Kartikey Sehgal
A woman, who breathes in and out the concepts of feminism and equality, is unable to apply them in real life. Interestingly, we don’t question the ideal; we just want to hear the sob story.
Meena Kandasamy, in her article in Outlook dated March 19, 2012 (I Singe The Body Electric), gives an account of the abuse and torture she faced at the hands of her lover, who beat her, whipped her, forced her to perform fellatio, among other atrocities. She …
Kartikey Sehgal
Shows like Dadagiri make me wonder why nudity is banned in Indian cinema halls.
The image of a naked woman clasping a naked man under a satin sheet of a colour opposite to that of the bodies is less likely to make you violent than the image of a television crew member asking a contestant to get his sister so that he can rape her.
The host of this show is a skimpily clad girl with a whip in her hand who fights with one of the contestants and they talk in obscenities. The girl slaps the contestant and he slaps her back. This irks ‘the man’, the archetype of the modern muscular youth, whose latent sexuality is awakened by the slaps and who decides to express his self in generous physical and verbal abuses.