An Infinity of Genders.

Feminism.
This single word carries a lot of meaning to different people.
For some, it would refer to the upliftment, the empowerment of women in the world.
For others,  people who would have seen Emma Watson’s stirring speech at the launch of the HeForShe campaign, it would refer to equality of the genders in this world.
Quite some people would grossly mistake it to be the granting of priveleges to women at the expense of men.
The abolishment of the patriarchal system. Equal wages.
Putting away with stereotypes and gender roles. Representation of women’s interests.

And so on.

Feminism could mean a lot of things.

However, recently I was introduced to a novel concept in a debate workshop. A concept which would go on to smack me BANG in the head for not thinking of such an idea before.  A definition of Feminism which includes everything stated at the beginning of this post, and much, much more.
I’m still in awe.
That definition was bang on.

Let’s start at the beginning. The concept of Feminism started in the late 19th C in some cultures and solidified around the world in the 20th C. It’s roots trace back to the women movements which sought equal rights for both men and women. Hence, the term ‘Femin’ism. Women, having been oppressed for centuries, wanted more rights to place them in the same pedestal as men. And out of this, came the wrong assumption that Feminists wanted Rights at the expense of men.

However, as time has flowed by, it has become apparent that not only Women, but people as a whole are stereotyped and maligned. Every person in this world is affected by stereotypes. Their identity is pre-determined by existing stereotypes and gender roles.
Men don’t cry. Men who look ‘feminine’ in the eyes of society are Gay. Women like Pink. These are some of the simplest examples of such stereotypes. Stereotypes can go on to more serious issues such as Women are the primary caretakers of children, men are primary breadwinners, Gay couples can’t bring up a child and so on.

Feminism has grown, in today’s world, to address these issue and much more. It has grown to encompass all the people in this world who are discriminated, maligned, and stereotyped. It is a platform for anyone- be it man, woman, asexual, transsexual, LGBT- anyone to state their views and be heard.

Coming to the definition.
Feminism refers to the ‘Fight against Sexism -discrimination based on sex- through questioning the Gender Binary’
The revolutionary, life altering aspect of this definition is that ir basically challenges every single stereotype on the face of the Earth! Not because of its all-encompassing definition,  but because it addresses the root cause!
This definition, by questioning the Gender Binary, basically puts away with Genders! There are no genders! If there are no genders, where would the concept of gender-related stereotypes come from?!

Alternatively it could also mean an Infinity of Genders!
Every single human being on the face of this Earth, is a gender by themself! Every single human being would be a single entity and can’t be categorised under a broad concept of Gender.
Mathematicians can relate this concept as a Singleton Set. A set in which one person is included.
Chemists can relate this concept to an Atom. The world is made up of Human Atoms, and can’t be generalised.
Bilogosts can refer to tho concept as a Cell. The World is made up of Human Cells in the primary form, and they shouldn’t be grouped together as a tissue or an organ.
Physicists can relate this concept to a Quanta. Th simplest entity and it can’t be grouped.

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Everybody is a gender by themselves

This definition of Feminism could be referred to as the concept of Humanism, as it refers to all Humans on the face of this Earth. Personally I feel that, Humanism could be a better term for this movement, because it would remove any discrepancies in perception of the term ‘Feminism’ and would gather infinitely more support because everybody falls under this term.

In short,
Put away with the concept of Genders, you put away with gender based discrimination, malignment and stereotypes.

I am Siddharth Saravanan,
and I’m a gender by myself.

#63NotOut

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The un-hateable Man.
The prodigy who had a fault in his stars.
The man who will forever remain 63 not out.
Cricket’s own son.
Philip Joel Hughes.

He started his life with a passion for cricket.
Life left him, standing tall, having faced all odds and still playing the game he loved; Living his dream.
His whole life spanned the 22 yards and his legacy will carry on, Forever.

The youngest man to hit 2 centuries in both innings of a test match.
The person Australians had hope on to carry on the mantle of Australian captains.
A loyal friend.
A loving son.
A gentleman.

He lost his life to a freak delivery. And tears were shed by cricketers and cricket lovers all around. The tears shed are testimony to the great man that Phil Hughes was. It is testimony to how much Cricket’s prodigal son will be missed.

