“I dress not to make sure that the society gets attracted to me”. A line written by a fellow of 19 years that touched me when I first came across the fact that attraction is just a law that was there when humans had no existence in this universe. It was there when the huge ‘Big Bang’ occurred. It is still there when a star gets engulfed by a ‘black hole’. Being attractive is not about ‘how well you dress’ or it doesn’t go with the person you roam with. It depends on how well you behave with your soul. And how well you behave with others.
The term ‘Same – Sex’
When I was a teenager, I never came across the fact that how bad it is to place the term ‘Same Sex’ before the persons who are believing in their choice. It was like a teasing word for me, like it is a teasing term for many teenagers of the present generation. A day will come when you will realise that how bad it feels.
Just picture the whole universe before you. How well you know the behaviour of the rocks or the behaviour of the planets in your galaxy? I still don’t know. ‘Same – sex’, ‘Gay’, ‘Lesbian’, ‘Transgender’, these are biological terms and when you speak before the society it is not the biology that you are speaking of, rather, it is the human beings you are representing.
The Indian society accepts this whole scenario as ‘an abnormal book’. Because the orthodox minds live by the belief that these topics should never be touched. How is it possible that a girl gets attracted to a girl or a boy towards a boy? The answer is very simple, if you have the guts to spit this before those minds. A plant gets attracted to a plant. Our hands meet together to applaud, and it is attraction. Do not believe that you are educated until you know that you are a man or a woman. You are educated when you face a human when you stare towards a mirror. Those mind will tell you to speak in a lower pitch, but it is not a sin. A human with penis/breasts got attracted to a human with penis/breasts. It was there when religious texts were first written but was pressed so hard that it lost his/her courage to rise.
“Love is a term that has no language or gender”. When I first trespassed the books of Nietzsche I came across this specific line. Nietzsche never accepted the religious bigotry which was imposed over love. He believed that, a particular gender cannot give the proper remark to love. We all went through the path of loving a person in our first glance. For boys, the former line generally adheres to a girl and vice – versa. But why the same boy and girl who were melting in love, utter the word ‘abnormal’ when they see a boy/girl sitting behind them getting attracted to a boy/girl or a male/female teacher, respectively? Why is your love normal and his/her love abnormal? If you can eat on the same table. If you can grasp education on the same desk. Why the difference, when love comes?
We scream for freedom when we are not allowed to speak (in case of politics, inequality etc). But do we even try to understand, freedom is not for a bunch of people when the question is on politics, religious or economic inequality. It is also when humanity becomes vulnerable. It is also when a person like Rituparno Ghosh has to face the sentence that “look how brave he is”? Why are we saying bravery in this category? He just loved a Person, he wanted to love. It is our shame that we are looking towards him as a person who is different from us, just because his choice was different. To be very naked, “We never tried to look towards him, by measuring his talent”.
Education comes after our choice, runs where we want it to run. When the society will rotate the key for your choice, it is a toy not a choice. Love is a choice. Not a toy.
My name is Kabir Deb. I was born in Haflong and completed my schooling from Kendriya Vidyalaya, Karimganj. After that completed my Graduation and Masters from Assam University, Assam. Poetry has been my passion and a hobby from my childhood. I look forward to change the society with the power of poetry. When the society is facing with many political and social conflicts I would like to show them that poetry can destroy even the most destructive force in the society as poetry knows how to create. My work has been published in ‘To be my Valentine’ edition of Hall of Poets.