This is a story not intended to be so, but turned out to be while I try to write the facts. This is also something that contains omissions to a large extend which of deliberate and accident in nature.
Just to list one kind of omission: I have to write here now, the content of some phone calls, cartain meetings and letters which i am unable to do for lack of techniques to present it in a way not to violate privacy.
So I have talked to people who are so vibrant and hopeful , to people who thinks these are ofcourse vain attempts, to people who are critically analising but at the same time investing hard in this endevour.
There were opinions that the people involved are extremely different in their perceptions or at least in the specific point from where they might begin, if given a chance. Some concluded that it will surely be dispersed in no time.
There were comments that this has to get formed since there ought to be a voice other than certain people who by themselves constitute feminism of kerala. There was this history of someone having attempted to raise such a forum and failed last year.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Series 2
Suddenly ....
There happened this sonce upon a time, Something of a story telling. Something of a history, Something that made them(US>>too, those who are yet to join too)feel the necessity of telling what we are.
Ok...
Now I get ANOTHER BEGINNING for the whole story.
I got a mail from
Adv. Asha saying that there is the urgecy of initiating discussions on feminism in kerala, with a tone of shared anxiety about the lack of discourses regarding feminism in our society or so.
Ok..then there was this discussions ...among a few, ofcourse, and a report of what they wanted it to be, telling the limitaions etc. I will post that report separately.
There was a left out part, the platform of Mayoori provided. Since I knew nothing of it then, I will leave that part to someone else to comment on.
There happened this sonce upon a time, Something of a story telling. Something of a history, Something that made them(US>>too, those who are yet to join too)feel the necessity of telling what we are.
Ok...
Now I get ANOTHER BEGINNING for the whole story.
I got a mail from
Adv. Asha saying that there is the urgecy of initiating discussions on feminism in kerala, with a tone of shared anxiety about the lack of discourses regarding feminism in our society or so.
Ok..then there was this discussions ...among a few, ofcourse, and a report of what they wanted it to be, telling the limitaions etc. I will post that report separately.
There was a left out part, the platform of Mayoori provided. Since I knew nothing of it then, I will leave that part to someone else to comment on.
Series 1(Introduction)
This is my autobiography? with reference to Feminist movement in kerala, beginning with the new attempts to form a collective, network...A rough draft of my thoughts, reflections, feelings, setbacks, hopes and needs.
So how did I first hear about it?
mmmmmmmmm.
Ok. I will have to confess it then, as you allknow this a story of it. Not then a factual report of it. As what happened last time when I tried to write down report of a meeting, what it ended up is a story which fluttered its fair wings with wishes.
Do you get it?
I will tell you.Before that let me tell this. How did the whole process began?
There was this Women's conference in Culcutta in which my friends Gargi, Reshma and who else I dont remember exactly.Seena? Kani? Abhi? . They had travelled with the group of senior feminists who works in Anweshi. Only Anweshi..? I'm not sure.
Anyways there happened to have discussions which had in it the sparks of "a collective" feeling among the "junior" feminists.
So how did I first hear about it?
mmmmmmmmm.
Ok. I will have to confess it then, as you allknow this a story of it. Not then a factual report of it. As what happened last time when I tried to write down report of a meeting, what it ended up is a story which fluttered its fair wings with wishes.
Do you get it?
I will tell you.Before that let me tell this. How did the whole process began?
There was this Women's conference in Culcutta in which my friends Gargi, Reshma and who else I dont remember exactly.Seena? Kani? Abhi? . They had travelled with the group of senior feminists who works in Anweshi. Only Anweshi..? I'm not sure.
Anyways there happened to have discussions which had in it the sparks of "a collective" feeling among the "junior" feminists.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Residing in love.
Dearest...
This , the second Thursday
That got menustrated.
The first got cancelled on a railwaystation
next evaporated in Bhopal air.
This is the second thursday
that i waited dearly for.
Nice dismissal of blood and thirst.
Where have you gone without leaving a road
Tomorrow
I will see, written
all the past evasions
line by line on your naughty face.
Tomorrow
I will wipe, from your eyes
all the words of misforfune.
