8 March 2012. International Women’s Day and the festival of Holi. I wish to highlight an irony I witnessed on the eve of the day on which the two great festivals fall.
On 7 March 2012 – that is, today – the Holika dahan paraphernalia was set up in a particular place. [Sorry, I can’t name the place.] A woman, like many other women, added many things to the paraphernalia which consisted of tall logs, dry leaves, cow dung cakes, etc. The cow dung cakes are part of the religious ritual, as far as I understand. Some women came and placed some earthen lamps too around the whole set-up (which I call paraphernalia for want of a better word in my vocabulary). Women came all through the day to place various things around the paraphernalia. These women had spent days to prepare such things most of which were cow dung cakes which looked like black and big vadas (a ring-shaped food item). Someone informed me (the idiotic me who doesn’t understand such rituals) that all these things which the women carried were subjected to some puja (religious ritual).
The burning of that paraphernalia was decided to be at 7.15 in the evening, about two hours back from when I’m writing this blog.
But the whole thing got burnt up at about 2 o’clock in the afternoon.
In the evening the rumour spread. A widow had put her diya [earthen lamp] as an offering at the paraphernalia and the fire from the diya spread to the whole damn thing. Yes, the whole paraphernalia had become damned because of a diya put up by a widow. The mood of the entire crowd gathered around the paraphernalia was altered because of the rumour. The crowd would have burnt the widow had they had a choice.
And they would have celebrated the international women’s day tomorrow.
This is India.
I’m not exaggerating a bit, my readers.
This is the India of educated people. It happened in an educational system. I know I will be hauled over coals for writing this. But this is the truth.
In India we can at least write the truth. Because most of our politicians don’t understand the languages in India. Thank God, there are so many gods [I mean, languages] in India. Thank the goons there are so many political parties in India.
Throwing dirt all over people. Tomorrow. Holi. I would like to hide in my room. I don’t like dirt. It gives me health problems. I don’t believe that people can re-establish their relationships by throwing dirt on one another. I don’t think people have to get sullied in order to make an end of winter and start bathing daily again. But I do agree that if people want to throw dirt on one another they should be given a chance to do so without harming one another. So, wish you all a people-friendly HAPPY HOLI, rather than an environment-friendly holi. Let the environment go to hell, let us all go to hell. We’ll make the best of hell too. Take some businessmen ( not women) with us.
Yeah, women. It’s the international women’s day too. A widow will be sacked from job. A few girls will be raped. And many girl children will be born in Mulayam’s state too to die in darkness. Mayawati would have made no difference. Except for putting up black elephants instead of white ones in parks. And Mayawati is a woman, I guess.
But most women will be happy wearing their best dresses tomorrow. To celebrate INTERNATIONAL WOMAN’S DAY.
Showing off themselves.
Didn’t the 21st century liberate women?
I think it did. And what did the women do? They sold their bodies. On the ramps. As models with skimpy dresses. At internet sites where pornography sells. At some very fine job places too. Look at Hindi movies to see how heroines are dressed. And wonder whether the women have liberated themselves really. In spite of the opportunities given to them?
Whose world is it, a man’s or a woman’s?
Can’t it be ours, both the man’s and the woman’s?
Wish you all a Happy Holi [let’s burn – the evil within ourselves if possible] and a Happy Women’s Day [let’s discover the woman within ourselves or the woman nearest to us].