telling me this?”

Ah! Ignorance is bliss?

Me: “So that, if and when I find someone, you are prepared.”

Mother: “You know just because you may like someone that way doesn't mean they will like you that way too…”

And here I thought that I just need to fall for a person for them to love me back!

Me: “That is true for everybody mother.”

Mother: “You know, there is no need for you to form ideas based on all those books you read. You are probably asexual. I know you are not attracted to guys. That is all right. Just be asexual and don’t marry.”

Me: “I know what I am amma!”

Mother: “Yeah! You aren’t gay probably! So, there is no need for you to tell anyone else. Because you are probably just forming ideas based on books…”


I am glad you aren’t a big fan of science fiction mother…

Mother: Anyways, you know that I love and accept you as you are, right?

Thank you.

Freedom

How does it feel to be born in the nineteenth century, or the early to mid twentieth century? Or, even in today’s world to a set of parents who do not give as much importance to an individual’s freedom of thought as mine do?
How does it feel to have your ability to do something, to take a course of action, be restricted, no, be removed, by an outdated mindset?
How does it feel when the only options available are: be true to your own self and be subjected to a lot of vitriol and self doubt, or be true to the times and die in your heart?
I have this question often… When I read history books, when I listen to folks of my parents’ generation talk about their marriages and their lives in general, when I see a certain individual’s reactions to their daughter deciding to marry a person of her choice…
I have had this question often… I never thought I would have the opportunity to find out the answer… (God, I wish I never had.)
Let me tell you, it is stifling…
It is maddening… 
It makes you feel like a minute grain of sand and an elephant in an arena full of spectators at the same time…

It also made me decide that I would rather face vitriol than wear death on my heart.

A few things to keep in mind…

I don’t promise to be regular…
I don’t promise to write about issues/events/emotions/genre that interest you…
I don’t promise to write for your side of the matter… 
I don’t even promise to be particularly intellectual about anything…
With these caveats, let us move on…

Why I Started This Blog


Hmm…
May be it has something to do with the fact that I am bored out of mind and need to do something with my intellect… (Well, as much of it as I have, anyways.)
May be it has something to do with the fact that I am irritated by the Aam Aadmi Party (the common man’s party) as I have never been by the Congress and the BJP… (Irritation is good people, it makes you pay attention; it’s indifference that you need to watch out for.)
May be it has something to do with the month old Supreme Court verdict that struck down the Delhi High Court ruling about homosexuality…
May be it has something to do with the realisation that even if it is just one voice adding to the clamour, even if it is just one more voice that could go unheard, it is still better than not speaking out at all… (Regret for the things you did is better than regrets for the things you didn’t.)
May be it has something to do with the epiphany I had one evening while travelling; that I am nowhere near the kind of person I admire and want to be.
Anyways, here we are…