The moral tyranny of Vegans and Vegetarians.

Note : I don’t mean this article to advocate for/against veganism. Heck, You can eat potato chips and ramen noodles for your entire life and i won’t judge you as a person underserving of respect nor will i diminish your contributions to society (even if it is collecting all the Pokemons).  I will, however, be commenting on the tyranny of the ‘diet police’ and how their activism to change other people’s lifestyles based on “morals” leads them to be some of the most self righteous, derisive , divisive and judgemental folks out there.


I know a lot of vegans. I also know a lot of vegetarians , pescetarians, omnivores and self proclaimed carnivores (lulz). Out of all these people the vegans (and some vegetarians) come across as the most passionate and morally snobbish about their food. I have, never, for example, been told that my food choices ‘made me a monster’, by a pescetarian.

I have, however, been called names ( selfish, ignorant, environmentally unfriendly, animal hater etc.) judged and been argued with by vegans and vegetarians about the very  moral fiber of my soul. All because I like eating meat twice or thrice a week. I am not even one of those red blooded red meat eaters who swear by steak everyday. I’m a non obtrusive omnivore ( lulz) who likes meat once or twice a week, and relishes both vegetables and steak.

However, it is becoming increasingly common for vegans/vegetarians to condescend at things I do  – like trying to reduce my use of disposable plastic – by giving me advice on how to “make more of an impact” on the environment by eating “right”. It’s almost like I have no right to talk about the environment – not because I’m not an expert –  but because I’m not a vegan. Let’s try and unpack this behaviour :

1 ) Confusing Fact and Opinion/Belief : Vegans fall prey to the same logical fallacy that a lot of us do :

  • If I believe it, it must be true.
  • If I’m angry, then they must be wrong.

However there is a big difference between fact ( this is red) and opinion ( i don’t like red).

Fact : Using too many water bottles results in unnecessary plastic. Moralistic Opinion : Eating animal flesh is cruel and evil. The difference is an awning gap between “oh okay, you may be right” and “Fuck off”.  Most vegetarians and vegans forget  that many people don’t see anything wrong with killing animals for food. Their moralistic stand about basic sustenance (food!)  is often assumed as fact, and vegans get appropriately frustrated when others don’t agree with their “fact”.

What is a fact is 1 ) Uncontrolled animal farming is damaging the environment and 2) Millions of animals are killed ( and some tortured in the process) for food that humans convert into productive energy.

It is an opinion that killing animals for food is wrong. And it is a personal belief that turning vegan reduces this killing. Why? Because restricting food does not stop the killing or torture. Those animals are just going into someone else’s hungry belly or will be wasted and thrown away. It’s like advocating not to keep dogs as pets ( and shaming pet owners ) because you are against puppy breeding. No, you’re not contributing to the business, but you aren’t adopting any shelter pets either.

2)  Lifestyle change has nowhere near the effect of political change. A good example would be PETA. Their biggest victories leading to long lasting change have not been dietary choices ( I would argue this has and will have literally zero effect on the meat industry) but picketing on a political level.

I am  a big believer that top to bottom change is the best way to help populations fix their  habits . By ‘top’ I don’t mean the rich and the famous, but the government and the media. A good example would be the success of America’s anti smoking campaign. Lobbying against the meat industry will be a much more effective way of saving those cute helpless cows. Behaving like your food choice is saving the world is simplifying the issue to childish levels. It is critical to realize that  you need not be a vegan to make an impact on animal welfare.

3) My way or the highway : To be fair, no one enjoys seeing animals get slaughtered. The animal farming that goes on is  exploitative and needs to change. The documentary “Cowspiracy”, for example,  is a good eye opener to what the state of animal agriculture is today. It ends with a passionate appeal to turn vegan, citing lots of numbers on how turning vegan is the best way to reduce your carbon footprint. However, I find it astounding that so many people have take this conclusion -that turning vegan is the best solution –  at face value .

After watching this blatantly manipulative (yet powerful) documentary my takeaway was that to improve the environmental consequences of the  meat industry, as well as reduce suffering of animals, the government needs to seriously re-think the way it regulates animal agriculture and the meat market. At the same time it needs to provide the poor with access to affordable and calorific food that doesn’t come from animals.

