The Epitome of Feminism!

India the cradle of human civilization, the country of mystic and spices, is also the country of myths and more myths. . Myths, legends, and folk tales is how we transfer our culture and value to the next generations and India has a myth for every moment in life 🙂 These myths as unscientific as they may be, are at the core of Indian culture. They ground us, and ensure we stay true to our uniqueness. India is an oxymoron. We have MOM who sends a satellite to Mars and then we have the MoM who continues to follow centuries-old myths. One such unique myth that brings forward the blend of a woman’s sensuality and strength is Karwachauth

Karwachauth –  simply explained is the Indian festival of absolute fasting by a wife for the long and healthy life of her husband. In ancient India, girls got married at a very young age, there was no time to enjoy childhood or flaunt the youth, so where does one go when one misses their family; you find a fellow sister and share your thoughts. Soon this became a day when the women in the village congregated in one place and celebrated each other through prayer and worship. They fasted for their husbands not because they were submissive, but more because the myth of Savitri and Sati has taught them the power of a wife’s faith. A faith so strong that it defies the Gods themselves. A faith that teaches them to believe in their strength and become the strength of their husbands. They celebrated the strength of womanhood and gifted each other trinkets to remind each other that there is always a friend somewhere. If this is not feminism at its best, then I don’t know what is. It’s ancient India’s modern Lean In movement.

It’s all about perspectives.

Modern India calls it being servile and submitting to a regressive culture where the wife is nothing but a thing of beauty. I respectfully disagree with all my fellow feminists who feel this way. India is one of the few countries that celebrates women’s power and if that power comes with curves and glamor, more power to the women of India for they know how to ride a bicycle wearing a saree.

I fast, because not everything in life is about equality and men bashing. Men put a smile on our faces too, they just don’t fast. I am sure you have heard the age-old adage, way to a man’s heart is through his stomach 😉

Karwachauth is about a wife’s faith. The wife, who knows that she is the foundation of her home. The wife who knows that fasting is just one more way to continue to make her will power stronger. It’s about the wife who doesn’t care about being labeled, the wife who is only interested in the continued companionship and love in her life. 

Karwachauth – it is about celebrating womanhood and sisterhood. It is about celebrating all women and reminding ourselves of how remarkable we are.

Karwachauth, It’s the epitome of feminism. 

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The epitome of Feminism!

India the cradle of human civilization, the country of mystic and spices, is also the country of myths and more myths. . Myths, legends, and folk tales is how we transfer our culture and value to the next generations and India has a myth for every moment in life 🙂 These myths as unscientific as they may be, are at the core of Indian culture. They ground us, and ensure we stay true to our uniqueness. India is an oxymoron. We have MOM who sends a satellite to Mars and then we have the MoM who continues to follow centuries-old myths. One such unique myth that brings forward the blend of a woman’s sensuality and strength is Karwachauth

Karwachauth –  simply explained is the Indian festival of absolute fasting by a wife for the long and healthy life of her husband. In ancient India, girls got married at a very young age, there was no time to enjoy childhood or flaunt the youth, so where does one go when one misses their family; you find a fellow sister and share your thoughts. Soon this became a day when the women in the village congregated in one place and celebrated each other through prayer and worship. They fasted for their husbands not because they were submissive, but more because the myth of Savitri and Sati has taught them the power of a wife’s faith. A faith so strong that it defies the Gods themselves. A faith that teaches them to believe in their strength and become the strength of their husbands. They celebrated the strength of womanhood and gifted each other trinkets to remind each other that there is always a friend somewhere. If this is not feminism at its best, then I don’t know what is. It’s ancient India’s modern Lean In movement.

It’s all about perspectives.

Modern India calls it being servile and submitting to a regressive culture where the wife is nothing but a thing of beauty. I respectfully disagree with all my fellow feminists who feel this way. India is one of the few countries that celebrates women’s power and if that power comes with curves and glamor, more power to the women of India for they know how to ride a bicycle wearing a saree.

