''Women are marginalised in our society.Look at the way they are portrayed in advertisements.''
The voice of Radha teacher resonated all over the class,but not effective enough to block the drowsiness that was gradually engulfing me.A feminism class was in progress.The teacher was striving hard to drive some points home.
One hand shot up.
''Teacher,I have a question.''
''Shoot.''Teacher likes a grand question.You may expect such a nice gesture from this teacher,but the exact opposite happened.
She looked at him with wide,penetrating eyes,as if he is a Taliban terrorist.
Kiran,the smart ass who asked this question,did not wait for the consent of the teacher.In fact,it was so unlike him.
''Models came forward to act in such advertisements.If it is done with their own consent,what is the point in saying it is negative portrayal.They came forward to do such roles.Nobody pointed a gun at them and told them to wear those dresses. Recently, a national award winning actress claimed that she is not offered any glamour roles due to the national award glow.Another actress said in an interview that her thighs made her what she is.She was proud while saying it.''
He had such powerful idea bombs in his brain.He dropped those at will every now and then.Teaching feminism to Kiran was like entering Taliban territory with a Hindu name and no gun.
''They are forced by the patriarchal society to do so.If they wear descent dresses,our society will not notice.They also use too much make up to get noticed in society.''
''Teacher,is that why you apply this much make up.'' Another bombshell.I started to hate hate him.
When the bell rang,the teacher was near to tears.
''I will complaint this to the principal''.She stormed out of the class.
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