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कहते हैं कि पढ़ने लिखने से क्या होता है? मैं बताती हूं कि क्या होता है। एक पढ़ी लिखी स्त्री, अपनी पूर्वज के अंधविश्वास आधारित धर्म को बड़े गर्व के साथ तर्कों से पोषित करने लगती है। बुढ़िया अपने जमींदार के जूते सीधे करती थी, जवान औरत जमींदार के बगल में बैठकर साथ में मनुवाद के नारे लगा रही है। इससे ज्यादा और कितना स्त्री सशक्तिकरण आपको चाहिए? #मनुवाद #स्त्री_सशक्तिकरण #ब्राह्मणवाद #पितृसत्ता #InternalizedMisogyny

कहते हैं कि पढ़ने लिखने से क्या होता है? मैं बताती हूं कि क्या होता है। एक पढ़ी लिखी स्त्री, अपनी पूर्वज के अंधविश्वास आधारित धर्म को बड़े गर्व के साथ तर्कों से पोषित करने लगती है। बुढ़िया अपने जमींदार के जूते सीधे करती थी, जवान औरत जमींदार के बगल में बैठकर साथ में मनुवाद के नारे लगा रही है। इससे ज्यादा और कितना स्त्री सशक्तिकरण आपको चाहिए? #मनुवाद #स्त्री_सशक्तिकरण #ब्राह्मणवाद #पितृसत्ता #InternalizedMisogyny

Ramona Singh

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This week/month/year/ERA has been full of realisations. Lately, I realized I was bottling up even what I wanted to write. I wasn't saying what really I wanted to say, maybe because I feared that I wouldn't be able to say it the way I wanted to and if I really did, a thousand other people would be like, "same". Till this realisation, I was masking and encoding and covering up my mellow writing voice so that it doesn't sound like me. And one lesson I've learnt from practicing bottling up is that it seems like your bottle has a capacity, but it's actually a gas leak event. There are some other fears too eating my head from the back, but I hope that today or tomorrow or some other day, I'll open up the way I want to. Before it's too late to go back. AND DO YOU BELIEVE that I couldn't say what I wanted to say even in THIS ONE? It's internalized now. Shameful.

This week/month/year/ERA has been full of realisations. Lately, I realized I was bottling up even what I wanted to write. I wasn't saying what really I wanted to say, maybe because I feared that I wouldn't be able to say it the way I wanted to and if I really did, a thousand other people would be like, "same". Till this realisation, I was masking and encoding and covering up my mellow writing voice so that it doesn't sound like me. And one lesson I've learnt from practicing bottling up is that it seems like your bottle has a capacity, but it's actually a gas leak event. There are some other fears too eating my head from the back, but I hope that today or tomorrow or some other day, I'll open up the way I want to. Before it's too late to go back. AND DO YOU BELIEVE that I couldn't say what I wanted to say even in THIS ONE? It's internalized now. Shameful.