A Letter To Parents Raising Boys.

Dear Parents Raising Boys,

You can be the change makers. Lightened candles, signed petitions have always had our back but now we need you to be the catalyst. We have come a long way and yet there’s a long path that awaits us.

We must raise our daughters differently. We must also raise our sons differently.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists

We recently saw bois locker room conversations, groups on instagram by teenagers of South Delhi sharing pictures of underage girls and talking about their bodies. At the same time few conversations of girls’ locker room. You can read this article by Prishita Singh for more information-

https://lawcorner.in/bois-locker-room-are-we-all-really-startled

As soon as the conversations leaked, rage and anger grew in people all over social media. It blew up twitter. Hashtags like #girlslockerroom, #boislockerroom and #notallmen were trending for quite a few days.

All of it felt as if a fight between men and women each proving their innocence. People were using one wrong to justify another wrong. All of us failed to understand that it is not a fight of men against women but instead a fight between the ideologies: the ideology of feminism and the ideology of patriarchy.

Patriarchy began ages back. Since then, we have been trying to fight patriarchy. But at the end of the day, women are taught to “be careful”, to “cover themselves”, etc. We can’t blame our parents. They have always meant well for us.

We have often heard,” We trust you, We don’t trust the world.” They can’t end patriarchy or sexual assault while the parents raising boys, you can make this world worth trusting. Teach your son he is not ought to protect us rather he is to ought to respect us. Teach your son about modesty, personal space, feminism and healthy masculinity.

Fathers your son will learn how to treat women from you. Teach him well to make the world worth trusting for daughters.

“The Rape Trial” by Bidisha Ghosal Book Review

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Title: The Rape Trial

Author: Bidisha Ghosal

Pages: 548

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The cover is beautiful and thought provoking. It attracts the reader.

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This book is set in the city, Badrid Bay. The home of the protagonists. As the title suggests, this book follows the story of Avni Rambha who was raped by Rahul Styabhangi. But Rahul Satyabhagi got away with it because of his father’s clout in the city. He further became men’s rights activists. Nearly after a decade, a sting operation has proved he had been lying. Now, Rhea, Haitaishi and Amruta are to take an action against it. The book further unfolds the plot.

As soon as I read the title, I picked the book up and it didn’t disappoint me. The book has a lot more than its title; it does contain the rape trial but it also explores the thoughts of the victim, friendship, power, crime, politics and revenge. This book has been pleasantly suprising.

I LOVED the writing style. The dialogues and conversations had depth, bringing us closer to the story slowly. It’s a huge book and has a complex plot but the writing style makes it easier to read. I don’t like big books. I rarely read them but the author kept me gripped till the ending. The story starts with suspense and the it is there till the last. The characters and the backstories have been built carefully.

The book makes the reader question themselves of how many times they have turned blind eye to the harsh reality. It changes perspectives and is an eye opener. This book should be read by everyone, it speaks on the topic which needs much attention.

“Imagine a world where you can walk out and no one ogles you,” Hitaishi said. “You can go wherever you want no matter what time of day, wear what you want, let any part of your body jiggle and bounce and not think about that bloody bra strap.”

“The law is not justice. Laws are punishments, and they come too late and at immense cost to the victim. Justice lies beyond the law. You line those boys up and shoot them between the eyes. That’s justice.”

“We’re all taught to hide these things, treat them like a small thing. Especially when it comes to who the boy is. It’s this bizarre split in society where the boy doing it is nothing wrong, but you’re wrong because he did it to you.”

“Rape isn’t just that one time of sexual violence; women have to live with it long after it’s done. Once you’re dead, it’s over. Murder, at least in my opinion, is not the best, not the most accurate response to rape.”

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5/5

#BlogchatterA2Z: A letter to: You- Find Your Zen Moment

Dear You,

Find your zen moment. Zen is a Japanese word literally meaning finding peace in meditation rather than in ritual worships or study of scriptures. Currently, it is commonly used as feeling peaceful or relaxed.

Find your zen moment. Find the things that make you happy, people that make you happy. Surround yourself with them. Surrounding yourself with things and people that make you happy is nothing else than creating magic in yourself. Be happy with yourself. Love the person you are and the person you are yet to become. Your inner peace is your first zen moment. You are worthy. You are loved. You deserve the universe. Never forget that.

With everything, try to be someone’s zen too. Try to be there for someone. Try to listen. Try to understand. They too deserve the love and happiness. Make them believe that.

Thank You,

With Love,

A.

#BlogchatterA2Z: A Letter To: You (XOXO)

To You,

Hey. Take a moment. Look at your surroundings. Breathe. Feel the oxygen fill up your lungs. Take a moment to feel alive.

I want you to look how far you have come and how far you are destined to be. Our life can take us miles but also millimetres, it’s us who decide. Check in what you are feeling. Feel it.

Make this life about you. Take chances. Everyday take a moment to love,be thankful and  feel. You will soon be gone enough.

“When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and
strength. Give thanks for your food and the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks,the fault lies within yourself” – Tecumseh

XOXO,

With Love,

A.

#BlogchatterA2Z: A letter to the: Person I’ve Had Nightmares About.

To you,

i woke up at 3 in the morning,

staring nowhere and everywhere at once,

my mind says “i don’t want to be here”

 

“i don’t want to be here”

my mind doesn’t want to be in the chaos you put it into,

my mind doesn’t want to be in the mess you created after you left,

my mind doesn’t want to be in your thoughts anymore.

 

“wild hearts don’t break, they burn”

my heart burns,

with every ounce of blood flowing; i feel it burning.

i feel every vein in my body burning with rage.

the rage for you that was once love.

 

“the rage that was once love”

with all that rage burning in my body,

i wanted to scream,

it froze.

i tried to get up.

i couldn’t.

i felt as if you were right there,

right there beside me holding onto me.

i lied there,

oblivious to everything.

 

the alarm rings,

it’s 6 a.m.,

my eyes open,

fear takes place the void of my heart,

sound of alarm fills the void around me.

with every time my heart beats,

my mind mutters,

“i am scared”.

-A.