Residing in your love
a steady process of living.
Living a continuous
state of anticipating.
Waiting with a half filled bowl
for the liquor of the rest of letters
that writers attempted
from centuried behind...
Residing in your own halfknown world.
residing as an ambigous word.
Waiting on this shore
of a word, that you uttered, in the beginning of the world.
This , the second Thursday
That got menustrated.
The first got cancelled on a railwaystation
next evaporated in Bhopal air.
This is the second thursday
that i waited dearly for.
Nice dismissal of blood and thirst.
Where have you gone without leaving a road
Tomorrow
I will see, written
all the past evasions
line by line on your naughty face.
Tomorrow
I will wipe, from your eyes
all the words of misforfune.
Residing in your love
a steady process of living.
Living a continuous
state of anticipating.
Waiting with a half filled bowl
for the liquor of the rest of letters
that writers attempted
from centuried behind...
Residing in your own halfknown world.
residing as an ambigous word.
Waiting on this shore
of a word, that you uttered, in the beginning of the world.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Sereena
IT was revival of the lost world
once dear
when she made her presence
visible through a rift.
"Friend of my bosom you
more than a sister
why where you not born
in my Dad's dwelling"
That was how she described
us near
in those predegree days
where our footsteps were waves
always laughing and wanting to merge
sometimes with the shore
and sometimes within ourselves...
once dear
when she made her presence
visible through a rift.
"Friend of my bosom you
more than a sister
why where you not born
in my Dad's dwelling"
That was how she described
us near
in those predegree days
where our footsteps were waves
always laughing and wanting to merge
sometimes with the shore
and sometimes within ourselves...
Between lifescapes
geting bored of my style of writing and the content, hence took a break , then thought what was it all about, blogging?? was it about me alone?language, towards a language, the available language evoked protest and deviation, wanted to move towards (what will be)???
It would some kind of language where word important to me will have rich variety, like the words for diagreeing.If there are as many words as there are positions for diagreeying like with love, with dislike, with indifference,with pain, with resistance,etc.
Like if there were expression to communicate the position of "being together" through absence, being together without expecting...with demands.etc.if it is not available it kills communication, u can better be trapped in silence eual to death.
I was shocked by two such silence,at two periods in life.
This two incidence were related to the female friends who was the key to my self, i felt then, both of them lost language and hence lost life with me and so many dear selves.
It would some kind of language where word important to me will have rich variety, like the words for diagreeing.If there are as many words as there are positions for diagreeying like with love, with dislike, with indifference,with pain, with resistance,etc.
Like if there were expression to communicate the position of "being together" through absence, being together without expecting...with demands.etc.if it is not available it kills communication, u can better be trapped in silence eual to death.
I was shocked by two such silence,at two periods in life.
This two incidence were related to the female friends who was the key to my self, i felt then, both of them lost language and hence lost life with me and so many dear selves.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
surprised.
I'm surprised that i no longer wait for an ideal world, for a ideal love for an ideal job and an ideal society, to get life started with. This makes me finally come back to home a long deserted place.
There is ofcourse struggle in maintaining life there, the same patriarchal home with the same father always trying to get his share of dominance and "loyalty" from daughters and son and always feling betrayed by a non conforming wife.
But iam not the same with them, my mother who has identified with me in my search for self has a different phase in her life, enjoying a retirement life with grandchild.
I don't know whether its a beginning of conformity in my life, whether i'm being like a socially accepted mother letting myslef be in an accepted profession for which i try hard, thinking of topics and reading based on reserch proposals.
It al started with death of sudeep's mother, somebody whom i always wanted to help in her struggle agaist the patriarchal home, somebody for whom life meant freedom and love and was ready to ask it from life only towards the end of it.
I thought i will secure my self somwhere and would come back to be with her because ours were different positions, she had hatred and contempt for men who dominates whereas i approached them ac victims.
It shocked me to fine that life can end all of a sudden without fulfilling the result of will power, i thought will power is the only thing one needs and, what all stupidities i had in mind i dont know.