I fast, because not everything in life is about equality and men bashing. Men put a smile on our faces too, they just don’t fast. I am sure you have heard the age-old adage, way to a man’s heart is through his stomach 😉

Karwachauth is about a wife’s faith. The wife, who knows that she is the foundation of her home. The wife who knows that fasting is just one more way to continue to make her will power stronger. It’s about the wife who doesn’t care about being labeled, the wife who is only interested in the continued companionship and love in her life. 

Karwachauth – it is about celebrating womanhood and sisterhood. It is about celebrating all women and reminding ourselves of how remarkable we are.

Karwachauth, It’s the epitome of feminism. 

Karwachauth – It’s feminism at its best.

Karwa chauth –  simply explained is the Indian festival of absolute fasting by a wife for the long and healthy life of her husband.  There are stories and there are interpretations, but at the end of the day it is about a wife’s faith.

A day of celebration or regression to patriarchal India, it’s all about your perspective.

I am definitely not the God fearing kind of person. I believe in God, and I don’t think he punishes us for anything. So, yes I know that if I don’t fast, God is not going to punish me in any form, and yet I fast. Here’s why?

I fast because I love my husband. My faith teaches me to not fight everything in life. Somethings as illogical as they are, need to be done to keep the roots alive and the foundation strong.  I depend on a man, and he’s my husband, so if my faith teaches me that I have the power to increase his life span and keep him healthy, then why won’t I?

It is very sad that modernism and feminism questions the faith and belief of so many of us. We as women label each other as traditional and old fashioned. Why? What is old fashioned about keeping your roots alive?  There are many husbands and in-laws who don’t care about the festival and that’s okay too. It’s their choice. However, it is not okay to debase the faith of millions of women who fast on Karwachauth.

I fast because it’s a celebration of feminity.  On this day, I dig out the brightest of my sarees and the boldest of my jewelry and adorn in all the glamour. It’s a day when I celebrate my feminity. What’s wrong with that?

Again modern India calls it being servile and submitting to a regressive culture where the wife is nothing but a thing of beauty. I respectfully disagree with all my fellow feminists who feel this way. India is one of the few countries that celebrates women power and if that power comes with curves and glamor, more power to the women of India for they know how to ride a bicycle wearing a saree.

I fast, because not everything in life is about equality and men bashing. Men put a smile on our faces too, they just don’t fast. I am sure you have heard the age old adage, way to a man’s heart is through his stomach 😉

I fast because I am the typical woman who believes that I am the nurturer in my home and my husband is the provider. We are comfortable in our roles and have found our grounding. I don’t know if this makes me less of a feminist or more of a woman, all I know is that it’s a spectrum of two extremes and somewhere in between the spectrum of feminism to woman is a wife.

I have understood one thing, If I had been a career woman, the women in this world would have questioned my dedication to my family. When I was  a SAHM, the same women question my decision to be just a mom and today when I am mom trying to find my career, the same women question my decision to not choose a career with the best ROI…. do I care? I think I do, because it hurts. It hurts at many different levels when women refuse to acknowledge and celebrate each other.

However today’s post is about a wife’s faith. The wife who only cares about her family, the wife who doesn’t care about being labeled, the wife who is only interested in the continued companionship and love in her life. 

Karwachauth, it’s a celebration of a wife’s faith. It’s the epitome of feminism. 

He, She or Human?

Thirty 3rd graders on a field trip to Coyote Hills Regional Park, I was expecting hiking, tiredness with lots of giggles and laughter. Instead I came back in awe of the Ohlone Indians who understood, respected and explained the essence of womanhood so beautifully. A simple lesson learnt during the field trip gave birth to this blogpost. I look forward to your comments.

