Tag: Feminist

  • Feminism, Abortion and reconciliation of female foeticide

    Feminism, Abortion and reconciliation of female foeticide

    Cognitive dissonance or simply double standards lie at the edifice of post modern feminist discourse. It becomes even more apparent when this framework is applied without any careful thought to the Indian context because whites did not design the system for non-western, non-Abrahamic audience. Even careful mental gymnastics on the part of Indian feminists cannot clarify its vague incoherent framework and comes out in the open to haunt feminists in the abortion vs female foeticide debate.

    One of the problems with feminist discourse is its malicious attempt at obscuring the true implications of the buzz words it uses. The phrase “bodily autonomy” or “My Body My Choice” is another such attempt. On the surface it sounds like something any sane person would endorse- the right to choose what to do with one’s own body. But well-meaning individuals fail to account for the fact that humans are bags of flesh littered with emotions. They are not driven by logic but by fear, longing and other primal urges. Simple pheromones can alter human behaviour. For this reason, it is important for humans to be guided less by their emotions and more by the structure and order provided by the shastras.

    In the abortion debate, the foremost thing to consider is the definition of life. Leftists will argue that the child inside of you is not a human but a clump of cells. Other degenerate liberals will call it a parasite, the justification being that such terminology is supported by Science. This is an obfuscation since scientific terminology is not strictly scientific but inherently philosophical. By extending the principles of “parasitism” – a newly born baby is also a parasite, unable to function on its own, a life form which relies on its parents for sustenance. In a very similar sense, the old, the infirm and even unemployed are also parasites since they are forced to leech off on their kith and kin or the society they are in. Would it be humane to simply murder one’s parents once they reach an age where they may be “scientifically” considered a burden? Left liberals would have you believe that the people who have raised you, tended to you while you were ill and comforted you when you were afraid are burdens for you to rid of. Marxist literature exhorts men to cut familial ties, consider women tools and destroy social bonds to further their revolution. Destroying the institution of the family will achieve the total annihilation, since married men commit less crime. Feminism destroyed the Roman Empire, and even a bachelor tax couldn’t get men to enter the institution of marriage willingly.

    Before going any further, it is important to provide a metaphysical definition of what is “alive”. The fact remains that there is no scientific way to discuss what is alive since there is no way to determine what death is. Bruce Charlton discusses it here; reproduced for your benefit:

    For example, I heard the top British doctor-expert on coma and other “near-death” states, assert that we should not think of death as an event, but rather as a process. So there was no “moment of death” but only a period of time on one side of which was life, and the other death. The implication was that some people are stuck in this process for very long periods – maybe years.

    He was responding to the fact that various definitions of death may conflict – cessation of the heart, activity in various parts of the brain, responsivity of the pupils, decomposition of internal organs such as the pancreas and adrenal – these signs do not co-occur simultaneously, and may be dissociated in some situations; plus of course they are, to some degree, reversible – so death cannot be conclusively pronounced until there are several or all of these signs in place for some length of time.

    A simple solution to this conundrum can be stated thus:

    If a human one is alive due to the sustenance drawn from its environment, a foetus is alive similarly.

    Now that we have established that a foetus is alive, the topic of abortion shifts from “should women have bodily autonomy” to “should women have the right to murder their own young”.

    Pro-abortionists are not truly trying to help women. They degrade them further by introducing the seemingly innocuous idea of free love, the idea that there are no consequences to casual sex. Of course women who have premarital sex tend to get divorced more, are more depressed, more disease ridden and less happy but leftists only like science when it comes to bashing the religious, they do not actually engage in the scientific method.

    One defence of this cold-blooded murder is that a woman may not be financially well equipped to bring a child into this world. It suffices to say, that no one would calmly explain to a woman with a 3-year-old, that since times are tough it may be financially prudent to lop off the child’s head and dispose off the body quietly.

    This is not an argument for a total ban on abortions. Life which is the product of rape or medical condition can be made an exception. The shastras endorse allowing abortion when the life of the mother is threatened. For all other cases, it is important for the civilized to restrain their carnal urges.