This is a complex task. Much more complex than just changing your food habits. It is no coincidence that people who turn vegan are perched right on top of Maslow’s pyramid ( read : privileged). It’s much easier for a middle class person to make the financial  sacrifices and investment of time necessary to start a vegan lifestyle.

However, I am digressing. I am not here to add another article on how the meat industry should change. I am here to argue that believing that “the vegan way” is the best or only way is deeply flawed and leads to extremism and misanthropy. Which leads to my next point.

4) The impossible task of staying non judgmental when your choice is based on morality :

Not all vegans are moralistic tyrants ( #notallvegans). However, one cannot make a lifestyle choice based on moral reasons ( for e.g. meat eating is wrong) and pretend that you are not ( even subconsciously) judging  the other person who has not made that choice. For example, take two people who don’t like the color red. One believes that it clashes with her hair, the other believes it is the color of the devil. Guess which one is judging the fuck out of you for wearing red even if they claim it is a “personal choice”?

Self proclaimed moral vegans remind me of religious priests who insist they love and respect the ‘heathens’, and at the same time try their very best to convert them to the “better way.” This inability  ( which, btw, is human tendency) to stay nonjudgmental becomes all the more messy because their choice is based on the firm belief that they are doing the least harm. This gives them the righteous indignation of fighting for the oppressed, and the bullishness of the underdog. To put this in perspective I have seen people more outraged about steak than Black lives matter.

5) Cognitive Dissonance : Vegans truly believe that their lifestyle change is directly affecting the meat industry. Second, they believe that if you love animals, it means you cannot eat any of them. These beliefs – that every steak you don’t eat is contributing to one less slaughter of cute cows –  can lead to a many moments of cognitive dissonance. For e.g “How can I love animals and still love and respect my meat eating self and other meat eaters?” These inconsistent beliefs lead to huge amounts of anxiety and tension. The human mind’s best way to deal with this is to try and convert everyone around to their side, and if that doesn’t work, find those who think like them and leave behind/patronize those who don’t. This is the reason that vegans flock to other vegans ; to validate their beliefs and behaviours, and reduce cognitive dissonance from hanging out with non-vegans.

For example, here are some typical thoughts that go through a rigid vegan’s/vegetarian’s mind subconsciously  as they sit with you to eat:

  • Everywhere  I look, people are eating animal flesh . It is so disappointing/disgusting.
  •  How can they be so unaware of the industry they are supporting?
  • Do they not realize how these animals are tortured?
  • Animals have rights just like us and that we don’t own them!
  • I thought this person was kind and empathetic, and yet!
  • How can they enjoy that steak when they know there’s a river of blood behind it?
  • Are these people my friends? or blind ignorant meat eating monsters?
  • Even after I told them about how cruel eating meat is, they go ahead and do it anyway!
  • It’s so easy to make the change. What kind of person wouldn’t want to save an animal?

Thoughts like these alienate vegans and vegetarians from their meat eating brethren in the worst kind of way. i.e. they feel closer to the animals they are trying to protect than humanity.

This “othering” is the slippery slope to extremism. It leads to “disgust” for someone’s food choices , and disgust is a very dangerous emotion. It dehumanizes the other person to less than human or even less than animal.  Moral vegans are more prone to this emotion as they feel and believe that whats on someone’s plate is the best way to “save” the planet and “rescue” the poor animals.

6 ) However, Moral vegans/vegetarians forget one simple truth : There is no one way to save the planet and there is no one way to love “all” animals. There are many many people in this earth who are doing their best to save the world. It could be the religious Sikh who spends his/her time serving food to the poor, it could be the dog lover who devotes his/her time at the shelter, it could be that sister who gives up her dreams for her younger sibling, it could be the freedom fighter, it could be the environmental lawyer who quit their corporate job. I could go on and on and on. Adding or subtracting veganism to these people’s food habits is not going to make them better/worse human beings. Your food choice does not make you a better person because there are many ways to be good, and not eating animals is only one group’s definition of “being good”.

Some will argue that  if all people were vegan, it would”increase the impact” of a person, along with all the other good they do. Thus if they choose to eat meat, they are purposely avoiding reducing harm when they are perfectly capable of it. However, this is a false assumption because Veganism is not animal welfare. It is a personal food choice ( see point 1-4) . One that has it’s own imperfect consequences, just like eating meat/dairy does. It is illogical to assume that just because you believe killing animals for food is wrong, everyone should feel the same way.