Fear of another shock ,another fullstop without having any fruit for all struggles, took me to madness. Deep inside i feel defeated by her death, and will go on feeling the same if my mother too end up like that.
I changed my attitude towards home and has stopped demanding more than what it can possible afford. I see it as a space where three women have proclaimed freedom, my mother, me and my sister.
It is hence a space of conflict, a battle fiel indeed, and brains in this space are likely to explode if restlessness continues.I think i should start giving that space a pause from its constant uncertainities.
There is ofcourse struggle in maintaining life there, the same patriarchal home with the same father always trying to get his share of dominance and "loyalty" from daughters and son and always feling betrayed by a non conforming wife.
But iam not the same with them, my mother who has identified with me in my search for self has a different phase in her life, enjoying a retirement life with grandchild.
I don't know whether its a beginning of conformity in my life, whether i'm being like a socially accepted mother letting myslef be in an accepted profession for which i try hard, thinking of topics and reading based on reserch proposals.
It al started with death of sudeep's mother, somebody whom i always wanted to help in her struggle agaist the patriarchal home, somebody for whom life meant freedom and love and was ready to ask it from life only towards the end of it.
I thought i will secure my self somwhere and would come back to be with her because ours were different positions, she had hatred and contempt for men who dominates whereas i approached them ac victims.
It shocked me to fine that life can end all of a sudden without fulfilling the result of will power, i thought will power is the only thing one needs and, what all stupidities i had in mind i dont know.
Fear of another shock ,another fullstop without having any fruit for all struggles, took me to madness. Deep inside i feel defeated by her death, and will go on feeling the same if my mother too end up like that.
I changed my attitude towards home and has stopped demanding more than what it can possible afford. I see it as a space where three women have proclaimed freedom, my mother, me and my sister.
It is hence a space of conflict, a battle fiel indeed, and brains in this space are likely to explode if restlessness continues.I think i should start giving that space a pause from its constant uncertainities.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
language
Its so important to have a language in which one can recognise oneself, after a dear space's lose one tend to die, i'm in search of my language,,, the silence that i keep these dats from blogs is partially due to frustration of being unable to put myself in language knowable to others,,,
Changes from onw phase to another has also brought loses os dear selves and friends with it...and i tried to put them into a box and mourn for them at times in another blog, but it doesn't end there.i have to go on compensating the loses.
The beginning of new reflections has its beauty but its not as beautiful as it used to be, because i know now it will also pass and "we" will become strangers one fine morning and will have to search for the other's beauty with much effort if at all we make an attempt.its not sense of lose but...
Changes from onw phase to another has also brought loses os dear selves and friends with it...and i tried to put them into a box and mourn for them at times in another blog, but it doesn't end there.i have to go on compensating the loses.
The beginning of new reflections has its beauty but its not as beautiful as it used to be, because i know now it will also pass and "we" will become strangers one fine morning and will have to search for the other's beauty with much effort if at all we make an attempt.its not sense of lose but...
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Before interdependance
Interdependance in a state of independance is possible but for those who has not dared being independant...?interdependance was something i dreamt of before attaining necessary independance.
Now i feel like byuilding myself alone,so i undertook a sanyasa last two three weeks, now slowly back to everyone, ready to communicate. So what is that i felt just before hte sanyasam:
I'm caught in the web of people who know me.
"the knowable individual has been the individual caught in relations of power, as that creature who is to be trained, corrected, supervised, controlled"
It irritates me.
It drains me.
So this is where i began, then a certain introspection:
I dont know how i'm with others. I use power over them who positions themselves "helpless" and seek guidance? is it exercise of power? So how to treat a person when she/he seems to lose way?
How all i survived those phases of chaos when all i knew was i want freedom...?
I positioned myself inferior to somebody in whom i had trust. i had adapted a child pose and then sought protection....and when i have to shange it and break free...ok than i need to undergo certain moments of silence and recreation, so so and so...
Now i feel like byuilding myself alone,so i undertook a sanyasa last two three weeks, now slowly back to everyone, ready to communicate. So what is that i felt just before hte sanyasam:
I'm caught in the web of people who know me.
