Charter of the Social Heretic

My Dear, Paragons of the Virtuous, Believers and the Faithful, 

I have reasons to believe that my uncontrollable atrocities, day in & day out, committed against the “Sacred Testament of SANE (Socially Acceptable Norms & Etiquttes)” are becoming painstakingly unbearable. Many of the well wishers have undertaken this colossal holy charge upon themselves to repudiate this evil out of my brain.

Being mindful of the far and few silently commending my misdeeds, who have warned me, warily, about the wraths of the self righteous that I invite upon myself, I have decided finally make some amends. 

I do solemnly admit to have sinned against my unadulterated knowledge by making myself cognizant of vile words like murder, rape (marital, gang and otherwise), prostitution, child molestation, eve-teasing, female infanticide, and others that were supposed to be kept hushed up even in the most desperate times. 

I have sullied my puritan education by talking and listening to transgenders and prostitutes, not to mention, I have never failed to make mention of these crimes unabashedly. I do apologize your graces for this blasphemy and beseech you to look kindly upon my un-lady like acts! 

It will be plain stupid of me not to apologize for my sailor’s worth of vocabulary that I make use of so very often. I know it makes you jump wretchedly in your seats to hear such words so bluntly out of the mouth of a socialite. Yes, it matters not where and when and for whom these curses fly out of my big mouth. It also doesn’t matter that these are uttered for the lack of any better word or adjective to qualify these acts and persons.  

Never mind it when you say it out of mere jest (read habit) to your fathers and brothers and peers! Surely it is a sign of a worldly man to talk about (the private parts of) other’s mothers and sisters in every second sentence. And the nobles have been severely wronged when I have publicly humiliated myself in making use of these words for the criminals of the aforementioned crimes (rape, murder, eve-teasing and so on). If only words could be called back and my tongue could be bridled! 

I understand that it’s very difficult for you to reconcile your modestly tamed self with the fact that my parents did a poor ass job in bringing me up. May be I was dropped a lot as a kid to have resulted in this misshapen atrophied taint on the ideal traits of womanhood! Yes, I was never taught to believe that whatever elders say is set in stone. My parents were misguided and deluded enough to instill in me this distressing habit to question almost everything under the sky and every matter that is swept underneath that ruddy over used carpet enjoyed grandly by our Ghairat Brigade! Please feel free to pray for my poor angels exhausting the divine resources in jotting down my repeated and relentless sins of originality! 

I am sorry for your ignorance or your blindsided approach for the problems too crude for your fancy drawing room discussions. I am human enough to focus on the things that lie outside the spheres of decency and morality. Yes I debate about the legal issues consisting of topics that should never concern a plain woman as me; like virtues of veil, a woman’s right to divorce, or the dowry, or haq mahar. I should confine my thoughts towards my utter submission and subjugation to my husband. My thoughts should be confined solely to the better devotion and dedication to my household affairs only!

Yes, your worst fears are rightly founded. I am credulous enough to believe that a woman’s place is much beyond that of the kitchen and the bedroom! I believe that a woman should earn a degree at par with her male counter parts, and should have the right to earn a respectful livelihood. I should also apologize for thinking that it should be a woman’s free choice and option to decide when to bear children, if any.  May the misogynist deliver my delusional state to better guidance! I have much to apologize for. 

Nowadays, it seems I have become totally unleashed over social media. I am sorry that I earned and paid for my own laptop and I afford my own internet service. It is also unforgivable that I manage my own blog, twitter and Face book pages. These outlets have become my weapon of choice for mocking and slaying the Sacred Testament of SANE (Socially Acceptable Norms & Etiquttes). For this, I rightly deserve the atonement that is dished out in my favor by those afflicted by my unholy ideas and words. 