    It is important to follow through with the consequences of allowing the right to kill one’s own young based on certain conditions. Consider this: If a condition x exists to allow for abortion other than the two I have mentioned above, then it follows that we may use this condition to allow for abortion according to preference of gender. Females are financial burdens more so than men, because of the costs associated with raising a girl. And this is a universal phenomenon. In India and other eastern societies it is even more pronounced because men are supposed to man up and take care of their old parents while daughters have no such social responsibility. It follows from this that feminists must necessarily support the perpetuation of female foeticide.

    These conclusions are self-evident, requiring only a small amount of reasoning. Most feminists in India do not have the intellectual fortitude to follow through with their own logic for which they can be labelled as Morons among leftists. It is important to note that the Moron is only used as a tool by the Evil for the destruction of Hindu society. It is incumbent upon the right thinking Hindu to discuss these ideas being forced down the collective throat of Hindu society by the media before our children are murdered under the guise of “women’s rights”.

    The author blogs at khatvaanga and tweets at @PaganTrad.

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  • Indian feminist stories- part II

    Indian feminist stories- part II contextual illustration
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    Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Hence all characters in this story belong to @blog_supplement and not to me. The stories are all meant to be in humour and not to offend anyone.
    Part 2

    Vidrum tried to keep up with Somakhya who was running towards Lootika’s house like his life depended on it.

    “Now come on Somakhya I understand that this situation might not seem very nice for you,” began Vidrum. “But think about it in a more positive light. Lootika’s impressive physical beauty plus Meghana’s awesome trendy personality would make the absolute wonder woman. You will not be able to resist her. Trust me.”

    Somakhya stopped and shook Vidrum and screamed, “No!!!!!”

    Somakhya then said, “Vrishchika, Varoli and Jhileeka have all gone to their grandparents house last week and still haven’t come back. That means only Lootika and her parents might be home. I hope her parents didn’t get a heart attack seeing her new avatar. They dote on her a lot.”

    They continued to reach the familiar street where Lootika lived which was not too far from Somakhya’s house. They paused when they reached her house and out of habit they tidied their hair and clothes and chewed on some mint as their mothers always told them to do before entering a girl’s house. They knocked on the door and after a few moments it was opened by Lootika. They saw that Meghana was standing right behind her. Somakhya noticed that Lootika looked different in many ways. She had removed her tilaka completely and had some Arabic mehendi on her hands. Her usual intellectual woman demeanour had been replaced with an arrogant Bollywood diva demeanour.

    Lootika looked at them and said, “Oh look Meghana, just when we were enjoying our time together these sexually frustrated Hindu males had to turn up. Oh my god this country is just too patriarchal that secular sisters can’t even have some alone time to talk without some Hindu male pig barging in the middle. Well that gives me an idea of a new bashtag I can make on Bitter – #NoTimeForWomen. Yes that should get me a lot of re-beets for sure.”

    “Looks like it happened,” Vidrum whispered to Somakhya.

    Lootika sighed and went to the kitchen while Vidrum went to Meghana. Vidrum asked Meghana, “What happened to her and why did you come over?”

    Meghana’s eyes were sparkling. “She became awesome that’s what happened. She is no longer the fascist she was before and I’ve changed my mind about her. She invited me over since her parents have gone out.”

    Vidrum looked at Somakhya. Somakhya shrugged and said, “Well at least she hasn’t kicked us out now. Let’s stay and see if I can think of a cure. I remember Lootika telling me about a cure for it when we discovered this but I forgot and I doubt she is in a state to tell me now. First I’ll call Lootika’s parents to tell them not to get too alarmed about this situation.”

    Somakhya went outside to make the call and Lootika called Meghana to come over to her room to continue talking.

    Meghana told Vidrum, “I suppose you guys can come too. We have some snacks.”

