Nari Shakti Zindabad!!

I think I may have sent out a wrong signal in yesterdays post. From many of the comments, I feel I've put myself across as someone who doesn't believe in the Pink Chaddi Campaign anymore.

Nothing could be further than the truth.

I have and still am, shouting myself hoarse about this merry band of forward women. I got a cousin SIL to join and have had animated discussions a-plenty with anybody willing to listen...and even not listen. I know for a fact, that thanks to my closest and bestest friend, my chaddi was deposited safe, sound and simmering with all the intentions of letting hell loose, at the Bangalore collection spot.

I was just worrying aloud about whether this will make a difference to Muthalik and his goons. I was worried about how he would retaliate. And I am thrilled to say that I think I have been worrying needlessly. I've been getting/reading lots of reports, all good, from all over the country. I don't want to jinx anything yet by shouting 'Hurrah' and doing a victory dance wearing, what else but, pink chaddies! (in the privacy of my bedroom folks! Even the bathroom mirror shall be spared the horror of that sight!!), but can I safely say, Round 1...the Consortium?

But, I still wouldn't let go of that belan!

The Belan Brigade

When I first heard about the Mangalore pub incident, I was outraged. I wanted to pull someone's hair out, slap some perv faces and basically have the shit beaten out of the hoodlums. I'm sorry, but that is how I feel.

I get very militant when I hear about these kinds of injustices meted out...especially to the 'weaker sex'. I want to scream, lash out, morph into Jhansi ki Rani or Devi Chaudhrani and attack the scumbags.

When the Consortium of Pub-going, Loose and Forward Women first came into existence, I yelled out a 'Hallelujah!' and joined with great gusto. I am a proud sister and am glad I'm part of this motley crew of creative, intelligent women (and yes, some men too, I believe!)

Then, they came out with the brilliant Pink Chaddi Campaign. With a war cry, I signed up. I thought the campaign was cute, cheeky, creative and oh-so-unique. I still do. But, at the same time, and over the past 48-hours more than ever, I feel that it is not enough.

Mystic Margarita and Emancipation of Eve's JB have put into words, brilliantly, my other feelings about this campaign.

Like Mystic, I am wondering about whether these illiterate dolts will get the sarcasm and spirit of our message? Will they wither at our outrage? Will they change their worthless ways? And most importantly, will they care?

I'm afraid not. They have already started collecting saris as a counter-attack. They are using our underwear as fuel for thier hateful fire and ire and using it to show their supporters that we are the cause for the morality spiralling downwards in this country.

And I love the points JB has raised as well. We have to fight back. We can not let them squeeze our breasts and 'get off', all in the name of protecting 'our' culture. 'Our' culture talks of protecting women, their freedom, their dignity, their femininity. We can not let them tear at our clothes and maul us, saying that they are doing it for the good of Bharat Mata. It is a symbolic rape of the daughters of the very Mata you are trying to keep chaste.

On the day of the pub-bharo andolan, I think along with our pink chaddis and Scotch on the Rocks, we should turn ourselves into a 'Belan Brigade' and arm ourselves with belans. Symbolic weapons of protest and protection. You so much as point a finger in our direction, I will break said bloody finger, even the whole hand, in self-defence.

To all my sisters ready for battle in the upcoming pubcrawls, remember ours is an act of defiance. But these goons have already shown that they will not think even once before slapping a woman or pulling her by her hair. Protect yourself and others too.

I raise a toast to you, your bravery and your wicked sense of humour! I will be with you in spirit, hopefully in some bar/pub in Kolkata, drinking my share of the bubbly and saying a prayer for your safety and the success of the campaign. May it be peaceful, may it be overwhelming, may it be successful!

CHEERS!

Pretty in Pink...Undies!

Pink chaddis. They can be very feminine. In a totally sex kitten kind of a way. Or in an innocent, baby-doll kind of a way. They can tell us what kind of a mood you're in too...sexy, naughty, raunchy, caught up with domesticity, blah, experimental, trendy...and rebellious.

Today, thanks to the initiative of some very cool, creative and outraged women, the pink chaddi has taken on new meaning. It has come to symbolise women asserting their individual right to freedom as citizens of this country. It is a symbol of our rage, our disgust. It is our voice, dressed up in a pretty colour and stitched into an intimate garment that expresses us in a unique and sit-up-and-take-note-you-bastards! kind of manner.

Join the Pink Chaddi Campaign. Today.

We are not airing our dirty underwear in public. We are hurtling our strong, worthy statements at those who are trying to carry out the equivalent of castration on the 'weaker' sex!

Take that, you neanderthal! And that, and that....

Fellow sisters in thongs, granny-pants and and other assortments of lingerie...
Bohemian Rhapsody
The Mad Momma
Anindita Sengupta
Within/Without
Indian Home Maker

M4 and the MIM...

...have successfully survived the seven-year itch!

Well husband, eight years, two brats and a gazillion fights later, here we...still together, still going strong, still making it and not faking it!

Happy anniversary, MIM!

*walks towards him, arms outstretched to envelop him in a bear hug, crooning "Looks like we made it!"*

Slumdog Millionaire

This one is going to sweep the Oscars. Undoubtedly! Technically brilliant, fast-paced, action-packed, never a dull moment and a fantastic soundtrack! And those kids! Where did they find them? Their performances were beyond startling! They can act the expensive pants off India's best and brightest any day!

