Showing posts with label toilet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toilet. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 December 2018

Anarchy or Evolution?

That is what the world has come to. There is sadly no 'one-answer-fit-all' response. The people who argue against the grain are smart people with intelligence quotients higher than the general public. 

Everyone is concerned only of his own self. There is an inner desire to live life to the fullest; enough of living under the pretence that something sacrosanct needed to be protected. If all this while they had cowed to societal pressures and suppressed their inner needs, it was the time that they let their hair down. They do as they please.

Over generations, through trials and error, regulations have been put in the system. Each sex had their gender roles. Each gender had their duties and expectations. It was not a perfect arrangement, but there was a semblance of order. The general public accepted it as necessary to continue our existence. 

Nothing does not offend anyone any more. This signage in 
an Italian B and B with an 'alien' in a coquettish pose is not 
acceptable by the LGBT Rights Association there.

Now, a section of the population has started questioning the status quo. These people do not want to be confined in boxes assigned to them. They find it difficult to tick their nature (or is Man's) assigned social expectations. They do not feel comfortable using gender allocated toilet facilities. Through no fault of theirs, they appear trapped in the wrong body, and they want out. They want to fight back. There is no more two sexes. There is a third, fourth, fifth and maybe more.

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It seems that there is no necessity to fill up the gender box anymore. The blurring of capability and roles of the sexes are more blurred than ever. Their voices are growing stronger by the day. Their contributions to society cannot be denied. They do not cause the wrath of the Almighty. They are here to stay whether we like it or not. If this would lead to anarchy as the traditionalists predict, it is up to us as thinking humans to accept this change, utilise it to our own benefit and help to steer civilisation towards a future that includes the people who are different and do not confirm. Our journey from the caves to the skyscrapers is rife with outliers who merely refuse to conform to the societal norm.

The first fearless caveman who dared to sit on the tree trunk floating by the river managed to reach on the other side to open the door of opportunities.


Thursday, 27 July 2017

The invisible people

Kakkoos (கக்கூஸ், Toilet; Tamil, 2015 Documentary)
Director: Divya Bharathi

It is a difficult film to watch. In fact, I had to skip watching many scenes of this documentary as it proved too graphic for me to stomach. But that is the very reason, the director, Divya Bharathi made this documentary. Divya, a member of the Leninist-Marxist party and a social worker, got the idea to put it in film after reading about a spate of deaths of sanitation workers in after toxic fumes inhalation.

We, of the middle and upper-middle class members of the society often forget the people in the fringe whose hard work assures us of having cushy and healthy lives. Without their deeds, the aesthetically pleasing white wash appearances of our cities would not stay that way.

Viewing this movie reminded me of my Professor in Parasitology told the class when some of us squirmed while preparing a slide from a stool specimen. He told us to respect the sample as it was essentially his 'bread and butter'!

Director interviewing a worker
Even though the Indian Laws are clear on sanitation, the rights of employees and the discrimination of people based on caste, the reality is far from what is inked in the Legislation. The Dalits are the little people who are seen but purposefully ignored by the society. They are left to do the menial, dirty and dangerous works that nobody dares to do. Social hurdles, lack of opportunities and lack of education trap them in the perpetual, cyclical and vicious cycle of poverty, melancholia and hopelessness. Their presence reminds us of our organic nature; a reminder that we are all just full of obnoxious gas and loads of toxic crap.

At the local level, in the municipality of Chennai, the workers interviewed in the flick seem to allege of being shortchanged by contractors appointed by the local government. The officials appear to put the cart before the wheel. They stinge on building modern facilities and are not worried about the loss of workers' health and lives as they handle night-soil without any protective gears. On top of that, privatisation of sanitation services in Chennai put the poor workers of the unscheduled at risk of being cheated by non-payments for services by unscrupulous employers. Invariably, these poor souls have neither safety nets nor avenues to state their grievances.

Even though the powers that be are gung ho in building modern toilets to prevent indiscriminate expulsion of human excrement, the level of civic consciousness among the general public is sorely missing. Even watching this documentary churns the stomach of the viewer, what more to the people who there cleaning these up surrounded by smell and sight of the offensive. This coming from one of the oldest civilisations with the oldest language in the world, nuclear capability and poised to be the biggest economy in the world is surprising, even laughable.

https://thereel.scroll.in/832273/toilet-ek-prem-katha-it-isnt-documentary-reveals-the-brutal-reality-of-manual-scavenging

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*