Let us go back into an era when urbanization was not a word, an era when we wandered and hunted for food, an era when we made our own houses, weaved our own baskets and lived harmoniously with The Earth. In this primitive era, the natives led a simple life governed by the simplistically complicated notion of the women being the Life Givers and men being the Life Takers.  Yes, the men went hunting, not because the women were  incapable but because their naive native minds could not understand how a woman that gives birth can take a life. So the task of taking lives, or hunting became a man’s job.  It was their belief that nature has made us as we are to keep the balance. Fast forward to the modern 2016, we have lost the meaning of feminism. Feminism in the modern world questions the very essence of womanhood.

What is womanhood?
What makes us a woman? Is it our physical bodies that the media is so fixated upon? No of course not. We are more than the big breasts and curvy figures that characterize the beauty of womanhood by the world. We nurture and that is our identity. A woman brings order to chaos, a woman grounds the irrational and the woman anchors the astray. Modern feminism, says men and women are equal. Bar a few anatomical differences, women are identical to men and need identical treatment. In our fight for equality, we agree to become men. We give birth and yet we work hard to learn how to take life, in doing so , we tire ourselves and lose the very essence of our being. 

Do we need to label ourselves?
If we believe in the simple fact that every human being, irrespective of gender, race, caste, color, creed, sexual orientation, preferences are all equal, then do we really need to label ourselves? Shouldn’t we all make a conscious effort and become Humanist? If we can do that, then the need to be a feminist goes away, right? 

Feminism eludes the common woman.
2016 will go down in history as the year of learning and surprises. November 8th, 2016 the stage was set, the proverbial glass ceiling was about to be broken. We were so close and yet so far. What happened? How did 44% of the women vote for a demagogue who judged, ridiculed and mocked woman of every shape and color? How did this happen in an era where women are leaning in on each other for support and getting stronger? It happened because only the elite are leaning in. The average Jill has no one to lean on.  She is the cleaner, the cook, the average day care teacher, the bus driver who gets paid hourly and does not see the might powerful woman helping her.  How does one build a feminist movement that appeals to the underpaid and unappreciated? 

Accepting the differences will help bridge the gap.
Modern feminism talks about reversing gender roles and ignoring the simple fact that men and women are made differently. We cry for different reasons, we laugh at different reasons, we eat differently, we analyze differently and we love differently. They why are we the women forcing every woman on this planet to believe that yes, there is no difference and if there are differences, it is only because we were raised to think so. Really?  Nothing can be more illogical. When a dad refuses to change a diaper, we scorn. When a woman refuses to learn to cook so she can feed herself, we say it’s okay. She is allowed not to cook. Isn’t being able to feed oneself a more primal need than wanting to change a diaper? The sooner we accept that men and women are different, we have different styles that compliment each other, the need to scream “war” goes away. 

A woman is her own worst enemy.
Most successful women will tell you stories about that one woman at work who created roadblocks for her. It was her male boss who helped her step over the roadblocks and onto the road to success. Yes, we are more judgmental of our own kind.  If every successful woman in the corporate workforce willingly agrees to hold the hand of the “average Jill” and bring her at par, inequality would disappear. We need to stop screaming and actually start to lean in on each other. And I am not talking about leaning in on your own kind, but lean in on those who are not your peers. Lean in to those who don’t have a ladder. 

I find myself to be a part of the group that is annoyed at the noise of feminism. Feminism is about promoting the dreams, aspirations and well being of a woman. Modern feminism today is an ideology of the elite, and I am struggling to identify with it. Do I want equality? YES! I DO.. I want equality for my daughter and the million of daughters in this world. I want equality because every human deserves the same opportunity. Do I think it is possible? Yes, it is but it’s an elephantine task. It’s going to need rewriting the history textbooks so they include the Suffragette movement, It is going to need rewriting the science textbooks, so they include Mary Anderson alongside Tesla.

Rewriting history is never a good idea, a better way albeit expensive, would be to abolish the old textbooks and give the kids new books. New books that echo the modern world and its philosophies.

New books that teach kids how to respect the “Human” being and not the woman or man.

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