Worse, if you hold the corollary belief that  if people don’t think like you do , they are automatically ignorant fools. This is the same argument that divides the human race amongst gender, religion and class. Just like there are different ways and paths and religions to express your spirituality, there are several ways to make a difference to earth and humanity , there are a myriad of ways to help animals  and even more  ways to better oneself according to what one believes in.  No one path is superior to the other.

{Note : Please don’t take this argument to the extreme by bringing up Hitler or slavery as an example of people who were “just following their beliefs”.  Killing thousands of people because of hate is not the same as cow slaughter for food. If you are one those vegans who can’t agree on this, then I have nothing to say to you. I do not mean that both human and animal welfare can’t be parallel, but if there is a direct conflict – save the dog vs save the human – I hope your choice would be human.}

6) Black and White : The point is that tyrannical vegans see the world as black and white. Meat eaters = impure, evil, ignorant. Vegans = pure, righteous , enlightened. While this is an easy out, it is pretty damn arrogant. Not eating animal meat does not make you better than others. It just makes you a person who has chosen not to eat meat. It makes you someone who believes that eating animal flesh is wrong, and we can argue to the end of time about why we don’t agree and none of us will ever be “right” or “more enlightened” or “purer”.

In conclusion Veganism/Vegetarianism is a lifestyle people have chosen to better themselves according to their beliefs. However, to pretend that food choice makes you morally superior to someone else is a gross disservice to the human race.

TL/DR : Let me enjoy my chicken curry, my brothers and sisters. Your zucchini noodles don’t make you better than me. 


Mrs. Notmy Name

Author’s notes : This is a poem in response to traditional patriarchy. I hope it resonates with the pain of women everywhere, and it helps men empathize to the human experience of being a woman.

Mrs. NotmyName

I am not your mother, wife, sister

or your daughter. Nor am i a slut, whore

or shrew. I am half of you, yet invisible.

A Misses., amidst Masters.

I am torn because i want you, yet

i do not want to be of you. 

You punish me for my sin of passion, 

yet offer me delicious murmurs

when i promise it only you. Your gentle caress

is bestowed upon me only when I lay supine

only your gaze and your desire matters,

but darling, why not mine?

My greatest power lies in tears and sacrifice,

and I must pledge them – as my duty – to you.

Must I only be for birthing and slaving, 

like our mothers before us, in this life ?

Or can I be a leader, a taker, an explorer 

and  still see that gentle love in your eyes?

I am tempted into cowardice

to win your approval, because i want you.

i cover my head in false humility to please you,

But isn’t it silly, my darling, that a scarf is my integrity?

That my skin is so alien when it spills out of

it’s confines, you feel helpless and afraid?

I am a precious diamond, you explain.

to be cherished by men and to be protected from them;

But I yearn to fall from this pedestal

and to stand beside you, with you. I want to be free

from these shackles of purity; To be shades of gray

and still be seen ; To feel the earth against my skin,

and the sun warming my hair.

Can you allow me this? ; to feel like you do?

To be bare chested and unashamed?

Shade your eyes from my imagined radiance,

For I am not a currency.  I am my own,

like you are yours.

I am not your mother, sister or daughter,

but i am someone.

A Miss, amidst Masters.


How to completely miss the point, Coldplay style.

Oh Coldplay, you tried so hard. I empathize, really I do. But your latest song has left a bitter after taste that may affect my (previous) undying love for you. My initial excitement about the video (omg, shot in India!) soured into disappointment and confusion. I had a huge moment of cognitive dissonance after watching it. I love Coldplay, yet how could I hate their new video?

The cultural appropriation barely bothered me, Beyonce can wear mehndi and the ridiculous jewelry on her face all she likes. It was the objectification of so called ‘Indian culture’ that really annoyed me.

                                        Here are some screen shots of the video. 

 Shiva? Hanuman? How exactly did you choose these deities? Most popular? Most relevant? LOL. You shot in Mumbai and forgot Ganpati (the most popular deity in Mumbai) for God’s sake. It just proves to me that there was zero thought process behind the video. The priority was ‘ooh look pretty!’ or ‘ooh look, exotic!’. This would be okay except for the fact that this is not your culture to try and depict in a cute little video. In fact, it is a culture of many faiths and beliefs. It’s a complex, vibrant, contradictory, rich, poor, messy, beautiful, wonderful country that you have reduced to generic temples, kids in Hindu God costumes, colored powder, slum children, and levitating sadhus.