    Somakhya came back in and they went to Lootika’s room. Lootika was smoking a cigarette and she beckoned Meghana to sit on the beanie bag next to her. Meghana grabbed a bag of chips and sat down while Somakhya and Vidrum decided to stand near them and lean on the wall instead. Lootika started smoking a cigarette and said, “Well Meghana tell me about how it is in the feminist club. I’m being invited to their weekly general meetings starting this week. I just wanted to know if there are some snooty bitches there that I might need to compete with in being secular. Not that they can ever match me of course.”

    Meghana almost choked on her chips. “You got invited to the general meetings?”

    “Yes of course,” said Lootika. “I called them just before you came and asked them why the hell they didn’t let an uber feminist like me join the feminist club. That too when I have 10k followers on Bitter. At first when they heard my name for some odd reason they got vehemently angry with me but after conversing with me for some time and reading my new beets on Bitter they changed their mind. They said based on my performance and behaviour in the weekly general meetings they would allow me to join the weekly ‘liberation from the Hindu phallus’ meetings that are conducted every Friday just before the bolly femina night party.”

    Now Meghana was really choking on her chips. “The weekly ‘liberation from the Hindu phallus’ meetings?? You got promised to get into that? Those are the most prestigious of all the feminist club meetings. Only the uber female elites are allowed in there. Getting free admission into them is no less than getting free admission into Harvard.”

    “It’s all in a day’s work for me. Otherwise my name wouldn’t be Lootika, would it? Yes, I aim high always. Next I’m going to climb the feminist ladder and reach the top. Along the way of course I’m going to get a marunmatta bf, anyway not like that needs any effort on my part. But I would prefer him to be of Arab blood because I like high quality.”

    Meghana threw her chips bag away and looked a little upset. “Screw that I’m just going to become fat if I eat those! I want an Arab blood guy too after all!”

    “But Meghana,” began Vidrum.

    “Shut up I’m in a bad mood,” she said. “Anyway this is sister time so don’t talk.”

    Lootika opened a bottle of scotch next to her and the cork flew into Vidrum’s face. Lootika turned to Meghana and said, “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you something really trivial that happened to me. Some boy from university named Abdul Khan called me before you came in and asked me if I was willing to go out with him to the Bollywood bar tomorrow night. I told him look dude I sympathize with minority males a lot but I really don’t know you and perhaps you are not at my league so I’ll have to think about it.”

    This time Meghana couldn’t control herself and shouted, “What the fuck! Abdul Khan is the most uber handsome alpha marunmatta we ever knew other than the Bollywood Khans! You are thinking about whether you should go with him or not?”

    “You want me to tell him to go out with you instead?” asked Lootika. “Because I’m totally fine with that. I’m sure an Arab prince will come to take me out sooner or later if this fascist country allows him to come here.”

    “No thanks, Miss privileged!” shouted Meghana sobbing. “He asked you out not me. What an entitled bitch you are! I never even got invited to any feminist meetings ever before. They only allowed me to edit the articles. And Abdul Khan never ever wanted anything from me other than a strand of my hair.”

    Meghana ran out of the house sobbing.

    “Well that escalated quickly,” Vidrum whispered to Somakhya. “Lootika and Meghana can’t get along even if Lootika is secular. What a wonder.”

    “What a jealous bitch she is,” observed Lootika. “So this is the quality of feminists they produce these days. Tsk tsk. I have to correct things when I come into power. Secularism first, jealous later. That should be the slogan.”

    Lootika then turned to Vidrum and Somakhya and crossed her arms and said, “Well what do you two Hindu lechers want from me?”

    Vidrum swept his hair back and said, “But sweetheart can’t you see I’m secular?”

    Lootika shrugged. “Still an unattractive Indian male.”

    “Well?” Lootika said turning to Somakhya.

    Somakhya didn’t respond to her. He didn’t feel the need to. Besides she seemed more like an alien to him now rather than the Lootika he knew all these years. Sure, her looks were still the same but as he told himself one must not get overly attached to the charms of a woman lest they be burdened with too much misery. Just as the wise Buddha had said every perceived joy in this world is ephemeral and the Lootika today might not be the Lootika tomorrow.

