Feminism & a Poem

A week back, I was walking on the road at Bangalore, It was a very usual busy day around 11 am in the morning. There was some work in progress to repair the platforms of the road. I noticed two women were hiding behind a name board. one among them was holding a kid and feeding him. The other was nearly old 50 years. I also noticed that a cradle near to them in a tree branch. I started observing them, for a while to know, why they were hiding behind?. After, hearing their conversation, i came to know that they were continuously working from the morning 6 am without getting leisure time to even feed their baby. when i come across this incident, i really felt very tired and depressed about our lack of social conscious in feminism and its activists.

I don’t know whether, i am capable of writing about feminism or not? because, i know very well that in my past, I am also a person who expressed male chauvinism in many part of my life. In family as well as work place i have exposed the same when i got a chance to do so. But, Later, i realized and felt shame on that. As the realization and correction of thoughts may be my qualification of writing this article.

The first feminist, i have seen in my life is my mother, in between the two male kids, she is always ensured the opportunities and rights for my sister. i was wondering about her perception about feminism and now realized that made my sister as a victorious women in all the way of her life. Also, that made me considering and changing my views on feminism.

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From my college days even, i am continuously participating in debates and other events related to feminism. i have conversed with lot of women activists in different fields. but, i am sure that most of them are not having a matured ideology about feminism and its contents. expect some of them, most of the so called activists are moderate themselves by pseudo-feminism, else they are into the exposure of sexual identifications or based on