To put it in perspective. This is like an Indian making a video to celebrate American culture and filling it with images of only hamburgers, cowboys, (murdered) ‘red’ indians and the empire state building. The difference is that you, Coldplay, have done this to a civilization that is thousands of years old and is grappling with serious issues like poverty and building its economy. You did this to a country that has spent a lot of its history being oppressed by the same civilization that is now trying to ‘celebrate’ it by a patronizing ‘Oh look how exotic and colorful’ video.

Remember, people. Context is everything. Is there any in this video? Haha, Sorry, but no. Let’s move along… 

Holi/Slum screen shot

I have a big problem with white people from developed countries coming to Mumbai and filming happy, dancing slum kids. Again, let’s talk about context. What are you trying to depict Mr. Director? No, really. Tell me. Because I cannot fathom the logic behind these scenes. If you say that you are trying to celebrate the happiness and humanity of these kids, I will SCOFF. Because you’re really not. The point of these shots is to show how cool YOU are; Being amongst these strange creatures who seem to be happy even though they’re dirt poor. ‘Look, guys! We’re just like them! Let’s play music and throw Holi colors ( even though it was not Holi the time you were filming) all around so we look the same.’

Another shot : 

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I’m not being exploited because I’m smiling!

Yes, let’s celebrate how happy these kids are! Isn’t it strange how they smile and laugh even though they’re from a slum? Wow, we have so much learn from them,  fellow #white people! All your shallow, one sided video has done is to further ‘otherise’ these kids from the viewers. White washing ( haha) the fact that these children suffer real problems like malnutrition, drug addiction, violence etc. is not ethical. I’m not saying don’t show them as happy kids. A lot of them are. But if you choose to include them in a video, it is your responsibility to depict them as realistically as possible, and not just as props. For e.g. a good way would be to show them happy and playing cricket, or happy and going to school or happy and helping their parents, or happy and saying no to drugs.

Babas’ : 

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Blocking parking space like a boss.

Also, wtf is this? Is this Varanasi or Mumbai? The number plates on the car behind say MH02 ( Mumbai) but you sure could’ve fooled me. This is not a normal thing to witness in Mumbai. How much did you pay to have these guys here? Or did your guides forget to mention that this is severely out of place in a big city? Something more realistic would be to shoot  -I can’t believe I’m saying this – cows. If you want to use babas in your video, why don’t you show them doing something else instead of levitating. Levitating, for God’s sake ( I can’t even)! As hard as it for you to believe, India is not only a bigger, fetishized version of Banaras. 

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Sanjay Leela Bhansali does it better, sorry.

I don’t care how pretty your shot is. When you are trying to ‘celebrate’ a culture, you don’t choose the most stereotypical visuals, dramatize them ( all this shot did was remind me of Aishwarya Rai running in Devdas) and spew them all over your reel. Especially when you come from the dominant, more powerful culture. Why is this so hard to understand Mr. Director?

Some more examples of “Ooh, look Pretty!” that do absolutely nothing but to serve as a exotification and objectification :  I take particular umbrage to the second one. This child is supposedly on a busy Mumbai street. LOL. Funny, I’ve only ever seen that in carnivals in Rajasthan.


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Gotta be inclusive, yo!

Why are these cute little girls dancing Bharatnatyam on a terrace? Who cares? We have to include some sort of dance, so lets just randomly add a shot of them in our video with no context whatsoever.

Oh, and this shot ( amongst others) :

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Look Ma, Orange!

Yes, the colors are very pretty and the cinematography, wah bhai, wah! . However, you make the city/country look like a RSS (a right wing political party) wet dream rather than the inclusive, diverse place that it is. India is not only stereotypical Hindu culture. Yes, I went there. Where are the Muslims and the Jains and the Sikhs ( the taxi wala doesn’t count) and the Catholics and the Parsis ? Where are the shots of churches and mosques and temples side by side and coexisting?

The only thing I can conclude is this : If you really did want to celebrate Indian culture, you would celebrate its diversity. You would include people of all faiths, you would try and depict it’s wide economic gap, its 300 million strong middle class, its contradictory nature.. I could go on.