And yet, I came out of the movie shaking with anger. I'm sorry, and I know many of you will not agree with me, but this movie definitely shows India in a poor light (yes, use the word both ways). This movie was made for the Western audiences and Western audiences only. They will lap up something like this...the crowds, the cheats, the poverty, the dirt, flies, shit, sewers, slums, torture, cruelty...oh, I could go on! The movie doesn't portray anything about our country in a positive manner. NOTHING! Even the shot of the Taj Mahal, one of the most beautiful and romantic architectural structures in the world, is not spared. The angle of the shot shows a half-dried and stinky, dirty Yamuna struggling by. WTF?!?

Reality. That is what this movie touts. Hmph! And I'm not going to raise a trivial point like 'KBC not being live' and nitpick. I do believe in poetic licence and creative stretch-of-the-imagination. But what makes me sad is that this is the only kind of 'reality' that the West will believe of us. Why is it that a 'Mother India', a 'Salaam Bombay', now a 'Slumdog Millionaire', (and yes, I'll admit it even though it's one of my fave movies by my most favouritest director in the world), a 'Pather Panchali' win rave reviews abroad. Why did three out of the above mentioned four, get a nod at the Oscars? What was so unworthy of 'Taare Zameen Par'? Didn't that portray a slice of reality too? For that matter, I found 'Fashion' to be utterly believable and realistic as well.

Once it was the perception of royally decked elephants, dancing girls with flowers in their hair and knowledgeable of all the 64 arts of the Kamasutra and half-naked fakirs with mystical, mythical powers that the West believed to be our reality. Stereotypical! And now, its dirt, dust and the dirty that they believe to be uniquely ours. Outrageously stereotypical!

And so pathetic.

Another Shit Stain on the Government's Cap

Looks like the government is going all out to disappoint us in one way or another this new year. Not just the government at the helm of affairs in Delhi, but all the various state governments as well. I'm not going to draw up a list now, it will go on endlessly, but you all know what the major goof-ups have been so far.

Another one has been brought to my attention by Pseudo Intellectual. This brilliantly written post of hers had me shaking my head in shame, shaking with anger and sputtering in outrage. But am I really surprised anymore?

The link is my post for the day, because I think more people should know. Head on over. Read. And be ashamed.

And Mary Kom. I am so, SO sorry. You deserved much, MUCH, so very much more.

(Sigh. At this rate I'll never get started on those Andaman posts!!)

Someone Please Shut the Dutt Up Already!

No. This is not about Mr. and Mrs. Sanjay Dutt. That their views are disgusting, has been established for all the world to see, read and hear. If they want to keep making statements that are appropriate for the caveman era, they are welcome to. We will not buy into it. Goofy Mumma is doing a superb job to spread the word.

The Dutt in question here happens to be a very 'respected' journalist. Someone young girls looked up to as a role model. Someone whom I admired very greatly.

But not anymore.

It's so sad when an idol/icon/role model turns out to have feet of muck and heart of stinky poop. You feel a deep sense of betrayal and of being let down. Et tu, Barkha?

I'm not going to dwell on this too long, because so many bloggers have already done it and so much better than me. Read this post of the Mad Momma's where she has already done all the linking up of other bloggers who have shared their very worthy and intelligent points of view.

This is what I have to say to her...
(as you read the following, you will come across:-
* --> this term I picked up from a link on Bohemian Rhapsody's blog,
** --> and this term was first used by the Mad Momma in her post)

Ms. Dutt,

Shame on you. There is no doubt in my mind that that little reproach of mine will have zero effect on you. I do not expect you to blush, bite your lower lip and hang your head like a chastised child. For I now know that you are incapable of feeling anything that requires you to possess a modicum of decency, a smidgen of a conscience, a smattering of integrity.

This kind of behaviour that you have shown, in shutting up a man's voice and right to express his opinion has left us all horror struck and speechless! But that's what you want, isn't it? To rob us of our speech?

This blatant (mis)use of power of position and status we have come to expect of many of our politicians, for they have let us down time and again. But you? The champion of the down-trodden? The voice of the voiceless? The one who puts a face to all the untold misery and suffering happening in places beyond our reach and serves it to us for tea with a slice of sponge cake and chocolate chip cookies. You?

You have resorted to big, mean bully tactics and quashed a man's RIGHT TO FREEDOM OF SPEECH? His freedom of expression?!? The very right which is the basis of YOUR profession!! A right which you live by; swear by; earn your bread, butter and pate from -- you decide to take THAT very right away from a man who was just expressing his opinions?

The bitter irony of it all is just so gut-wrenchingly hilarious that it is beyond all shade of sarcasm. It is painful and it is pathetic.

That you do not have a high regard for bloggers is a fact that you have never bothered to hide. You do not consider us relevant or legitimate. To you, our writings are random jottings of bored, idle minds with no literary value, political depth of heavy weight. I am not going to trouble myself in defending this wonderful community of free thinking, intelligent and intellectual spirits, but I can't help but wonder what kind of blogs you've been hopping through. If we are so insignificant to you, so 'random',* then why come down on just one 'random bloke' * who was expressing a not-at-all unique opinion? There are many, and I do mean huge numbers of many, who thought that your coverage of the Bombay blasts and the subsequent rescue operations was less than bad.

But dismiss us as much as you'd like, Ms. Dutt, you can not shut us up. We, the bloggers,** will not fade into the dark recesses of internet oblivion. We will not go down without a fight. We will not shut down our comps and stop these fingers from typing. So take that in your mike and shove it!

Are you thinking of joining politics now? Cause I think you'll fit in quite nicely. And if this country needs another Emergency, well then, yo've already had some practice by now, haven't you?!

Shame on you. Shame, shame, SHAME! You give journalists a bad, BAD name.

Signed,

An outraged blogger,
Mamma Mia! Me a Mamma?!?

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