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The bodies and lives of girls and women are 'supposed' to uphold the 'honor' of family, of society, through their sacrifice of their dreams, even their lives sometimes.
The bodies and lives of girls and women are ‘supposed’ to uphold the ‘honor’ of family, of society, through their sacrifice of their dreams, even their lives sometimes.
I lost my honor a long time back
Standing behind my mother in the crowded line
When I was touched for the first time
By a nice man who then gave me a popsicle
I lost my honor the second time
When I was slapped for coming home late
In front of my brother, younger by years
Who was just getting ready to leave for the night
I lost my honor the third time
When they threw my mother out of the house
Daughters don’t get shares in property they had said
As I rubbed my scared sleepy eyes
I lost my honor for the umpteenth time
When my mother in law could not lift her eyes
And she had to apologize to the roomful of guests
For her not so son’s not so fair bride
So what if I lose my honor again today
Touching your lips as you draw me closer
The world disappearing from my sight
as I lock my eyes with a complete stranger?
So what if I lost my honor again today
Walking the streets I shouldn’t walk.
Losing the layers that did me good
Bare. Myself. Vindicated at last.
Image source: Still from Hindi Drama Anamika, YouTube
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I watched a Tamil movie Kadaisi Vivasayi (The Last Farmer), recommended by my dad, on SonlyLiv, and many times over again since my first watch. If not for him, I’d have had no idea what I would have missed. What a piece of relevant and much needed art this movie is!
It is about an old farmer in a village (the only indigenous farmer left), who walks the path of trouble, quite unexpectedly, and tries to come out of it. I have tried my best to refrain from leaving spoilers, for I want the readers to certainly catch up on this masterpiece of director Manikandan (of Kakka Muttai fame).
The movie revolves around the farmer who goes about doing his everyday chores, sweeping his mud-house first thing in the morning, grazing the cows, etc and living a simple but contented life. He is happy doing his thing, until he invites trouble for himself out of the blue, primarily because he is illiterate and ignorant.