"the knowable individual has been the individual caught in relations of power, as that creature who is to be trained, corrected, supervised, controlled"
It irritates me.
It drains me.
So this is where i began, then a certain introspection:
I dont know how i'm with others. I use power over them who positions themselves "helpless" and seek guidance? is it exercise of power? So how to treat a person when she/he seems to lose way?
How all i survived those phases of chaos when all i knew was i want freedom...?
I positioned myself inferior to somebody in whom i had trust. i had adapted a child pose and then sought protection....and when i have to shange it and break free...ok than i need to undergo certain moments of silence and recreation, so so and so...
Monday, February 5, 2007
y do they .....
whenever i refer to somebody as "they"
it had a negative assosiation.
I felt inside a problem with the term
a kind of division,,,proclamation of division.
I got rid of it recently.
how?????????
i dint meet a sigle person who reflects my lack, depth and width and say, all dimentions.
And when it differs, as when the path is different
or when the vision is different
or when the aim is different
when the search is different
when the soul is at different stages of (Feelings?)
when it all differs, there ought to be fences, y did Frost say u dont necessasarily have to have fence? or did i misunderstand him? i thought he was as foolish as me?
it had a negative assosiation.
I felt inside a problem with the term
a kind of division,,,proclamation of division.
I got rid of it recently.
how?????????
i dint meet a sigle person who reflects my lack, depth and width and say, all dimentions.
And when it differs, as when the path is different
or when the vision is different
or when the aim is different
when the search is different
when the soul is at different stages of (Feelings?)
when it all differs, there ought to be fences, y did Frost say u dont necessasarily have to have fence? or did i misunderstand him? i thought he was as foolish as me?
y do they .....
whenever i refer to somebody as "they"
it had a negative assosiation.
I felt inside a problem with the term
a kind of division,,,proclamation of division.
I got rid of it recently.
how?????????
i dint meet a sigle person who reflects my lack, depth and width and say, all dimentions.
And when it differs, as when the path is different
or when the vision is different
or when the aim is different
when the search is different
when the soul is at different stages of (Feelings?)
when it all differs, there ought to be fences, y did Frost say u dont necessasarily have to have fence? or did i misunderstand him? i thought he was as foolish as me?
it had a negative assosiation.
I felt inside a problem with the term
a kind of division,,,proclamation of division.
I got rid of it recently.
how?????????
i dint meet a sigle person who reflects my lack, depth and width and say, all dimentions.
And when it differs, as when the path is different
or when the vision is different
or when the aim is different
when the search is different
when the soul is at different stages of (Feelings?)
when it all differs, there ought to be fences, y did Frost say u dont necessasarily have to have fence? or did i misunderstand him? i thought he was as foolish as me?
No more ... whose sreejitha is no more?
As we move on
we assemble certain identies and discard some,
or all?
Some of my identifications with the
recorded acts of sages and of poets, philosophers etc made them feel i'm one of them.
some of them having similarities with the political people
called left liberalists? or feminists?
may be they felt i'm one reflecting them.
Hey, what is this?
Am i acting into the traps?
or just listening to myself?
last time i lived the life of jude, the obscure
when was it i lived Anna Karenina,
and once not so long past
i lived
Wuthering heights, surfacing.
I knew immense possibilities of
living a life of amnesia.
i forgot to live myself.
to sort out the real real obstacles for my being.
So here i'm back to sort
to name
to organize
So now i have likes and dislikes, hights and gutters without lables...?.
we assemble certain identies and discard some,
or all?
Some of my identifications with the
recorded acts of sages and of poets, philosophers etc made them feel i'm one of them.
some of them having similarities with the political people
called left liberalists? or feminists?
may be they felt i'm one reflecting them.
Hey, what is this?
Am i acting into the traps?
or just listening to myself?
last time i lived the life of jude, the obscure
when was it i lived Anna Karenina,
and once not so long past
i lived
Wuthering heights, surfacing.
I knew immense possibilities of
living a life of amnesia.
i forgot to live myself.
to sort out the real real obstacles for my being.
