My main mood is cranky while I'm sometimes all happy and excited and talkative. And it's a pity when people meet me during my off days and think I'm this person who is super excited to be alive. But they, at some point, meet me when I'm in my usual mood. Their natural reaction is to say I've changed and ask me what's wrong. But they refuse to accept that I am cranky 90% of my life. And then they tell me to go back to being the person they know. They refuse to accept that I don't have a choice in the matter. Explaining it to them is of no use because the conversation keeps going in circles. And also because, if my behavior causes no harm to me or anyone else, I don't see why I need to explain myself to anyone. It makes no sense that we search for happiness with such passion. But while chasing after happiness, we often forget that the opposite of happiness isn't sadness. And that not being happy (outwardly happy, that is) isn't a bad thing. Because when I'm ignoring humans, not saying much or not showing interest in conversation, I am still happy... in my own way.
Monday, March 21, 2016
*Includes Every Day spoilers*
Every Day by David Levithan was in my ebooks folder for quite a while but I just couldn’t find any interest. I loved all Levithan books I’ve read; Boy Meets Boy, The Lover’s Dictionary etc. For some reason Every Day just didn't grab my attention. But for some reason I started reading it. I think this was mostly because I saw a quote from it on Tumblr and wondered why I wasn’t reading a book with such beautiful words. So I read it and of course, I love it.
Every Day is a story about A. A wakes up in a different body everyday. Today A is a Chinese girl living in America and tomorrow A is a metalhead. Since this has been happening since birth, A is now used to the whole deal. By assessing the memories attached to the body, A can be that person for the day.
Then A falls in love with Rhiannon and things get complicated.
"This is hard for me.
I have gotten so used to what I am, and how my life works.
I never want to stay. I’m always ready to leave.
But not tonight.
Tonight I’m haunted by the fact that tomorrow he’ll be here and I won’t be.
I want to stay.
I pray to stay.
I close my eyes and wish to stay."
I don’t really do book reviews so this won’t be one. But this is about the book or a certain aspect of it. When A falls in love with Rhiannon, A does their best to be with her. However, being in a different body everyday complicates things. And so we realize a human flaw that we all have.
I’m a female in a female body. There have been moments when I’ve felt very boyish (mostly due to stereotypes) but in general, I identify as a female. I also grew up being told that opposites attract. This wasn't just about the loud liking the quiet or dark liking the fair. It meant that females were attracted to males and males were attracted to females.
It’s simple, isn’t it? And as a kid, it’s easy to believe in this. Cinderella or Snow White or any of the other princesses didn’t have women rescuing them. Prince Charming was a man. The women ultimately fell in love with men. And the men fell in love with women. Romeo and Juliet. Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet. Nala and Simba. Man and woman. Woman and man.
But then we grow up and we see that love isn’t so simple. We see that men don’t always fall in love with women and that women don’t always fall in love with men. And so we learn that love is complicated. But that love is also so freeing.
“desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don’t understand why it’s so hard, when it’s so obvious...
One of the protestor’s signs catches my eye. HOMOSEXUALITY IS THE DEVIL’S WORK, it says. And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn’t make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.”
One of the biggest (and silliest) arguments against homosexuality is that it’s against religion. It’s the devil’s work. But then… Why do we love someone? How is it that people who claim their religions speak of the importance of love somehow cannot grasp the idea that love isn't a choice and more importantly, that love is so much more than attraction towards a body.
We claim we love the person, the individual, and yet, if the person changed sex, would we still love them? Aren’t we wired to be attracted to the sex too? If I’m attracted to a person, am I not, in someway, attracted to that person because they are of a particular sex?
"“If I woke up in a different body every day—if you never knew what I was going to look like tomorrow—would you still love me?”
She doesn’t miss a beat, or even act like the question is strange. “Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.”
“Likewise,” I tell her.
It’s so easy to say, because it never has to be true"
Let’s be honest for a moment.
