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CJP and The Prime Minister’s Satisfactions

There is a hole in the Prime Minister’s soul

That cannot be filled.

We must all concede

To his greed

His limitless hungry need

For love. 

All the time.

It is very difficult to watch the video of a fifteen year old girl apologizing to the nation, and then look at Narendra Modi’s Instagram post in which he proffers forgiveness to the “shararati bacche” of the nation. The video in which a 15 year old girl is made to apologize with folded hands, and her mother made to thank the Prime Minister for his magnanimity, is deeply disturbing because it reveals the true sociopathy that lives inside this man. And what lives inside him is a hatred of women and a desire for control and dominance so pathological that it derives its satisfaction from this. What satisfaction is a 75 year old man, the prime minister of a nation, with the full force of the state and its violence behind him, deriving from the video of a 15 year old girl begging forgiveness? 

Who is a “shararati baccha”? What drives Narendra Modi’s need to infantilize the adults who gathered on Jantar Mantra, specifically daughters, and teach them lessons? What is the actual lesson that Narendra Modi wishes to teach the betis of this country? The psyche acts towards it’s own satisfaction. What is the nature of pleasure that accompanies this video of a 15-year old child as she is taught a lesson? 

Insulting language is not a crime. Narendra Modi is owed no apologies from anyone. However, why is the law and the goons not demanding apologies from the young men, legions of them, chanting, “Neem ka patta kadwa hai, Narendra Modi ***** hai”? We know the answer to this question. Feminists have given us the weapons to diagnose it. But despite the tools that feminism has given us so we can look squarely at the forms that patriarchy takes, this video produces a visceral revulsion at the psychopathology of this regime and the man who presides over it.

The goons arriving at the doors of women demanding apologies are extensions of the prime minister. The men issuing rape threats to 15 year old girls are psychic prosthetics of the prime minister. They are doing the psychic bidding of a man who speaks of women’s bodies in an obscene fashion. Who obsesses about the sexual lives of women by calling a woman a 50 crore girlfriend. A man who compares a woman to a Jersey Cow, and then talks about her “hybrid child”. A man who demands that a 15 year old girl beg his forgiveness in public. And then her mother be made to thank him for giving her daughter a “Jeevan dan”. This pervert is the Prime Minister of our country. And in the 12 years of his regime he has gathered around himself an incel army that embodies every perverted form that masculinity takes. 

At least one strand of the murderous rage the ruling regime feels for the young people gathered at Jantar Mantra has to do with the nature of masculinity that characterized that space. Instead of the obscenity that characterizes this regime, what happened at the CJP protests at Jantar Mantra was the modeling of a masculinity that is not scared, embarrassed, or disgusted by women’s bodies and what they may need. And unlike the toxic obsession that the right-wing has with women’s bodies and the horrific things they want to do to them, this masculinity does not sexualize every encounter with it. Like the young man, he must not have been more than 16 years old, who was offering sanitary towels to women. I thanked him and said I didn’t need them, to which he replied, “Abhi nahin to kabhi to zaroorat padegi. Hamare paas bahut hai, aap ek le lijiye. Aur aapko nahin zaroorat to kissi aur ko de dijiye.” Compare the care in these words said to a woman thirty years older than him, with the desire of the Prime Minister to teach young girls lessons in which they beg forgiveness.

At Jantar Mantar, there were two queues to enter the space of the CJP protest enclosed by the barricades, one for men and one for women. The young men who were the volunteers responsible for crowd management, immediately took women through the women’s entrance. I had come that night with my brother and I hesitated for a moment when I was asked to go through, because our phones weren’t working and I wanted to coordinate where to meet. Regardless, this young man must have thought I was worried about my safety. Because he looked at me and said, “Ye Kumbh Mela nahi hai, aapka bhai aapko andar mil jayega, promise.” By this he did not mean that I would not get lost in the crowd. He meant that I would not be encountering the Sanatan Hindu masculinity that is issuing rape threats, hunting down young women, and demanding that they perform their abjection for the Prime Minister. 