    Vidrum elbowed him and said, “Come on quit thinking so seriously. This is a parody, not MT’s blog. And to top it all it is never recorded that the wise Buddha never said anything like the Lootika today might not be the Lootika tomorrow.”

    “Yes,” said Somakhya. “That line is going to be my copyrighted teaching when I renounce the worldly life. Anyway we have nothing to gain over here now. Its getting late so let’s go to my house and rack our brains to see if we can find a cure.”

    To be continued…

    The author uses Twitter handle @arunbeeta
    Originally published April 25, 2016 on Yuga Parivartan.
  • Indian feminist stories- part I

    Indian feminist stories- part I
    Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Hence all characters in this story belong to @blog_supplement and not to me. The stories are all meant to be in humour and not to offend anyone.
    Part 1

    It was the start of the summer holidays before Lootika and Somakhya’s fourth year at MT university and Vidrum and Somakhya were sitting in the cricket field near their house chatting. Lootika had been with them for a while before they came to the field as they had gone together to the great MT shrine near the university to pay their respects. Vidrum had asked Lootika (much to Somakhya’s ire) whether she would be interested in staying in the field along with them so that she could do some cheer leading for them and added that Somakhya might enjoy it very much. She declined and said that she had to go to her house so Somakhya and Vidrum ended up sitting on the field ground for a while after they had finished a little practice for the big match at the university.

    “The big match is going to be amazing,” commented Vidrum. “This is probably the first time everyone is taking it very seriously.”

    “And they should,” said Somakhya. “Did you take a look at the team makeup? All the marunmattas are on the opposite team while all the hindus and secular hindus are on our team. This is analogous to India vs Pakistan. Especially since there are a lot of secular Islamophile moles in our team begging us not to stress ourselves out for the match and saying things like not having any girls in our team clearly shows our patriarchal nature despite the fact that this is supposed to be an all-male team and our opponents would never have any girls even if it wasn’t.”

    “Oh please,” said Vidrum waving his hand. “You always think of everything in terms of marunmattas and pretas and all. Sit back and relax and enjoy the classic Indian entertainments – things like cricket, bollywood, samosas, fair-skinned Punjabi women and all.”

    “We have to be a little serious about our country and our future,” chided Somakhya. “Just last week Lootika and I received a small reward from our esteemed security adviser Ajit Goval for our little contribution to his operation in the Sunderbans. We automatically gained a lot of followers on Bitter rather than those one or two bot followers we had previously. Lootika now has 10k followers on Bitter and PM Moody even promised us that he will follow both our handles for our insights but he has not done so till now.”

    “Wow!” said Vidrum. “But wait, how many followers do you have now?”

    Somakhya looked a little taken aback. “Well…. just 300 now. I suspect it has something to do with the differences between Lootika’s BP (twist on DP 🙂 ) and mine. Especially when a lot of secular and marunmatta guys seem to follow her and not me, one would guess it is because of something more than the content of her beets.”

    “I am not on Bitter,” said Vidrum stroking his chin. “Meghana persuaded me not to join because she was complaining that there were too many Findus on it and she said they are always bitter about something.”

    Suddenly Vidrum and Somakhya noticed that Lootika had left her water bottle with them. Vidrum picked it up and some water spilled out onto the grass. Somakhya’s eye widened as she saw the grass glisten and turn slightly white in colour where the water had fallen.

    “That looks really familiar and ominous,” said Somakhya pointing to it. “Come, we have to go to the lab immediately. Get that water bottle along with you!”

    Vidrum didn’t understand much but he ran along with Somakhya to the university. On the way they ran into Sharvamanyu who was just on his way back home.

    “Hey Somakhya!” he called out.

    “I do not have much time now,” insisted Somakhya. “Tell me some other time Sharvamanyu.”

    “But this is really important,” said Sharvamanyu. “I saw that uber marunmatta guy Abdul Khan snooping around your third year chemistry lab this morning while all of you were busy in class. He seemed to be very interested in checking yours and Lootika’s samples and work. I think he must have gotten access to the lab from your brain-in-the-mud secular classmate Vishal.”

