The conversation with my friend triggered me a lot of realities that how all gender is violence. How I am boxed in the strings of gender in every slant of life. How distressfully I am accustomed to being gendered for all actions of my life. Whether it is any political or social movement gender is the main contradictory for all growth.
Unconsciously the gender becomes the centre of all identities. Well, I acknowledge that in this man’s world we women lose our existence, as a woman, I am challenged by all my actions for my gender. As a person who wants to claim human rights to all human beings, or as a feminist when I fight for the equality of various gender… somewhere I feel I am boxing myself with the least identities of my existence. And it erases the other capabilities of my life as a living being in this world. Somewhere as an Activist to challenge the sociopolitical tragedies we enforce ourself with that movement, and our rest of the life will be fastened with it. Where it reduces the chances to explore the various credential growth of our presence.
When I interviewed two amazing feminist Activists based in Bangalore, well I was so fascinated and proud of their work. But it also made me feel so contrite for their life, where they have sacrificed their own selves for decades to empower the equality and justice which lead them to lose themselves. And I feel that leads many activists to forget the cognizance of their exploration. For many months, I have been silent for all the questions of the political movement of various human rights. Because it scares me to lose my own self.
When I was 18, I entered the activism field. In these five years, it has given me the strength to battle any social or political prejudice. It has also given me a language to opinionative. But also it has inclined many fears of my existence when I was forced to be the representation of the particular community. It fears me about how people over generalise of my statements and stories for thousands of others who have different experiences within the same journey. People fail to understand the subjectivity of those actions, which again leads to discriminate others stories. Well, I wanted to realise how to not to lose myself in this battle of activism.