Say there’s a boy I like/love. Will I love him(/her), if tomorrow, (s)he is a girl? Will I love him, if tomorrow, he’s obese? Will I love him, if tomorrow, he refuses to bathe and dresses in rags? Would I love all these various versions of one person? And I may think now, yes, I will still love him but am I not saying this because I know it will never happen?
And so for all our talk about loving people and not their bodies or appearance, don’t we still define their ‘self’ within their bodies or appearance? Don’t we still love them because they are male or tall or beautiful?
“What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such a small measure of time contain such enormity? I suddenly realize why people believe in déjà vu, why people believe they've lived past lives, because there is no way the years I've spent on this earth could possibly encapsulate what I'm feeling. The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations—all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In you heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are now just arriving at the place you were always meant to be.”
I mayn't have ever been 'in love.' I haven't looked at someone and known that they love me just as much as I love them. So I mayn't be the best person to write about love. But here's what I think.
Love is often described as this thing with no boundaries. Love cannot be contained. And yet, haven't we imprisoned it? Haven't we brainwashed it so we only love people who meet our requirements? Don't we only cling on to the love that is 'right' to us; right according to our beliefs, right according to society?
People say that love conquers all but maybe we have managed to conquer love.
Monday, March 14, 2016
What Your Schools Didn’t Teach You is the title of an opinion-piece by Thisuri Wanniarachchi, published in Colombo Telegraph. The article was liked by some and disliked by others. There are a few issues with what Wanniarachchi writes. Not all of it is crap as most point out, but the article seems lazy, in my opinion.
School is where most of my memories are. When I am older, these will be the memories I remember the most. I love the university I attend and I love the degree I follow. I also love my job and all the people I meet and know. But there’s something much more special about childhood and school. Both schools I attended are places I love and feel a connection to when I pass by.
And now here you are, ignorantly being a total misogynistic a******.
I agree with you on how none of us are taught the meaning of the term misogyny. I certainly didn’t know what the word meant until it started appearing everywhere. And I also accept that the matches do give boys the platform to be aggressive. I remember an incident where some boys grabbed a book I had with me and threatened to not return it if we didn’t give them the flag in our van. Such behavior isn’t right. But this doesn’t mean you can or should blame all people involved in the matches.
You can’t and shouldn’t generalize such behavior. You can't forgive and forget either but you need to accept that not everything is connected to misogyny. Not everything is about males versus females. Sometimes we forget that male or female, we are just humans. Girls can be aggressive too. Girls can be vicious and hateful too. I went to an all girls school and trust me, drama between girls went beyond silent treatment or kicking people out of your group.
And so we all need to be taught about aggression and how to treat people. We all need to be taught about rape and abuse. We all, male or female, need to be taught about boundaries.
3. They never pointed out the severe levels of transphobia you suffer from; that you feel the need to parade it.
I don’t particularly like this culture of cross dressing in order to make fun of the opposite sex. But sometimes it’s not for such intentions and it has no such impacts.
It is true, however, that homophobia and transphobia are serious problems that need to be solved in this country and this world. It was easy for you to draw comparisons between Sri Lankan and American culture when talking about schools versus universities. But you forget that America continues to battle fear, hatred and violence in connection to one’s ethnicity or sexuality.
This doesn’t make it okay for Sri Lankans to use words like faggot or spread or parade their transphobic attitudes. We need to change the system. But what are we actually doing about it? What are you doing about it?
4. They forgot to teach you that racism is your own insecurity.
We sure love to talk about Sinhale and Sinhala-Buddhism. All these Sinhala-Buddhist schools spreading racism need to be done away with. But we don’t look at the other schools that are armed with ethnicity.
I attended a Christian school and if I’m to be completely honest, there were times when you felt different. Non-Christians were never forced to do anything. Even when it came to blessings for exams, we were never forced to get the Father’s blessings. But there was a chapel in school. Christianity surrounded us.
Even today, there are people who change their religion to Christianity or Islam because of marriage.
