Originally published on Youth Ki Awaaz.
‘Since last week when Tanushree Datta’s interview claiming Nana Patekar assaulted her have caught fire, the most common attack against her (other than her character assassination) has been this narrative of time lapse.
I can’t recall how many comments I’ve seen from people on social media and how many celebrities have mentioned this time thing that if Nana assaulted her she should have done something then and there.
What’s the point of speaking up after 10 years?
So in this article, I wish to clarify.
First of all, as confirmed by Janice Sequeira the journalist, an outraged Rakhi Sawant and devils advocate Ganesh Acharya himself: it is 100% true that TANUSHREE did complain then and there.
First to the choreographer then to the director and then to the Artists and producers association including the cops.
So all those people who are saying that this media trial is useless and she should have taken a legal road then and there; she did and guess what happened? Nothing!
Instead, thanks to the corrupt legal system, she and her family got re traumatised over and over again to the extent that she flees the country and her career ended. She has about 40 films signed but film sets got so traumatic for her, she decided never to return.
Now that this has been cleared, let’s assume that she didn’t speak up then and is only coming out now.
Lets say it’s been 20 years.
Or may be even 30/40/50 years. ‘
Continue reading here.
Originally published on YKA:
I wrote my first book in 2013 and dedicated it to Jyoti Singh, who India knows as Nirbhaya- the college student who died after a brutal gang rape in Delhi in 2012.
I not only wrote about violence against women and the outrage against the rapists in my book, but also did so in my blogs. And had been doing so since then as a regular author and speaker.
In early 2018, when the Kathua rape case of an 8-year-old child happened, I still participated in the march and wrote about it.
Something had changed though.
Back in 2012/ 13, when I spoke about Nirbhaya, my religion was not linked to any of my outrages.
Published originally on Youth Ki Awaaz
It was riveting to watch Brett Kavanaugh scream and accuse the Democrats while he was being questioned (not interrogated) for the sexual assault allegations against him on Thursday.
Despite the fact that the Republican senators continued to deny a proper FBI investigation into the claims, it was moving to see that at least someone with a reputation as him is being questioned and held accountable for something he allegedly did.
This is something supreme courts judges, lawyers, police and almost everyone in the society gets wrong except for sex educators and scientists who study it:
No means no has proved to be rocket science for Indians.
Don’t know if I can blame those who think that because of the stupid messages we receive:
“Ladki ki naa me haan hoti hai (There is a yes hidden in a girl’s no)” or literally the song “kab tak ruthegi, chikhegi, chillaegi?” (Until when is she gonna get upset, scream and shout)
No wonder Indians, who are denied basic sex education, think weird things when it comes to physical intimacy with their partners. Despite sex being a taboo subject, our internet search history record for porn shows how desperate and horny our nation is most times.
Rapes and assault cases are prevalent like a nasty virus.
Should we blame the younger generation for displaying affection, expressing love and wanting to be together or do we blame the older generation for not providing safe spaces and proper sexual education to children so that they don’t have to put themselves in risky situations when they are vulnerable and just want to be loved?
Read more here.
I recently wrote an article about women’s right to choose their dresses.
Obviously, I was trolled because the article brought out male tears.
I did not let it go this time.
My usual response to comments on my shared material is plain silence. It was fun to see that just within five hours of posting, there was already a pile of comments there. And of course, there was trolling from people who are the root cause of this problem.
I wanted to share them with you all and highlight the problem of the masses- this mindset.
So, you’re ready to have some fun troll on troll action? Let’s go!
Here is the first one.
Read the full post here.
This is beyond words. Somehow I managed to put some together.
Read my full post on Youth Ki Awaz.
The last couple of days have been tough. Not just for me but for every person that calls themselves an Indian. I have been writing articles non-stop because there is so much going on in the aftermath of the publicity of the rape case in Kathua.
At night, tired, I turn down my laptop thinking, “No, we can’t go any lower than this.” And yet, the next morning when I wake up, I see that we have managed to find a new low.
A crime itself is a mediocre reflection of the society because it is reflective of the individual. But the rhetoric that circulates after and about that crime is the actual reflection, the pure one, of our society, due to the collective perception.
The Quint, like many other news channels, shared the interview of Deepika Rajawat, the fearless woman, an intelligent lawyer, fighting for the eight-year-old rape and murder victim in Kathua.
India is shaken.
Once again, it is a rape case.
The only thing different is the ‘religion factor’.
I wrote about the role of religion in this case and why it should be paid due attention. My post was published as a guest contribution on FEMINISM IN INDIA.
Please read it here.
Asifa Bano, an 8-year-old Muslim girl was gang-raped for days inside a Hindu temple in Kathua, Jammu & Kashmir. The nation is again seeing outrage poured into social media and protests being held, sadly not in support of the dead girl, but in support of the men who did this to her.
Twitter is an interesting playground when incidents like this happen because in 120 words you can see a common rhetoric at play. First, you see highly offended Hindus upset that the rapists used the temple for their crime and using Ram’s name to get public sympathy.
Hope you had a rocking Women’s Day. I sure did. Here is my speech:
You know who I am talking about.
The ones that look down upon women fighting for womenkind.
The ones that say “oh noooo, I can’t march on Saturday, it’s my club and bowling time”.
The ones that cry for safety but do not have time to fight for it.
Oh, and my favorite ones…
That say “I’m not the feminist kind”, like gender equality is a crime.
That show their ugly privilege by saying “low wage? Just start a fucking business”!
Or that “men and women are equal but feminist I’m not” (#Facepalm).
The ones that growl when grouped in public but don’t raise an eyebrow on child gang rapes.
The ones calling Gloria Steinem, Ashley Judd and Madonna, white drama queens;
Emphasizing that only third world women suffer while first world women have perfect lives.
The ones that do not recognize that ‘standing up’ inspires a chain reaction of resistance.
Oh, oh and the ladylike ones are the best too.
The ones that ask “marching in public? Don’t you fear being dumped or raped or killed?”
The ones that ‘don’t see the point’ despite suffragettes shining in history books.
The ones that raise another generation of sexists, racists and classists.
It’s OK, I get it; you are too busy to participate in social change.
I respect your right to stay home, no judgments.
But when I don’t judge you, you have no right to tag me as ‘feminazi’ either.
Because the streets you walk in, are paved by my feminist sisters’ blood.
And wanting a safer world for your daughter is not the same as cooking Jews in gas chambers.
Maybe one day, your daughter will tell you the difference. (That’s if you decide to have one and didn’t commit foeticide.)
Or your son, you’d listen to him, right?