John Locke keeps saying that throughout L.O.S.T. And with such fire in his eyes, it’d give anybody the creeps. It made me think he was psychotic! I guess I’d forgotten what it is like...
I don’t need to be told what I ‘can’ do. I can do without the usual morale-boosting, adrenaline-pumping “you can do it” routine, doesn’t penetrate the surface much. But that’s what you get more often than not (and it’s a good thing! It means people care for you).
Try telling me what I can’t do... that I’m incompetent, I’m not good enough; it sets off a wild fire through my nerves. In that one moment I’m no different from John Locke. I might not make it, but I’ll die trying.
I don’t want to launch a feminist diatribe on how girls grow up discriminated against or how we lose our identities amidst all the morbid generalisations, but if there’s anything that keeps women going it must be the seething frenzy set ablaze with every ‘ladki hai...’ and the laughter that follows the bitter mockery.
I maintain that I’m not a feminist. I’m an individualist. And laugh as much as you want at that, but imagine for yourself what it must have taken for an individualist to change her stance from almost- anti-feminist individualism to dangerously-bordering-on-feminism individualism...