So here i'm back to sort
to name
to organize
So now i have likes and dislikes, hights and gutters without lables...?.
i repent
i repent all the word spoken
all the ways proposed
i repent all the mournings felt hard
and the promises
or moments
i calim no past
for the past has gone without witing for me
or for my shadow even
i gave in,
i gave in fruitfull to the fresh
and the fresh is in the soil
will to flourish
and grow wild
seeds of hidden truth,i dig not
and let me lay bare, let the breeze be gentle.
all the ways proposed
i repent all the mournings felt hard
and the promises
or moments
i calim no past
for the past has gone without witing for me
or for my shadow even
i gave in,
i gave in fruitfull to the fresh
and the fresh is in the soil
will to flourish
and grow wild
seeds of hidden truth,i dig not
and let me lay bare, let the breeze be gentle.
do not think for me, do not follow me just be with me.
towards a harmonious existence......
i thought hard
and realised
it's not in me, it's when your inner being resists something that you have to think hard about it, if it was there as it is, i dont have to think of it and invite in to my life.
May be i will have to start as a quite selfish existence.
so forget all that is spoken about me, by me, and be with me if you want to
know or love me and please forgive me all the guidance i have given you in weak moments
so friends, i give no guidance coz i'm conflict itslef.
i thought hard
and realised
it's not in me, it's when your inner being resists something that you have to think hard about it, if it was there as it is, i dont have to think of it and invite in to my life.
May be i will have to start as a quite selfish existence.
so forget all that is spoken about me, by me, and be with me if you want to
know or love me and please forgive me all the guidance i have given you in weak moments
so friends, i give no guidance coz i'm conflict itslef.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
passion
It is when i try to name it or describe it that things are in a mess.
passion is one thing which need not be discussed
but as an analytical person(?)
or as a person with an academic self(?)
or a political(?)..... to satisfy,
i do this and get into hell.
I tried to shut that door of a feminist or activist or whatever where i need explanation for all.
It is not even explanation, it is more like a need to translate into the langauges known.
when my friend sys,
passion is always an inner cry for help
for the end of passion
and for peace,
passion is one thing which need not be discussed
but as an analytical person(?)
or as a person with an academic self(?)
or a political(?)..... to satisfy,
i do this and get into hell.
I tried to shut that door of a feminist or activist or whatever where i need explanation for all.
It is not even explanation, it is more like a need to translate into the langauges known.
when my friend sys,
passion is always an inner cry for help
for the end of passion
and for peace,
Thursday, February 1, 2007
feminism and love to me, forming me.
Being able to love.
[It's all a matter of strength. With weakness, it is not possible to support oneself. In order to love one has to stop living on others( economically, emotionally, biologically,intellectually, spiritually, etc)]
Such kind of a love was thwarted under my heart. If i remember it rightit began at the age of thirteen, when i was staying with my old and deaf grandmother at a beautiful place in wayanad, called ambalavayal,in the company of ruffling leaves and rubber woods.
My grey grnadmother spend all her time reading and re-reading the pulp fictions that they used to rotate in neighbourhoods. They could access more than five or six magazines every week since they were careful to buy the one the neighbour doesn't buy.
That was whn i was with myself, divine grace through the image of Christ used to lighten my heart and i thought inner that i will become Christ's bride, i thought there are children inside me and they will grow with me and once iw will give birth to them, ( at what age?)
well. After one or twl years, my parents become suddenly aware that "I'm grow up" and they forced me to be baqck to the city where my father had erned a low class income and the house was without a fence and in the centre of city.
In front of the house was a film talkies(we dont call it theatre as it is a smaller version of one, and used to run with the adult only pictures or Rajnikanth films).There were crowd all the time all males...
THE CONSTANT PRESENCE OF EYES that capture, confine and rape- seemed irrational at first. Irrational as it is , it exists! And that existence grew into threat weakening my mind, checking my grwoth, hindering my ways.
I grew grayer than my grandmother at the age of fifteen and made myself deafer than her. I CLOSED MYSELF AGAIST THE WORLD. And my YOUTH flourished in my undergarments with a sens of betreyal. I resented being a girl i resented my growth and and i resented all that I was supposed to love.
