4 Jun 2012
12 Feb 2010
The third gender
Confident with heads held high, the eunuchs plunge into the traffic day in and out, to make their living by demanding money and at nights adorn shady highways posing as sex workers. Their weapon against the society is their existence - a unique combination of body and soul - that for years have caused dis-belief, anguish, disgust, anger, interest, curiosity and sympathy but has rarely been understood or accepted.
According to a survey done in 2002 it was estimated that there were over 1 million eunuchs in India and only 5% were eunuchs by birth. The rest of them were castrated men. Men, who at a certain age realise that have always been different; that they are a woman's spirit trapped in a man's body; that they can no longer suppress their true nature and talk, dress or behave like a man to please their friends; that their parents are ashamed of accepting them for themselves; that they can in no way think of marrying a woman and pretend to be a father to the kids; that they are homosexuals in a way and are expected to be ashamed about it; that to be happy, understood, accepted and loved for who they really are they need to be away from the society and live with someone who knows what it is to be them.
Sadly, they are still humans who have needs, who are Outcasts in a society where the 'untouchables' are treated better - the price they pay for pursuing happiness and refusing a lifetime of pretense in a society that doesn't leave room for them. After generations of having been humiliated and ill treated, it is only natural that they have turned hostile towards the society, a feeling that that would have been amplified by traumatic personal experiences. Further, having been prey to researchers and NGOs who have manipulated their situation for self benefits, the eunuchs have built dangerous, cold walls that make sure that there is no space for an outsider. There have been several incidents where young boys have been kidnapped by eunuchs and castrated mercilessly, cases where men pretend to be eunuchs to mint money, cases where they inflict themselves on the society and offend its moral sensibilities . There will be much more in the years to come.
But before pointing fingers at them, for our own good in a way, I think it is about time we gear up to face the real issue. Nobody is born a thief. Nobody is a eunuch happily by choice. If we accept them as they are, there would be no reason why they would opt for a humiliating life on the streets far away from their own families.
I dream of a day when a eunuchs are no longer made to feel a minority, can walk with grace and dignity into a beauty salon, cinema hall or ice cream parlor, appear for aptitude examinations or avail bank loans, can be skilled carpenters or practicing lawyers. I dream of a day when they have the opportunity to earn their bread without losing their pride. I dream of a day when I can befriend them and love them as I love my friends. I dream that their dreams will come true. It is definitely not a change that can happen in a year, but a decade might be achievable if the people in power set their minds.
I think the answer lies realising that they are not "Men trying to be women". They are the Third gender.
Note:
These are my personal views and not intended to offend any sentiments. If this article makes you think or nod in agreement, I am glad to hear about it. If you can propose any activity that will go towards helping their cause, I am all ears. If you think otherwise, feel free to enlighten me.
11 May 2009
peek into my head !!
Why is that in a bus,when the only person sitting right next to you close to the window vacates , you instinctively shift over to his seat? Is it the window view or is it about making room for more or is it no longer a conscious act?
Why do invariably most of the ads on soft drinks bank on captions that are suggestive of spirit and attitude...taste the thunder..jo chaho ho jaayae....baaki sab bakwaas...cool drink to hang out with?
Why is it that sometimes the one pervert whom you hate enough to kill, ends up being someone whom you are indebted for the rest of your life, leaving you with no choice in the matter and only mixed feelings?
(...)
11 Dec 2008
Nature at play
There was a spot where the stairway took a turn, exactly where the sun chose to shine in through the window. That was where two young hearts pounded heavily each noon. The first day they met and every day then on. For a moment, when her hair glistened and her silhoutte was framed against the sunshine before she turned and continued down the stairs. She was seemingly oblivious to the blatant attention. She had been conscious of his presence behind her as she went down the stairs. Her outward poise and gait totally belied how she felt within. She knew he would be watching her closely as she turned . "Again today?" her bouncy eager friends would ask in the evening, as soon as she jumped onto their cots back in the hostel. And she would act out the moment that had seemed an hour to her. Coming to think of it, the reason she took an hour to decide her kurta, flicked her friend's earrings, added on the hint of rouge was all for that single moment. Each day she devised a little scheme to tease him. Once she had looked right into his eyes and just when his heart skipped a leap at this unusual turn of events, she looked away as if he was transparent. She enjoyed the attention. The power.
Signals were wired out through invisible antennas. Glances spead into bold looks. She smiled a 'hi' and he signalled his mobile number. Late night sms spree ran into months. While he struggled to cross the fine line that stopped the relationship from progressing, she playfully kept balancing it. Till one day, he could take no more fooling around. The words were spelt out. He was in love and She was done. She knew it was time to find her way back the famous rabbit hole. It was beggining to suffocate her. Suddenly the attention put her off. Sms count ran down. Her friends heard less of him. The magic was over to her. But the sun still shone down on a empty spot in the stairway where a lone heart ached each noon.
25 Sept 2008
Chennai local
7 Aug 2008
s no..
As the mobile beeps away desperate to grab his attention, I attempt to be patient...not to be the victim of whimsical acts. In a bit,I could either be dancing with the daffodils or sinking with the sun .But atleast one way or the other, Life would resume.
'Follow your heart'. If only it were as simple as that, when many a times, in retrospect, I have been thankful for the good sense I had to follow my mind. Attimes the heart sends such weird messages which the mind vetoes after infinite scrutinies.
I have this heart and mind that play poker all the time. And any game wagered with a clear head ,a sane mind, focussed drive and a bit of luck is a tough gamble to lose. But as rare as they are true, there are these times when all those take a back seat paving way for magic.
A chaotic silence. My mobile has been mute for long. It was a 'no'. This particular time I had wanted a 's'. But I knew from experience that Wants could be very deceptive. Wants could turn around and make a mock of you tomorrow. But my mobile had made the sound of silence. This time apparently 'no' was the sensible thing to follow. 'no' was the truth I was refusing to accept. I had my answer and it was time to be happy.Then i got one missed call...Out of nowhere, the daffodils sprung and bloomed its way to the sky. It was a 's'.
For the past few years, times when foresight failed and tiny decisions and predictions had to be done, times when I had the courage to hand over control of my life , I would frame up a question for which the answer could be only 'yes' or 'no'. Miles away, my friend , with whom i was only occasionally in touch, who had no clue as to what my question was, what answer would make me happy( 's' is not what I always want)... made a decision for me. On no basis. Crazy as it sounds, I challenged destiny to prove me wrong and destiny accepted. I knew exactly what had to be done but refused to recognise it. But I must say, looking back am happy for all the choices I made.
If this has cocked up eyebrows, I have to add that I have found that not all random choices have been great. But with him, somehow it has always been magically right.
Gowtham...This post is dedicated to that split second which you take to pick a 's or no', inspite of me leaving you in the dark about what it was all about. They may not be life turning choices, but in its own little ways, your responses have reassured my faith in my own judgement and given me the strength to do what has to be done!!
Thanks natpu;)
P.S: Don't get biased with this post. The rules of the game will never change:)
20 Jun 2008
Wisecrack 1
"So which hurts more: labor or getting kicked in the nuts?guess we'll never know..coz nobody gets to experience both.."
courtesy: Chandler from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
:)hmmm..