Maybe it’s too much to ask from you, Coldplay. After all, maybe your video is exactly what you took away from your visit : Pulp Hinduism, sadhus, Holi colors, two dimensional slum kids, and temples. And maybe that is exactly why I was so disappointed. I held you to a higher standard than white tourists who visit India for their ‘holiday’. Honestly, I thought even the video for ‘Lean on’ was better. 

If you really want to know how to shoot a video in India, here are some non objectifying videos you can learn from :



Oh yeah, i almost forgot. Fuck off, Coldplay.


Mere Pass MAA Hain

Disclaimer : This article is not meant to be about all moms. It is meant to be about a majority of them. If throughout this article your main bone of contention is, “hey, not my mom!” or “hey, not me!”, then you have missed the point.

                                “Mere pass MAA hain”

This iconic line symbolizes the deep rooted respect that Indian culture holds for the ideal known as “the mother”. Our generation (and the previous) extolls the sacrifices, the pain, the blood and sweat that our mothers squeezed our of their pores to bring us up. Every mother meme on Facebook/Instagram/Snapchat bleeds love and dying devotion to their moms.

Now let’s pretend for a moment that the abusive/absent mom doesn’t exist. I want to talk about this so called ‘respect’ that all of you have for your mothers. The thing is that I have a feeling it’s not really the ‘I am in awe of your accomplishments and life’ respect that you give Steve Jobs or a General in the army. It’s the more of the “omg, how did you manage to live your life like that? Kudos for doing that ’cause I can never do that, ever,’ sort of respect you give someone like a storm drain cleaner. I wonder which ‘respect’ is more equal.

Now before you throw rotten tomatoes at me. Think.


If you were born again, would you want to live the life of your mom ( boys and girls, I’m looking at you)?  Yes I know you respect her, but then why don’t you want her life?

Is it because she had to sacrifice her dreams once you were born? Is it because she chose to? Is it because she waited on you hand and foot without once thinking of herself? Is it because she still doesn’t own one piece of property even though she’s contributed to your family as much as your father has? Is it because she still uses her management skills to run the house? Is it because her worth in society is strongly correlated to your father’s status, your marks/job, her skills as an unpaid chef?

Most of us, sadly will not want our mother’s life. Probably some of you will say, ‘Hey, that whole generation was fucked, we don’t want our dad’s life either’. But really, if you had a choice, who’s life would you choose? Probably your dad suffered under the hands of terrible bosses or he was mainly responsible for your entire family’s finances, and that was hard. But you’d still prefer his life to your mom’s.

Why is this? Why can’t most of us ( boys and girls) look at our mom’s and say, “ I want to live the life you lead!” or “When I grow up, I want to be just like you!” or “I want to achieve what you did!”

The truth is we’re all hypocrites. We love the sacrifice that our moms’ made. Because she made it for us.  If we’re asked to do the same thing, we balk at the unfairness of it all. Because guess what, it is unfair. 

It’s unfair that she was expected to slave in the house when dad got to go out. It’s unfair that she had to be subservient to her in-laws much more than your dad, it was unfair that she didn’t take the promotion she badly wanted because it meant longer hours.

And guess what, it’s unfair that we still expect her to pamper us when we go home. I don’t care if she enjoys it. Why can’t we give her something else to enjoy that is not service to her family? Is that so bad?

Next time you meet your mom, especially if your mom was the kind who sacrificed her happiness for yours, break her free from the shackles you put on her. She is a person, a human being first. A mother, second. Just like everyone is a human being first, their ‘role’ second. Give her that freedom. It is your duty. Buy her a spa day, plan the entire day’s meals, encourage your father to help around the house, talk to her about her dreams, pay for a class that gives her a new skill outside of the home.

Validate her as a person, not only a mother. This is not easy. It means being able to look at your mom and see her as her first name .  Your father always had another role to give him confidence, and moms need that space too. From your perspective the role of your parent as mom or dad was the most important and the only one that mattered. But as a human being, a lot of people need more than the validation of being a parent. This is not blasphemy. It’s the truth. The parent may be the most important role, but supporting roles lend a lot to a story of a person. They give them confidence, support and build the personality of the main character. 