Amidst this outpouring of grief, one must not forget Sean Abbott. As Sean took his delivery stride to bowl that fateful ball, little must he have known as to what will follow later.
An innocuous ball.
Everything changes.
We can only imagine the pain Sean Abbott must be going through. It was absolutely no fault of his and this fact must be reiterated always.

Do not pity the dead, Harry.
Pity the loving and above all, those who live without love.
~Albus DumbledoreĀ 

Sean Abbott requires all the love he needs right now. He must know that it wasn’t his fault and his guilt in his mind, must be reduced as much as possible.

Phil Hughes will always be remembered.
The man who will forever remain 63 not out.
Cricket’s own son.
R.I.P Philip Joel Hughes.

Time.

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Time.
A simple word,
Encompassing a grandiose scale.
Forever it runs, never ceasing,
Catch up with it you may,
Keep up? Nay, never.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Time.
An existential question,
Always and forever,
A fabric of the Universe?
Or with beginning and end,
Doomed forever?

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Time.
A world of meaning,
In a single Word.
Dynamic, pulsating, unfettered?
Negative,
Calm. Composed. Linear.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Time.
Outside the Boundaries?
Or, The Boundaries?
May not know,
^Reason why it appears,
Complex.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Time.
Affects people.
The fabric around which,
Lives revolve.
A Constant. All – encompassing.
Unchanging.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Time.
A definition by itself.
Question it you may,
Answers you get? None.
It simply,
Exists.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Analisque#1

People.
Complex creatures with feelings and emotions.
The World around us comprises of people.
Excluding the average lunatic living in the forest, we all live in a Society; a society made up of people, and no matter how hard we try we cannot avoid interacting with people.
We are Social Animals.

Therefore, in this scenario, it becomes imperative for us to learn to interact with Humans. To learn to influence Humans. To learn to deal with Humans.
In this process of learning, one will learn about themselves, because ultimately we too, are Humans.
Necessary much?

This series of blog posts will be my studies on People and the results.
Studying People, I call it. The results may be the most obvious ones, the most blatant, everybody-knows-it ones. However, bear with me, because I am starting anew.

Humans are typically two-fold.
The Physical and the Mental.
I will be focussing on the Mental part here. The part where Minds come into play.
Minds. ^_^
Complex, swirly whirly, amazing creations of God.
Unique, fantastic and tremendously interesting.
Minds. ^_^

Philosophiqe #1

Based on the first quasi-poem I posted, some of you may already know my deepest fear; as to who I am and who I’ll turn out to be.
I’ve been pondering and I’ve come up with a few results.
This blog post will deal with the first question, as to Who we are.

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As to the integral question of Who we are, I believe that it is simple enough.
We are simply the sum total of our experiences and surroundings.
When we come into this world, I believe that most of us are born with a similar skill set and aptitude level. This is because it has been proven that neural connections, the pathways whose strength influences our memory and general aptitude is not related to Heredity. Notice that I use, the word ‘most’. I am disregarding the born geniuses and the born retards from this equation.

So I believe that a the function of population with respect to the Skill sets and Aptitude will look like this.

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However as we grow up this graph generally tends to get modified into this.

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This is called a Bells Curve.
This Curve says that in any indigenous population, there are invariably going to be some geniuses and retards with most of the population averaging out between them.
The question that can be derived now is that Why does this graph change? Why does the normal indigenous population, which at childbirth were at the same aptitude level change into a curve, with some becoming more-towards-genius and some becoming more-towards-retard?

Taking a hypothetical world, where the physical characteristics of a person doesn’t affect the mental strength and vice versa, it can be seen that the ONLY differentiating factor between the way Humans grow up, is the Environment and Experiences. Therefore this has to be the only differentiating factor between whether a Human realises his/her potential or not.

It can be stated as follows,
In a world, where physical characteristics do not affect the mental characteristics and vice versa, Human beings are a direct function of Environment and Experiences.

This may seem like a basic result, however it carries a load of significance.
It now is fairly apparent, that the only difference between a person who realises his/her Human Potential and a person who doesn’t is the Environment he/she lives in and the Experiences they undergo.
Therefore, by controlling these factors, we can directly influence how Humans turn out to be

The Epitome of Gentlemanliness

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Rahul Dravid.
Rahul Sharad Dravid.
The Wall.

