I am all for freedom, but along with that comes responsibility.
I am all for gender equality.
But I am a writer by temperament and words to me are tangible living things. They have power, to change the world, to burn to destroy and to bring happiness.
Being a curious person (and also because I spent most of my student years looking out of windows) I also gaze out of the window when I am driven to office and driven back home. I see things … (no – not dead people like in that Bruce Willis movie) but I see people when they are at their natural best.
And I can not help wonder …
It is normal to see a guy hold his penis (yes, I will use the word) and urinate on the road, oblivious to the world going to work. It is a part of his body and he feels no shame about it. He does not care a damn about peeing on the road either.
Who is the slut here?
It is hard to find a guy not scratching his scrotum in public. Or even farting or burping in public. It is hard to find a man restrain himself from scratching his butt.
Who is the slut here?
Thing is that they are proud of their body organs and treat them as just that – body organs. The functions like burping or farting are also a part of body functions.
They have not been taught to be ashamed of these things or exercise restraint.
I remember my elder son once telling me in shocked tones, “You know, that shop keeper? He ate his food, rubbed his belly and burped loudly. I could see a piece of palak in his mouth. Disgusting”
I remember replying “That is just because he has not been taught better”
In my current frame of mind I feel that may be us women have been taught worse ..
We have been taught to be ashamed of our body functions. We can not stop a bus for a pee break even though our bladder would burst. We would die a million shameful deaths before we get the guts to do so.
We will not be caught dead touching our private parts in public.
So why in heaven’s name should we call this march a slut walk?
Words have power.
This is a walk to reclaim our self respect. To reclaim our own rights over our bodies and the independence to decide what we cover it with.
I can not be a part of a slut walk.
I am not slutty.
What I want to be a part of is a walk of like minded women and men, who acknowledge that a woman has rights over her body, which she can clothe the way she wishes to (within norms of decency). I want to be a part of a walk of liberated souls who state that a woman’s womb is her own, and she decides when and to how many children she gives birth. And a walk that awakens the public to the fact that a woman is not a repository of her clan honour, her father/brother/husband’s izzat or pagri.
Any takers for that?
An awesome post “In Defense of Sluts Everywhere”