All societies have pathological tendencies, as all societies have resources for life. In the twelve years of his rule, Narendra Modi has viralized every pathological tendency there exists——of casteism, of misogyny, of islamophobia, xenophobia, racism. The tactic of control has been to make the social body sick with fear and normalize more and more depraved forms of violence against Dalits, against Muslims, women, Kashmiris, people fighting for their land, transpeople, farmers, students, teachers, anyone and everyone who asks any questions about this regime. The protests at Jantar Mantar are so terrifying to this regime because they displayed a moral compass in a nation which feared it had lost one. And they showed that social depravity has a location. That location is the Prime Minister and the entire ecosystem that has birthed and sustained him. To quote a slogan from Jantar Mantra, “BJP ke daftar mein.” But society has managed, despite the pathogens released by the PMO, to recover a space for ethical action and care for each other. Jantar Mantra is terrifying to the toxic insecure masculinity that drives the vaanar sena and its 56-inch Senapati, because it is a world in which women can talk about their periods, and young men can offer them sanitary pads when they need them. And in response the regime reasserts its right to derive pleasure from the humiliation of girls and women by making a 15 year old girl beg forgiveness. The list of unforgivable things that Modi and this regime have done is long. This is high on that list.

An Exorcism For Every Woman and A Curse on Every Man: Fulana Detail

This is a guest post by FULANA DETAIL

The post below is hard to read. It is written with a great deal of rage and pain and grief. It is a post about sexual violence. It is not explicit in any way. It does not describe sexual violence. It describes the feeling of being before the violence of masculinity. It describes the violence of the feeling of feeling. Which is why it is hard to read. You may wish to think carefully about whether you want to read further. Please consider this a trigger warning. 

Today I performed an exorcism. I performed an exorcism of every image that floods the media of sexual violence, of rape and mutilation, of violation, of violence that should be undoable and unthinkable. I decided to think it. I let these images move through my mind and my body. I performed an exorcism for every woman, and everyone who believes herself woman, and lives woman, and every one who lives as not man. I performed an exorcism for everyone who is not a man. I performed an exorcism for every man who is not a man. I let image, upon image, upon image, upon image, upon image, upon image, flood my mind. I opened my mind as wide as I could, without filter and protection. Eventually I let my mind break at the seams, for many hours. I let my mind descend into terror. I let my mind touch madness. I let my mind become a not mind. And not by reaching atman or bhramaan  believe you me. I let my mind become incoherent.

Continue reading An Exorcism For Every Woman and A Curse on Every Man: Fulana Detail

A hunt, the aftermath, angry Indian men and a tragedy: Rahul Roy

Guest Post by RAHUL ROY

Nivedita Menon ends her commentary on the unfolding Tehelka sexual assault case in Kafila by asserting – “the time has come. It is now”. It should be, but is it? Are we witnessing the end game of an old Indian patriarchal sport called sexual assault? The sport is akin to another old game called the royal hunt that was an important part of elite political culture of South Asia. The rules of the sport were then as now heavily loaded in favour of the royal huntsman – weapons, support teams, timing, everything required for the thrill of a kill were with powerful men out to conquer. The expeditions however were not just about the kill. The sport was also a means of asserting authority over tracts of the wild and those that lived there and were by some misfortune not aware of prevailing authority structures. The royal hunt was an event to showcase to subjects the might, prowess and authority of the elite rulers. It was the stamping of power over human as well as animal kingdom. The royal huntsman could not but win. He could not but kill.
Continue reading A hunt, the aftermath, angry Indian men and a tragedy: Rahul Roy

Why I need feminism

Here’s wishing all men and women across borders and boundaries, in New Delhi and New Haven, Ranchi and Russia, Dublin and Damascus, Srinagar and Sri Lanka, Bhutan and the Bermudas, a very happy International Women’s Day. These images are from the ‘I Need Feminism’ Campaign at the Lahore University of Management Sciences

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Notes from a bachelorette party in New India: Swathi Sukumar

Guest post by SWATHI SUKUMAR

Last week, I went to a bachelorette party. The party props were unbelievable to the point of being ridiculous—shot-glasses shaped like body parts, kinky trinkets, balloons in unmentionable shapes and sizes—and other items that would have made many women of another generation collapse in horror.