In today’s world, the word ‘Great’ is bandied about without much thought. One swashbuckling innings or one amazing performance; and a person is characterised as ‘Great’.
Therefore, it becomes a necessity to search for better adjectives to describe a person. ‘Legend’ can be safely discarded. There are many legends floating around.
Dravid is more than that.

God?
Can one consider bestowing the title ‘God’ on Rahul Dravid? Consider him on equal footing with Sachin Tendulkar?
I don’t think so.

Sachin was bestowed the title ‘God’ purely based on cricketing talent. His straight drive might be Beautiful. His cuts might be exquisite. His cover driver might be a treat to watch.
However, the fact remains that Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar was bestowed with the title ‘God’ purely based on cricketing talent.

Well, Rahul Dravid is more than that. :’)
He doesn’t limit himself to Cricket. He exists outside that.
He inspires us with his personality.
He steals our hearts with his charisma.
He epitomes all the qualities the game of Cricket seeks to bring out.
Determination.
Selflessness.
Humility.

He was a man who existed Outside the Boundaries.
It isn’t fitting that we limit him with the title ‘God’
He is more. He is Great. He is Legendary. He is God.
He is Rahul. Sharad. Dravid. _/|\_

One might ask, what’s it with him that makes him stand out? Well, I could talk for days and days about the qualities that make him unique and it still wouldn’t be enough.

However, I will say one thing though.
Some people might call Rahul Dravid a genius.
I vehemently disagree. Calling Dravid a genius is insulting.
Genii are people who have a natural talent within them and don’t need much practice to flourish.
Sachin Tendulkar was a genius.
Brian Lara was a genius.
Ricky Ponting was a genius.

Rahul Dravid was a common man. He was a man who put in the hard yards to succeed. He would get up in the middle of the night and shadow practice trying to achieve perfection. He would be the first one to come to the practice session and the last one to leave. He never missed the optional practice sessions.
He took his game seriously.
He kept on learning. From the age of 9 to the age of 40.
He strived. To achieve perfection.
He was one of Us. Ordinaries.
He is now one of Them. Genii.

He serves as a reminder that all of Us can reach great heights if only we put in dedicated hard work.
Pure, unadulterated hard work.

An Ordinary to a Genius.
Rahul Dravid.

Life of Pi – Part 2

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We’ve all seen the movie ‘Life of Pi’. It’s an amazing movie with awe-inspiring graphics and a heart-lifting soundtrack. The resilience displayed by Pi instils within us the belief that if you have faith, anything is possible.
However, one inconsequential thing which would have leeched onto our minds like a parasite would be Pi’s Religious Plurality.

His religious plurality is evident in the fact that he visits the temple, attends mass at the Church and never fails to pray in the Mosque on Fridays. This is reflected in his calm demeanour and serene attitude. Indeed, religion and the concept of God play a very integral part of the movie.

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This particular post is a memoir of how I became Piscine Molitor Patel for a day; an evening to be specific.
Of my voyage into 6 major religions in the space of a few hours.
Of my fledgling attempt to understand the minds of people.
Of my attempt to escape the throes of boredom.
Let the voyage begin.

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Okay. I’m being brutally honest here.
It was the Boredom.
Extreme, mind-numbing boredom.

Boredom is a fickle thing.
It sometimes brings out extreme creativity within a person. Creativity as never experienced before, assails us, bashes into our minds, possessing us to almost mercurial levels, never leaving us and constantly bugging us until we end up doing something.
Or sometimes, we fall dead to the world and enter the intoxicating mind palace of slumber.

That particular day, I had one of those rare mo’s where I had a choice.
Of sleeping.
Or doing something crazy.

Crazy I chose. xD
\m/

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A germ of an idea grew in my head.
I wanted to go around Bangalore, an uncharted territory by me, alone, with no idea where I was going. I hopped on a bus.
And off I went.

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The Temple

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I went to the temple first.

Temples are wonderful structures which most people don’t appreciate. A look into the seeming intricacies into the architecture will leave you spellbound. Every single pillar is carved out of a single piece of rock! One. Rock! Just imagine the difficulties in transporting a huge piece of rock over tens of hundreds of kilometres, carving it with precision and fitting it. Now imagine doing that for a hundred pillars. Add to that the need to make the Temple structurally soundproof so as to make it stand for hundreds of years.
An Architect’s nightmare.
A king’s dream.
A city’s pride.