Whether male or female, validation doesn’t only come from family, though it plays a large part. It also comes from the feeling of having contributed to something larger. Give your mom this opportunity . Let her connect to the world not only through you or your father or her father, or God, but independently. Give her the confidence to define herself, to choose

So let’s make a promise together : Let’s respect our moms. Let them grow. In the way that we actually want to one day be like them.



I am a feminist. Now before you hit the back button in haste to get away from me, hear me out. This post isn’t about hating men. In fact, it is about loving them. Let me explain.

One day at office, a bunch of colleagues and I were discussing Caitlyn Jenner. Amid the uncomfortable laughs and the effort of left wing hippies to appear #tolerant, my mind started to wander.  I began to wonder about the male and female soul and whether I would ever survive waking up tomorrow and being transported into a man’s body. This has nothing to with actual transgenderism, but whimsical fancy. I wondered whether I would want to change back.

Speaking for myself, and feminists, please don’t kill me, is NO. I would not.

The truth is that I experience acute moments where I yearn to be a man. This is different from wanting a penis. While I see all genitals as equally gross and wonderful, my yearning doesn’t come from wanting a ‘mini me’, but wanting the advantages that a penis gives a human. People may laugh and say that is not surprising at all. All ‘man hating’ feminists secretly want to be men. Since they can’t, they seek to destroy them out of jealousy and plain old resentment. But in reality my moments of want come from cowardice. I am just too much of a pussy to be a woman.

It would just be easier to thrive as a man than to survive as a woman. The desire comes from the same place a lot of poor people want to be richer and why children want to be adults. It all has to do with power and convenience. Rich people have access to many more things and adults can make their own decisions.  In the same way, I would grab the privilege of being a man and never look back. 

Yes, Mr. MRA activist, don’t look at me like that. I would never change back despite the ‘unfair’ alimony laws, the standing on the bus, the disgusted looks women give me if I bump into them by accident, the child custody laws, the ‘threat’ of false rape complaints, the token promotion of my female colleague over me, the bouncers outside a club rejecting me, women rejecting me  because of my low salary etc. etc.

Because None of that actually compares to the feeling of being a liability. To the ones that you love and to yourself. This brings me back to the point of my article. As a human being I feel the need to protect the people I love. To make them proud of me, to allow them a feeling of security in my presence. However as a woman, I find it difficult to provide these things to the men I love, especially in public spaces. 

Let me give you an example.  While chaperoning a bunch of younger cousins on a picnic to Elephanta caves, I remember my mother telling me to take my 16 year old cousin to my trip to the bathroom so I would stay ‘safe’. To put this in perspective I was 30 at the time. It was humiliating. I remember how embarrassed my own cousin was, but I also remember the slight puffing of chest, the boost to his self confidence as his power was validated. I have never been allowed to feel that. And I can’t even resent my mother. There were packs of men roaming about that place, veering too close to my younger sisters. My mother could not leave them, and she could not send me alone either. After that,  my cousin’s and my relationship changed forever. Yes, he still respected me. However, I was no longer someone who protected him, but someone who needed to be protected. And make no mistake, only one of those roles is empowering.

In private spaces, where gaze is (mostly) not gendered, I am able to be a security and strength.  In public spaces I brace for not only my humiliation but theirs. I am never allowed to forget that my vulnerability is not only mine anymore. My womanhood, my weakness, is projected onto the men that I love.

Let me give you another example. My father lives in a household of women. Two daughters, a wife and a widowed mother. One day my sister, mother and I were all dressed up for a wedding and we bundled into the car. My dad was driving. I felt the usual anxiety I feel when exposed in a such a way ; steeling myself for the hungry, violent sneers that bored through the car windows as we drove by. However, this time, a trio on a bike started following us after I mistakenly made eye contact at a signal. My mom and dad were oblivious, involved in their own bickering and my younger sister had her eyes glued to her phone, probably a defense mechanism in itself. It was only me who’s neck hairs rose when I realized this trio swerving close to our car, trying to get my attention. The three young men, probably adolescents, were grinning and pleased at my obvious discomfort and lowering of eyes. They probably thought they were wooing me successfully . Or maybe just took a predatory pleasure in making someone afraid of them. Or maybe they were validating their ‘manhood’ in the only way that they knew. 

