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India: March 8, 2042...

Wednesday 4 May 2016, by siawi3


Zubin Madon

Engineer, Atheist, Oilfield Trash

A Letter to My 18 Month Old on Women’s Day

Posted: 08/03/2015 01:19 GMT Updated: 07/05/2015 10:59 BST

My lil Pumpkin,

I know that your expansive vocabulary of three monosyllables is rather ill-equipped to absorb the crux of my correspondence. However, this being a day of some significance to you, I thought I’d pen down my hopes for your future and that of your kind. On the 8th of March 2042, you will be about as old as I am today. I hope for your sake, that you grow up to see a better world than the one we are in right now.

A world where crimes against women will provoke as much diabolical outrage in men, as insults to apocryphal Gods and caricature of medieval shamans do.

A world, wherein your morality is gauged by the depth of your convictions, and not by the length of your hemline. A world in which your sexuality is not fettered to some bronze-age idea of ’clan honour’.

A world in which the barbaric cultural practice of clitoral excision and all forms of Female Genital Mutilation would result in the perps facing the muzzled end of a firing squad.

A world where the sanctity of a cell-cluster does not supersede the sanctity of your life and your right to choose; yet, I hope at such a time we no longer terminate them for being of the "wrong" gender either.

I hope by then we have evolved as a nation, wherein our lawmakers criminalise marital rape with the same zeal as they are now criminalising innocuous victimless crimes such as blasphemy (IPC section 295A), beef steak and ’dance bars’.


I hope you can board the 09:01 Panvel local at Kurla station on a Monday morning, without being touched, groped or molested; carefree and at ease (if one can ever be "at ease" on a Mumbai local) like the rest of us male commuters on that train.

I hope you succumb to wanderlust as I have, travel far and wide - all by yourself - scale colossal Himalayan peaks and dive into the boundless depths of the seas, without having to look over your shoulder in trepidation of a lascivious stare from a predatory male.

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Treat all sacred scriptures with disdain, for they have nothing divine to say about you. Instead, I hope you pore over Mary Wollstonecraft and Ayaan Hirsi with the same avidity as you would a Rowling or a Tolkien (and then I hope you agree that Tolkien is the better one of the two epic writers ;) ).

I hope you turn out to be an atheist, a feminist and a wee bit of an anarchist, and find the temerity to publicly voice your acerbic opinion and scathing criticism of religion and patriarchy (and I hope after that, you have more friends left than I do).


I will outwardly refrain from projecting my own aspirations on you, but secretly want you to be an Olympic judoka (much to your mother’s chagrin). Though if you decide to take up ballet (like she wishes you would), I’d go along with that too. You may even follow me to the oilfield, cuss and spit on the rig-floor like the roughnecks, and yet retain the chic femininity to carry off those high heeled Jimmy Choo’s at the end of the hitch.

I hope one day, there is no vocation, no frontier off limits to the "fairer sex". Do not shackle yourself to gender centric paradigms of a hypocritical society; do not scuttle your dreams for ascendancy of your "natural role" (for want of a better euphemism) as a mother or a wife. Realise them in spite of it. You are an individual first; your aspirations take precedence over the edicts of a farcical social order.

On the 8th of March 2042, I hope you wake up to a world, wherein we no longer need a special day to remind half the human population, that they must treat the other half right.

No, there’s nothing for us to celebrate on this Women’s Day. For today is not that day. Today I can only apologise to you for the gross injustice that your gender has been subjected to, by the despicable androcentric ethos of my tribe.

Originally drafted for my upcoming blog on Atheist Republic.