Then why is it only right to talk about Sinhale? Why do we only talk about Sinhala-Buddhism?
I don’t think any school should have a religion. This applies to Sinhala-Buddhist schools like Ananda College or Musaeus College just as much as it applies to S. Thomas’ College, Zahira College or Hindu College. We need a change in the system but maybe we ask for this change for the wrong reasons and maybe we keep demanding this change by making all the wrong arguments.
5. Science and maths aren’t the only good subjects
Sri Lankans tend to be of the opinion that if you don’t study science or maths, you just aren’t smart enough. I remember my O/L maths teacher asking me why I wasn’t studying maths for A/Ls. I remember an aunt asking me why I wasn’t doing science or at least commerce for A/Ls.
Science, maths, accounting and economics are good and interesting subjects. But so is history, art, music or literature. Not everyone can be a doctor, lawyer or engineer. But not everyone can be an artist, singer or writer either.
It’s important that we are taught this in school. It’s important that we are shown that writing isn’t just a hobby and that it shouldn’t be. Career guidance sessions once a week during the year after O/Ls was perhaps my favorite time of the week. We learned so much about ourselves and I think this helped us understand what we wanted to be in life. Career guidance should be a must in schools. Kids shouldn't be choosing their A/L subjects or university courses without any sort of guidance.
6. No one is less important. No school is less important
Colombo school culture is interesting and has its many issues. This could be a huge misinterpretation but there is a sense of what schools are posh/good and what aren’t. I find it awfully funny that some people think more of me when they find out which school I attended.
We may have done away with the caste system in Sri Lanka but the class system still controls us. This can be seen in the way there is a wall separating Colombo school kids from others. This can be seen in the way parents try so hard to get their kids into Colombo schools.
Just as much as it’s important to talk about equality between the sexes, we need to also recognize and accept that social stratification can be based on so many other factors; class, ethnicity etc. We are still held back by what school someone attends or how much money they have.
I remember our principal telling us about an incident where a boy had asked her why students from our school were wearing rubber slippers to a match. She said she told him that that showed how much respect those girls had for the boy’s school. And in a way, it’s true, isn’t it? I respect my school and so I will never walk into school in dirty clothes or rubber slippers. It all depends, of course, on how we define respect and what behavior we think is acceptable.
Respect is a very important thing. And it’s important that schools teach students about respect. This could be respect towards elders, respect towards rules or institutions. But it is also respect towards each other. If we respect people and their rights and freedoms, there would be no catcalling or harassment or abuse.
Respect is also what makes someone choose to respond to Wanniarachchi’s article in a well-worded and sensible way or post comments similar to these:
“First of all I just wanted to tell you that I am gonna change my name some how cos I assume it as a crap of having *This* part in both of our names. Give me sometimes I will change it. And I secondly I am gonna tell you that I used to love bridget a lot untill 5 minutes ago and you just came here with this holy #*%(# #*%*@ article and ruined it”
- Thisara Jayasinghe
“Are you trying to bring in the sick western feminazism into Sri Lanka. You need to get your head checked..
“to disrespect/ disregard an individual’s physical boundaries and space by non-consensually entering it” is literally the definition of rape.” I’d hate to travel in public transport with you. or should I say rape you in public transport.. in fact walking down any street in Colombo would get you “rapped”..
You need help.. may a be man with a good spine in your life would do the trick…”
- Amal Iddawela
We learn much more that our ABCs or 123s during our 13 or so years in school. We learn about history and geography and biology and business studies. But we also learn about people and life. We learn about the good and bad. We learn about the world. It’s during our years in school that we form identities and start to look at ourselves as more than skin, flesh and bones; it’s when we start seeing ourselves as our beliefs, attitudes and actions.
Soon this article will be forgotten. It will be forgotten just as many other ‘bad’ articles have been. People will move on. But it's important that we don't forget the racism, sexism, transphobia and homophobia that surrounds us. It's important that we accept the faults in our education system and work towards fixing them. It's important that we create schools that teach students what they should be learning.