    “Thanks for the info,” said Somakhya and continued to drag Vidrum along with him to the university gate.

    “Abdul Khan?” said Vidrum suddenly. “I know him partly because Meghana always speaks about him. He is the son of a very rich businessman and president of the Sickular Students Union as well as the president of the Oppressed Minorities of MT University Sympathy and Charity Club on our campus. He is also the de facto head of the Bollywood club on campus but actually he makes some secular Hindu guy karan kohar do all the organizational work in it while he just goes once in a while to pose on stage and bang the chicks later. He was rated as most sexy and progressive man by the weekly MT university feminist magazine and received similar praise and approval from the LGBT on campus club. Incidentally he is also the head of our opponent team in the big match even though he can’t play cricket.”

    “Seems like a complete asshole to me,” said Somakhya.

    “Well actually that’s not how Meghana described him much to my dismay,” said Vidrum sighing.

    “Either way if he was snooping around our lab it can only mean trouble. The esteemed founders of our university would be quite upset to see the state of it today with all the secular preta-influenced and marunmatta clubs and societies in our campus.”

    Somakhya and Vidrum entered the lab with their access card and Somakhya took the water bottle and began analysing its contents with her microscope. Vidrum took a seat next to him and casually looked at a MT uni-feminist magazine that someone left on the table. One article in the middle of it read “Don’t be fooled! Women can be misogynists too!” The article went on to describe a third year biology major student named Lootika who had a fascist handle on Bitter and had notoriously gained popularity recently. It described her as an evil witch that was certainly a curse on womankind. The article also mentioned while they could not make much sense out of her obscure, complicated beets what they could tell was that she was a fascist and that the most blasphemous thing about her was that she did not think Bollywood was cool. The writers of the article ended saying that they noticed the fact that some secular guys who had proclaimed themselves as lovers of feminists had decided to follow her handle and if they do not immediately stop taking interest in Lootika then they would face the full consequences of feminist rage. Vidrum flipped to the next page and saw that the next article was about how men should control their rage and not be curious to find out who a woman is following on Bitter.

    “Aha! I guessed correctly!” Said Somakhya suddenly. “The water in Lootika’s bottle has Buckminister-phosphate-guanocytosine-looti-meghite mixed into it!”

    “What? What! What?!!” Said Vidrum.

    “Come on its not that complicated, its just Buckminister-phosphate-guanocytosine-looti-meghite,” said Somakhya with a shrug. “Oh I see. You don’t know about it because Lootika and I dropped the idea of publishing a research article on it because the idea is trivial and also would lack funding. Basically its a simple chemical we discovered that tastes exactly like water but can be used to transform a Lootika into a Meghana. One of our most peculiar discoveries.”

    “Oh how is it made?” asked Vidrum trying to stop the throbbing in his head.

    “Well first you take a strand of hair from both Lootika and Meghana and tie them together and then place them in a solution of MT liquid. Then you go to the shrine of the god Bollocks who is the arch enemy of our patron devta MT and do puja with the solution with 15 minutes. And voila, its done!”

    “So obviously the guy Abdul must have done all of this,” said Vidrum. “He actually did puja in front of an idol. Without doubt he destroyed it after he was done. It doesn’t matter. I never liked Bollocks anyway.”

    Vidrum scratched his chin. “But one thing I am worried about is how did he manage to get a strand of Meghana’s hair?”

    “Oh that is nothing surprising or new I am sure,” said Somakhya. “What I am really concerned about is how he managed to get a strand of Lootika’s hair!”

    Vidrum gave her a dirty look. Suddenly Somakhya’s eyes widened. “By our good god MT! It must have already taken effect on Lootika by now. She did drink a little of the water. Undoubtedly this whole scheme was an attack by the Ghazis to weaken Hindus! Come, we have to go to her house immediately.”

    To be continued…

    The author uses Twitter handle @arunbeeta