- The Eternal strife continues between two sexes
Once upon a time, the lines were neither blurred nor ignored. They were clearly drawn, meticulously obeyed and upheld by those who drew and respected by those for whom they were drawn. Women knew their place in the scheme of things charted out by their male masters, in a male-dominated, male-run, male-serving, male worshipping universe.
And then came the awakening, the dissent; the war cry.
And the tables started to turn. Women demanded equality, at first they were denied and laughed at. They vied and succeeded. They wanted to go out from the confines of home and contribute like their male counterparts; they were ridiculed and snubbed at. They went out and made their mark. They, slowly and steadily, won some semblance of emancipation yet their quest is far from over.
Of late, the warring sexes went on a fresh assault against each other, armed to the teeth, the eternal battle now rages anew every day. The Second Sex blames the First Sex of denying them rights, stifling their existence, harassing them at work, enslaving them at home, objectifying them in media, degrading them in popular culture, denying them equal opportunities, restricting them from getting equal remuneration, condemning their lot to invisible glass ceilings and relegating them to a corner.
And the tables started to turn. Women demanded equality, at first they were denied and laughed at. They vied and succeeded. They wanted to go out from the confines of home and contribute like their male counterparts; they were ridiculed and snubbed at. They went out and made their mark. They, slowly and steadily, won some semblance of emancipation yet their quest is far from over.
No news here, dear reader, the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve had been ill at ease since forever. Presently, one can’t help but think how lucky Adam and Eve were for they knew not what dilemmas, what dichotomies, what unnecessary tragedies and what deplorable lives their progenies would have to brave.
For our foremost Father and Mother, things and ‘stuff’ were plain and simple. They were in perpetual survival mode. Men hunted, women procreated. Everybody knew who the master was. Everybody respected and remained cowered in front of the Master.
Enter civilization and for good many eons the fundamentals remained intact. Patriarchy reigned supreme sans challenge, without threat. Women remained subdued. While the civilization promised to tame the savage within and lead us to a promised nirvana. That didn’t happen, as civilization had long ago betrayed us, or rather we betrayed ourselves, as all that was spontaneous, all that was primal, all that was elemental has been repressed, sublimated, deflected, buried and denied.
Then something big happened; we found that we can alter nature in most fundamental of the ways.
Two centuries back we hailed the Dawn of Machines and an immense need for hands to ‘man’ the industries coupled with withering away of centuries’ old traditions and societal norms; women had an opening of vistas, a world full of opportunity awaited them. That was the end of man’s complete sovereignty over women.
And as they say, the rest is history. They marveled at all they surveyed. They reached zenith in science, medicine, philosophy, literature, education and all fields that were considered a sole domain of gentlemen.
There were countless hands that launched a thousand ships from the Island of Isolation and burned the topless towers of many an Ilium’s, dear reader.
The question, now, is how to balance the collective yearning for emancipation with private longing to belong and be madly in love with a ‘Special One’.
Few among us haven’t experienced sleepless nights because we can’t stop thinking about someone. We imagine them right next to us when they are hundreds of miles away, we envision futures with them even when our present is under a pall of uncertainty, we hold their hands with all our might in their absence, we talk like maniacs on adrenaline, we listen like stones, we suffer like stoics, we revel in silence and we laugh at their jokes with wanton abandon.
It is impossible to delineate a lady in love better than Simone de Beauvoir who in her magnum opus ‘The Second Sex’ has the following to say. There, savor it with all your senses:
‘When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, than that of a young man. Being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphoses. She rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. The young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will make her impulses only the more passionate. Empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain All.’
May all the dames, damsels, and ladies find love in the times of #metoo and feminism!