I thought all girls are like that and found betrayed again when they grew with such enthusiasm to become one among them, i cries and the criew were chocked again since i was asked to be "mature".
Years later when they ask me whetehr i'm a creative writer or an activist, when they probe into my identity i'm getting drowned into the that deafening world and say to myself i might be a complex existence that wanted to scream against the choking factors. And as long as it exists around me I am NOTHING ELSE.
yOU CANNOT FIGHT while living, unless you become totally identified to that fight. Unless i dedicate myself to the cause of feminism or marxism
unless i translate all my deeds into the terms of these isms, i cannot call my gith complete.
Unless i start living for myself i cannot be able to love.
The moment one start living for oneself one ebcomes able to feel the rights of others
Kindness flows from within and all you can do is to love and enjoy. All kinds of contrasts are against it.
[It's all a matter of strength. With weakness, it is not possible to support oneself. In order to love one has to stop living on others( economically, emotionally, biologically,intellectually, spiritually, etc)]
Such kind of a love was thwarted under my heart. If i remember it rightit began at the age of thirteen, when i was staying with my old and deaf grandmother at a beautiful place in wayanad, called ambalavayal,in the company of ruffling leaves and rubber woods.
My grey grnadmother spend all her time reading and re-reading the pulp fictions that they used to rotate in neighbourhoods. They could access more than five or six magazines every week since they were careful to buy the one the neighbour doesn't buy.
That was whn i was with myself, divine grace through the image of Christ used to lighten my heart and i thought inner that i will become Christ's bride, i thought there are children inside me and they will grow with me and once iw will give birth to them, ( at what age?)
well. After one or twl years, my parents become suddenly aware that "I'm grow up" and they forced me to be baqck to the city where my father had erned a low class income and the house was without a fence and in the centre of city.
In front of the house was a film talkies(we dont call it theatre as it is a smaller version of one, and used to run with the adult only pictures or Rajnikanth films).There were crowd all the time all males...
THE CONSTANT PRESENCE OF EYES that capture, confine and rape- seemed irrational at first. Irrational as it is , it exists! And that existence grew into threat weakening my mind, checking my grwoth, hindering my ways.
I grew grayer than my grandmother at the age of fifteen and made myself deafer than her. I CLOSED MYSELF AGAIST THE WORLD. And my YOUTH flourished in my undergarments with a sens of betreyal. I resented being a girl i resented my growth and and i resented all that I was supposed to love.
I thought all girls are like that and found betrayed again when they grew with such enthusiasm to become one among them, i cries and the criew were chocked again since i was asked to be "mature".
Years later when they ask me whetehr i'm a creative writer or an activist, when they probe into my identity i'm getting drowned into the that deafening world and say to myself i might be a complex existence that wanted to scream against the choking factors. And as long as it exists around me I am NOTHING ELSE.
yOU CANNOT FIGHT while living, unless you become totally identified to that fight. Unless i dedicate myself to the cause of feminism or marxism
unless i translate all my deeds into the terms of these isms, i cannot call my gith complete.
Unless i start living for myself i cannot be able to love.
The moment one start living for oneself one ebcomes able to feel the rights of others
Kindness flows from within and all you can do is to love and enjoy. All kinds of contrasts are against it.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
bitter word. better world.
I am afraid of certain word like fear, crime and foolishness.
I'm fascinated by certain words like brave, cool and peace.
But sometimes to be peaceful you have to grasp what is within fear.
And to avoid foolishness you have to be criminal.
To keep a voice innate you will have to be fool before so many.
I'm undergoin tremendous change in my mental make up. Trying to be able to accommodate so many bitter terms and be unconditional. I dont know where the ways will lead me to. But to be static is no dream, no truth and no goal. Si i take up the journey now, if you meet me agin with same health richness and sanity, lets smile.
I'm fascinated by certain words like brave, cool and peace.
But sometimes to be peaceful you have to grasp what is within fear.
And to avoid foolishness you have to be criminal.
To keep a voice innate you will have to be fool before so many.