Whatever the reason , the end result was that I was afraid. Very afraid. Logically I knew nothing could happen. They would probably follow us, make rude gestures and speed off after making sure they had had their intended effect. But at that moment, with my blood rushing to my face, and my heart beating very fast, I was aware of two things. One – if they wanted, they could swerve in front of us, and physically overpower my father easily. Second, the reason they would do this was because of me. ME. My father was a target because I was a woman. He could get hurt trying to protect me. And why? because I had a vagina.

Shame was the over riding feeling. I remember wishing desperately that my sister had a brother and not me. Because if I were a man, my sister would not be a target, my mother would not be a target and neither would my father. My glare would not be a source of amusement that spurred their harassment, but a concrete power. The three men on the bike would make a risk assessment and decide that this car was not worth it since it had two men protecting it. As it were, with only my father and three vaginas, it was a prime target.

I could barely look my father in the eye that day. I wondered where else my reproductive system had  made him feel more vulnerable than a father of a son. I started to remember sympathetic eyes and ‘hmms’ as a child when my father would say that he had two daughters. I don’t even blame those people. To have only daughters in India is to gear yourself to a life long fight. The physical danger is real. It looms. It stalks lone men accompanying women with the same persistence that sexual violence shadows women. And I haven’t even touched upon the economic repercussions.

If my father read this he would be horrified. He has communicated to me time and time again by his actions that he does not care what gender I am. But I can’t help but feel that society has never let him forget that he has no sons. In a thousand different ways. From the well meaning advice to start saving as soon as I was born, or to the shock and sympathy to know the large amount my sister earns and it’s negative effects on her marriage prospects, to the priest’s disapproval when I insisted on no kanya daan during my wedding, to the leery eyes when my family is out together, to the discomfort when bosses make misogynistic jokes, to the threat of violence in public spaces everywhere and all the time.

It is systemic. It is heart breaking, It makes me hate myself, my vagina and my vulnerability.  It makes me want to be a man. If only to the effect that I can be considered worthy of being a strength rather than a liability. In this kind of atmosphere I feel it is impossible for any true equality. This is why a woman’s love is forever idolised as subservience and duty to her protector and lord god.  And that makes me very, very sad. Everyone deserves to provide a love that empowers. 

And yes, people will say that the only reason I feel like a liability is my own insecurities. I am sure this does play a part. But I would ask you to consider the reality of the ‘jungle out there’. It does not matter how much you earn, your position of power, the number of people who respect you. As a woman, every breath you take you are conscious of the fact that the leering man on the road Can, if he chooses , overpower you , hurt you and humiliate you in a way that they would never do to a man.

I would compare the fear of rape in a woman to the fear of castration in a man. Yes, death is worse, but the fear associated with castration is much more visceral. This is the kind of threat women feel everyday. The worst part is that we are made to feel responsible for the violence in another person. We are reminded every day that most people do not look at us and see a person, but just a cunt or someone’s mom/sister. If one dares to be more and venture out unprotected into the ‘jungle’, then beware.

And best of luck.


How to be the perfect Indian (urban) Husband

Really, it’s not as difficult as it seems if you follow these simple tips:

1 ) Stick to your job. Your whole family depends on you now. Society and your parents made sure your wife is at home or on a teacher’s salary. Hate that soul sucking work place? Too bad. What’s that? You want to follow your passion? LOL.

2) Complain about how tough it is to be a man. Ignore the fact that society pushed you into a position of financial independence and responsibility while it pushed your wife into a position of dependance and subservience. Claim you got it much worse.

3) Make BABIES. Can’t afford it? Get promoted, you loser.

4) Forget anniversaries because you are too busy trying to get promoted. Feel indignant at your wife’s disappointment. Doesn’t she realize how tough it is being a financially responsible, independent person?

5) Buy your wife things that she can’t afford herself because of the shitty part time job that you let her take. Feel manly about it.

6) Invite your boss to your home for dinner. Pretend that it was hardly any effort for your wife as the impressive spread is an every day affair.  Laugh at your boss’s significant disappointed remark towards his own wife, who sadly works full time.   

7) Help with the dishes. Expect a blowjob for your heroic effort. 

8) Partake in mysogynistic wife bashing humor even though your wife barely nags you about anything and conversations about your work dominate most communication between the both of you. Pretend that your wife is like a whiny child even though she is your biggest supporter and you love her dearly. 

