Who says that a girl is not given equal right at present? She is. She has been alloted seats in government positions, in the transport services; the list goes on. In the University's boy's hostels, she is allowed to enter whenever her mood orders-- quite ironical—a lad is thrown a piercing stare if he happens to be passing side the girl's camp, let alone tresspassing. And this helpless lad consoles himself that his forefathers had enjoyed the phallogocentric times and that it is the duty of the following generations to bear the burden. No wonder girls are speaking loud that they don't need any different facility than that given to boys—thanks.
'Dictatorship of the proletariat' termed Marx when theorizing the later stage of the conflict between the ruling and the working class. In new times, girls are 'cocca doodle do' ing— let me not say 'turning dictators'-- when it comes about puffing cigatettes. They need no pal when they will to light the tip of the CP-- thanks to the Women's Rights Movement of the 1920s. When I am in the Ganga Dhaba sipping a two-and-a-half rupee tea, they throw themselves on the seat my sideward and kill the germs of my nostrils by the larger-than-life nicotine puff. And I frisk sensing that i am going to be a minority species belonging to nowhere.
My heart leaps up seeing people fishing out condoms from the ATC (anytime condom) counter stationed inside the compounds of the University wherein I am recently enrolled."Liberalism"? I guess, this entire development is a lesson of postmodernism. Not only hierarchies are dismantled-- alongwith dismantled are the shame, reservation and hesitation. And this I suppose is a postmodernward walk. Fixations can not be stopped because they have never been, so precautions that knock your door are better accepted before you are eventually knocked off life. People seem to have understood it—and this is a yellow signal coming timesward.
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