This particular temple is called Kempamma Devi temple. Kempu
In Kannada means ‘Red’. The founder of Bangalore City, Kempagowda, used to love this temple so much that he named himself after the temple!

Serene and calm, like a ripple-less pond, the Temple beckons us.
Hinduism is a way of life. You see different kinds of people at the Temple.
Devotees prostrating themselves before their God.
Foreigners taking pictures.
A priest going about doing his Pooja.
A child running around.
Beggars going about doing their occupation.
Hawkers outside the temple selling their wares.

Indeed, this seems chaos. This doesn’t seem like a ripple-less pond! More like Ranganathan Street at peak time. However, there is Order in this Chaos. All the activities of various people are centred and dependant on the deity. To the close observer, a symbiotic relationship is visible.
Hawkers. Priests. Tourists. Devotees.
All of them require or desire the Temple.
And the Temple needs them.

As I stood and watched this bustling spectrum of life,
I felt fulfilled.

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The Church
*No picture of that particular Church available in the net. I’ve been let down by the net :'(*

My feet carried me to a Church.

This particular church was in the grounds of a school. A little apprehensive, I entered the Church. I half expected a man to shout at me and say that I can’t enter the Church since I wasn’t a Christian.
Nothing untoward happened.

Sanctity.
That’s the first word that comes to my mind when I think of a Church.
The familiar architecture, the open arms welcoming you, the feeling of Belongingness… you feel Part of.

Sitting there, I listened to a priest sing prayers and preach in Kannada.
I didn’t know the meaning of the words.
But I understood them.

No matter which religion it is, being in the presence of a God; an idol people perceive to be a higher power, I automatically say One Prayer. Just one. This may be because I’m an Agnostic, or maybe because I don’t want any wishes, but I don’t ask for anything.
My prayer has always been,
Thank You for everything you’ve done to me.
That’s it.

So after finishing thanking this higher being,
I left the Chruch,
With wholesomeness and satisfaction trickling into me,
Leaving me
Fulfilled
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Shridi Sai Baba Temple.

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To be frank, I don’t know anything about Shridi Sai Baba. I don’t even know if he’s an extraordinary man or a God. If it’s a religion or anything.

I went for the PRASADAM *Eeee*
Prasadam. Prasadam. Prasadam. Prasadam. Prasadam.

I was fulfilled :’)
Literally.

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Mosque

*No image of that particular Mosque available in the Internet. The internet has failed me :'(*

I admit it.
I was apprehensive.

I had no clue about this religion. A lot of my best friends are Muslims but I had a very vague idea how the religion as such worked. How to pray. What to wear. Should I wear that cap? Is there a specific way to pray?
No idea. Chop chop.

I consulted with my friend on the phone. Removed footwear.
Went in.
Came out.
In and Out. As simple as that.
What stuck on to my mind was a plethora of Greenness.
A blur of Green.
In and Out.

I have taken a small step to understand another religion.
And that effort left me fulfilled
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Wine Shop. xP

This is a religion right?
Right? x’D

Millions of people are hooked onto it and can’t go on without it. Check.
The thought of it gives them motivation to go through the day. Check.
It gives them a sense of community bonding. Check.
Yup. Wine is a religion.

I pulled up a chair and saw the people walking in, buying bottles of wine, beer and an assortment of drinks and walk off.
I learn that they sell wine in tetra packs. xD
I learnt that they also sell Cavins milk, God knows why O.o
I learnt that people from all walks of life come to the roadside and buy wine from a simple shop. Wealthy businessmen. Simple coconut vendors. Old people. Mid-20s. Tall. Short. Fat. Thin. Dark. Dark.
All for a Quarter.

I learnt a lot that day.
In a weirdly garbled way, I felt fulfilled
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Playground.
*Eeeeeeeeeeeee*

This is MY religion.
I have many gods.
Basketball. Cricket. Football.
These are my Religions. And the balls are my Gods. _/|\_
I went there and I finished off my highly fulfilling day with a game of Football.
*Eeeeeeeeeeee*

Fulfilled.
‘Nuff said.

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