The violence of laughter

The menfolk in our land clearly are without grace and indeed without a sense of humour. A solitary 'ha ha' moment need not take anything away from the gravity of the state of the Union message emanating from the high and mighty—unless the message was flawed. Flaws are always contested spaces amongst our argumentative countrymen, particularly where these are about our history. Of all the sad thoughts and words, saddest are, 'it might have been'. So, if Patel would have made a better leader than Nehru, today will not change one bit. We inherit the good with the bad. We catch the baton of the previous relay and take it forward. That is the way the race will be run. No one can grab the winner's baton unless the race is fixed. But this is about the verbal violence unleashed after the feminine cackle that 'mocked' the solemn and serious address to the nation. The faithful must retaliate.

Demonesses, in this land of sadhus and saints, have proliferated in the public spaces causing fear and fright even to the 'Z-plus' guarded rulers. As much as women drinking beer worries one worthy to no end, the cackle of another infuriates the menfolk of the ruling majority and their followers. The 'Khaps', not to be left out, threatened that they will stop producing girls in case the judiciary insisted on enforcing foreign freedoms like the right to marry anyone of their heart's desire. And these Khaps have to be taken seriously for they can do anything from mere ostracisation to mortal bodily harm. The state governments, as in the past, are likely to be mute spectators if not active supporters as these Khaps can mobilise a few thousand votes, for or against with one commandment to their herds.

In the battle of sexes, women are the stronger of the two and men have always been afraid of their power. Our mythology has numerous stories of their sway and destructive power, either with a smile or laughter as their weapons. Goddess Durga is the destroyer of evil and slayed Mahishasura with a screeching laugh, and so is Ma Kali, the darker alter-ego of Durga, whose absolute wrath destroyed Raktabeej. Our tradition also refers to women, as vessels of Shakti, and acknowledges women as having both creative and destructive power but always used accompanied with a sound akin to derisive laughter that would instil fear in the hearts of the male enemy. Aristotle too, felt that women's voices were proof of their wickedness. The very sound of their voices, it was believed, could sink the state. That belief of the ancient philosopher seems to be the cause of the trouble for the author of the laughter that infuriated the mighty of our land. Surely, this must rank as a psychosis of the male rulers, yet, 'sanskari' codes have been spelt out over centuries. Violations are at the peril of death.

According to many, we live in a post-truth world and rhetoric is supreme, facts regardless. Incredulity needs to take other forms apart from derision. In this land of diversity, we are united by patriarchy in every form possible and always in evidence, from being allowed to be born to being allowed to live. The conspiracies of patriarchy are aplenty, but this one of deriding feminine laughter, albeit a mocking one, must be amongst the flimsiest in adding a false layer of the many glass ceilings that confines the gender to sub-human levels. Mankind, though, better beware, a Draupadi's moment of mirth can still bring a whole kingdom to perish.