I'm undergoin tremendous change in my mental make up. Trying to be able to accommodate so many bitter terms and be unconditional. I dont know where the ways will lead me to. But to be static is no dream, no truth and no goal. Si i take up the journey now, if you meet me agin with same health richness and sanity, lets smile.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Ideology
some fragments from a friend's mail:
"all categorizations obstructs sponaneity and causing conflict inside and outside and destruct the beauty of the relationships actions.
being part of a specific category one has to analize every action according to an ideology created by someone (may be neurotic personalities) such as feminist, anarchist, activist.....
so one should have to supress the spontaneous actions and even the emotional urges because of this ideologic analisis. it will create conflict within and there by conflit in the society, for one has asked to oppose all the activities, good or bad of others which one thinks are againist a specific ideology.
so there will be no more creative activities of wholeness but paternalistic things like feminist writings, feminist thoughts, femiist romance.....
and ofcorse these are neurotic..."
So how would I reply, a feminist who have not stuck to anything so far, even to feminism and dont believe in a state of settlement untill fully evolved..(if ever such a state is achievable!)???
Here is one kind of a reply,
"I agree and do not agree.
We have to fix the context while talking
if we talk as mere human beings living in mind, not transcended individuals, then all of us are neurotic so are feminists activists and painters.
I disagree while talking of it from among the mix of conflicts we live. There are so much to be noticed about the rules that governs us either in family society or in a nation.When we (the "I" is) are subjected to such rules we should understand its origin and try to equip ourselves at least to defend and keep going. So if u dismiss activism and feminism on the ground of being elivated, u r disregarding the world where it really matters.
we mix...too many things. While talking of certain things we occupy the position of superior individuals or at least healthy ones, and dismiss so many categories as belonging to the unhealthy. But we are not yet out of so many inllness. So madness can be cured, how?
u can depend on ideologies for such cure.
and once u r healthy u dont need any medicines.the healthy one should stay away from any ideology. I will leave feminism once i become healthy enough and am sure of the people with whom i ineteract( I mean they should also be healthy, otherwise my healthy state will not in itself suffice and make me fit to disregard ideology.)"
I would be glad if any more clarification is posted on this subjects by feminists.Discussing feminism as a passing phase is what i always preferred though language is insufficient to make why i think of it so.
"all categorizations obstructs sponaneity and causing conflict inside and outside and destruct the beauty of the relationships actions.
being part of a specific category one has to analize every action according to an ideology created by someone (may be neurotic personalities) such as feminist, anarchist, activist.....
so one should have to supress the spontaneous actions and even the emotional urges because of this ideologic analisis. it will create conflict within and there by conflit in the society, for one has asked to oppose all the activities, good or bad of others which one thinks are againist a specific ideology.
so there will be no more creative activities of wholeness but paternalistic things like feminist writings, feminist thoughts, femiist romance.....
and ofcorse these are neurotic..."
So how would I reply, a feminist who have not stuck to anything so far, even to feminism and dont believe in a state of settlement untill fully evolved..(if ever such a state is achievable!)???
Here is one kind of a reply,
"I agree and do not agree.
We have to fix the context while talking
if we talk as mere human beings living in mind, not transcended individuals, then all of us are neurotic so are feminists activists and painters.
I disagree while talking of it from among the mix of conflicts we live. There are so much to be noticed about the rules that governs us either in family society or in a nation.When we (the "I" is) are subjected to such rules we should understand its origin and try to equip ourselves at least to defend and keep going. So if u dismiss activism and feminism on the ground of being elivated, u r disregarding the world where it really matters.
we mix...too many things. While talking of certain things we occupy the position of superior individuals or at least healthy ones, and dismiss so many categories as belonging to the unhealthy. But we are not yet out of so many inllness. So madness can be cured, how?
u can depend on ideologies for such cure.
and once u r healthy u dont need any medicines.the healthy one should stay away from any ideology. I will leave feminism once i become healthy enough and am sure of the people with whom i ineteract( I mean they should also be healthy, otherwise my healthy state will not in itself suffice and make me fit to disregard ideology.)"
I would be glad if any more clarification is posted on this subjects by feminists.Discussing feminism as a passing phase is what i always preferred though language is insufficient to make why i think of it so.
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