9) Go to Thailand with your guy friends. Pretend you want to sleep with prostitutes even if you don’t.  Bully the one guy in the group who is brave enough to voice this by calling him a ‘pussy’ or a ‘chutiya’. 

10) Agree with your mother when she says that your wife shouldn’t go for that abroad trip with her friends for her ‘own protection.’ It’s really not safe for women out there! Promise your wife that you will take her yourself one day. As soon as you get promoted.

11) Feel confused, ashamed and disappointed when you have a daughter. Feel guilty at your       own  emotions. Promise yourself, your wife and your new born child that you will raise her just like a son. Hope desperately that your second child is a son.

12) Complain that alimony is unfair and that your wife has no right to half your hard earned money. Who cares if her sucking up to your boss’s wife,  fancy dinners, cooking, cleaning, taking care of your parents and rearing  your children have given you the time to build your career guilt free? She knows nothing about the corporate world. She’s just a house wife.

13) Write blog posts defending your wife’s choice to be a stay at home mom. Describe how being a mother is the most beautiful thing in the universe and how you’re secretly jealous of her.

14) Lastly, never move out of your parent’s house. 

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How to be the perfect Indian (urban) wife

Really, it’s not as difficult as it seems if you follow these simple tips:

1 ) Change your name. What’s in a name, you ask? Nothing except for your entire identity. The sindhoor is in place, beta. You are now your husband’s property, sorry, responsibility. He is going to provide for you your entire life. Changing your name is the least you can do. 

2 ) Change your place of residence. Move into your in-law’s house. Or move to where your husband is currently located. What’s that, you say? Your husband’s house is your own? LOL. Tell that to your mother in-law’s terrible taste in furniture which she refuses to change because she doesn’t want her son to feel any less at ‘home’ after marriage.

3 ) Change the way you dress. You are married now. You are the symbol of honor of your husband’s family. Why tarnish it by provoking other people to talk about your character by wearing shorts. Chee!

4 ) Be a house hold management expert. Don’t know how to cook paneer makhanwala for 10 people and vacuum at the same time? What did you go to school for?

5) Be an expert actor. Smile good natured-ly when all the women get dinner ready while your husband and his friends watch your favorite football team lose the game. Agree with equally resentful but smiling wives that even if you let the men into the kitchen, nothing would get done anyway! Titter and giggle at the favour you are doing the universe. Die a little on the inside.

6) Be forever grateful for the willingness of your husband to ‘help’ out with household chores. Gush about his expert dish washing skills with your friends. Bask in the jealousy of other wives.

7) Change your career plans for your future baby. Corporate job? Don’t be silly. Be a terrible teacher instead. Better hours, beta. How will you cook and manage a corporate job at the same time? What’s that you said? MBA? From Harvard? LOL.

8) Say yes to whatever your in-laws ‘suggest’. You don’t believe in rituals? So what. Such a small price to pay for their happiness. Their happiness is yours, is it not? In fact, everyone else’s happiness is your happiness! How can you be so greedy to ask for your own! Karva Chaut FTW!

9) Accept the roti belan as a gift from your mother in law and smile like an angelic idiot when asked if you know how to cook chapatis. MBA, you said? LOL.

10) Pretend not to be horrified when your father in law jokes that the roti belan is a good defense against your angry/horny husband.

10) Get pregnant. Multiple times.

11) Have a son. If it’s a daughter, practice your apologetic smile and promise to do better next time.  If it’s a second daughter, practice your verbal groveling.

12) Partake in male bashing humor even though you know your husband is not ‘a sex crazed maniac’ and the opposite of a ‘mama’s boy’.

13) Bite your tongue when your husband’s best friend’s wife mistakenly thinks her husband forcing himself on her is ‘normal and cute.’  Try and explain consent without mentioning the words ‘marital *ape’. Everyone knows that such a thing does not exist in India. 

14) Introduce yourself as ‘so and so’s wife’ rather than your own name at all public functions.

15) Bask in the reflected glow of your husband’s achievements. Act superior to the wife of your husband’s junior colleague. Suck up to the wife of your husband’s boss and secretly hate her. Ignore the fact that you have achieved none of that yourself.

16) Lastly, post pictures on social media of your perfect marriage and no.1 husband. If it’s not online, it didn’t really happen.

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