At the end of the party, everyone was slightly drunk and a good deal of time had been spent asking the bride-to-be embarrassing questions and cracking dirty jokes.  I realized that our revelry had a close parallel in the cult classic “The Hangover”, a story of four men who go to Las Vegas to celebrate a very eventful bachelor’s party. Our party shared common themes from the script of the movie, including inebriation and the obsession with bodies, both perfect and imperfect. We missed the tiger and the stripper from the movie, but I am told that strippers are a very common feature in bachelorette parties in India.

Tigers are not common, I hope. Continue reading Notes from a bachelorette party in New India: Swathi Sukumar

What Do Men Have To Do With It?: Rahul Roy

Guest post by RAHUL ROY

I have been sitting quietly trying to finish my new film and had promised myself that I would not get side tracked and concentrate on the task at hand. But enough is enough. I am shocked and disappointed at the way men high jacked a protest that could have been and probably still is the most significant pouring out of women who may never have thought in their wildest dreams that they would be facing water cannons and cops giving them a chase with iron tipped sticks. I am sure it is a coming of age moment for many young women of the city of Delhi.

I am aware that there has been a fair bit of cynicism about middle class women running up and down Raisina Hill and whether it adds up to anything. It damn well does. The next time they see adivasis being chased down by the police in Chattisgarh or in Orissa a penny will drop. It already is, today there is an article by a 19 year old student form Lady Sri Ram College narrating her brush with Delhi Police at the Parlaiment Street Police station and quite significantly she adds that if they are capable of behaving the way they did with a group of ‘well connected’ college students in Delhi then what must be happening in the more remote areas of non metropolitan India. Continue reading What Do Men Have To Do With It?: Rahul Roy

Gird Your Loins

A new product ’18 Again’ has hit the Indian market. A vaginal tightening gel, the advertisement left us mildly bemused.

With her newly tautened privates, the saree-clad lady seems in remarkably good cheer, given she apparently ‘feels like a virgin’ and ‘it’ (it presumably being sex), ‘feels like the very first time’. Namely awkward, painful, inexperienced fumbling? Ah well! There’s no accounting for tastes, not least the fantasies of the Indian man.

Regardless, we think this is a step in the right direction. Virgins being a scarce commodity these days, a handy at-home converter for any sacrifices you may have planned is a thoughtfully designed product indeed. (The makers of ’18 Again’ are unclear on what to do with those of us who escaped the wastelands of virginity before 18, but there you have it. You can’t please everyone, certainly not those sluts who didn’t even wait till they were legal). The makers of 18 Again are hoping for strong revenues on the back of exponential domestic demand.

As this article details, the Indian vagina now caters to a broad spectrum of consumer taste and preference. Backed by a strong commitment to product diversification, the Indian vagina is set to enter the 21st century  with applications and appliances, room fresheners and Christmas trees. Needless to say, we are delighted; our only grouse being that the products are somewhat limited in scope and vision. And so with an eye to the future we present a small list of potential uses and a plea that we all broaden, rather than tighten, our imagination. Continue reading Gird Your Loins

Where have they disappeared?

Aman Kachroo is not the first teen to die of ragging. But there is one curious first: this time the death has not led to any ‘public debate’.

This time the defenders of ragging are silent. Who knows, maybe some of them have changed their views and are now lighting candles at Jantar Mantar. There are no TV debates calling ragging fun. This time no one is arguing that a murder case should not be used to defame the socially productive ‘tradition’ of ragging. This time nobody is asking how boys will become men unless they are ragged, and nobody is calling the victims sissies.

What has changed? Continue reading Where have they disappeared?