I should also apologize for my audacity to declare that if you do not like what I post; u may simply block me; instead of going on and on about my mental and sexual health. Also I have led you to assume, discuss and debate the cause of all this mental illness. For instance, how I have been jilted and ditched by a poster boy. I have also given you reasons to believe that I am utterly unhappy, unsatisfied and frustrated in my life and I am in need of some good and persistent banging to put some sense into my ever so dense mind. I am sorry I have been dim-witted to decline your much offered services for the same. I apologize for putting severe blows to your egos and adding fuel to fire in this rumor factory of yours that is being run under the Sacred Testament of SANE for the moral benefit of the general masses! I totally understand that I have asked for it by my own words and attitudes and you are merely acting upon my own crafted witchery and stipulation. I am deserving of all this and I called out for it and I should apologize for the tarnishing of your saintly cleansed beings by my nuisance. 

Last but not in the least, there is the self appointed clergy who is dying of grief over the sorry state of affairs of my soul. I am sorry I haven’t begged you enough that please for the love of god; do not try to save my soul from the utter damnation that is doomed to. It was born an abomination and hence, so shall it fare in the Hades! I am sorry for not letting you earn your 72 heavenly virgins by letting you baptize my devil’s spawn soul that insists and fights against its own salvation! 

But in the end; you must excuse my unholy emancipation when I say that I am not at all sorry for any of the things above; never was, and never will be!  

I would also like to take this opportunity to bring to your knowledge that, fortunately I was mal-designed in the mind and thinking; and it will take more than this to bring my distasteful attitude a notch or more down! 

Also, I am beghairat enough to admit that my performance and forbearance is forever positively affected by all the “love” that you tirelessly and incessantly bestow upon me. 

Lastly, I affirm you that I have avowed afresh my commitment to my very own brand of sacrilegious profanity that I so blatantly pursue. 

Yours humbly, and truly (read unapologetic), 

The accursed denouncer of the Sacred Testament of SANE (Socially Acceptable Norms & Etiquttes)

And I remain at heart a devout, 

Social Heretic

--Scarlett

The Sins Of Originality

It starts even before when one is in the crib. The incumbent is expected to give a knee jerk to the human incubator when someone from the outside cajoles it. And if it doesn’t do so, out of it’s own sweet nonchalant will, the incubator is thought to be imperfect. Such patterns chase us all through our life.

A wayward child is made to sit silent and behave like a grown up. To be seated properly is a sign of a civilized upbringing and congrats to the parents for bringing up such a well-behaved child. Is a child supposed to act like a child? Or a grown up? Is it not denying the child the right to be true to his impish impulsive childish cravings?? And what is being proved by succumbing a child’s will to the “right & proper” will of his parents? A thumbs up celebration for the grownups for doing the job right, who have no other accolades under their belts except the conquering of the child’s mannerisms?

It is nothing except our fear of originality.

There is no greater tolerance, then to accept and embrace originality of the other without trying to tame it or mould it or conform it or amend it or correct it or alter it in any other form then it actually is. Because that is the denial of that person’s being. But that desired level of tolerance comes from the ability to accept, which in turn is derived by the strength of mind and character and hence rarely found?

Why is it so hard for us to accept the eccentricities of any person? Why do we have to evaluate a person’s originality? Why do we have to question the sanity of any man who tries to question the set patterns of beliefs? Isn’t this originality, the very essence of that person’s being, something that defines that person and makes him stand apart from others?

Isn’t the diversity of life forms the very beauty of mankind?

From the very tender ages we tame our little ones to become conformists. We cage their thoughts and provide limits to their minds. We teach them to walk; but not to run. We teach them to talk; but not to listen. We teach them to think, but never to imagine.

This adamant adherence to the status quo has become maddeningly suffocating for some selected few, those who have risen above the surface of conventionality, broken the boundaries and defied the limits. They are the ones who have chosen to think and imagine outside the box. They have dared to step outside the boundary, and looked inwards and thought, “What if”? They are the ones who have conceived the notion of, “Why Not”?

And what are the rewards for them, for those who have dared.
Social ostracism.
Character assassination.
Evaluations of moral standards.
Consistent “sincere” advices to return to the voice and reason of orthodoxy, insane though it might seem to the “Original” being.

ye kahaan ki dostee hai ke bane hain dost naaseh
koee chaarasaaz hota, koee ghamgusaar hota

[What kind of friendship is this, that friends are now advisers
Someone should ease my pain, someone sympathize with me]

And what is that original thinker forced to bear in a society full of traditionalists? He has to live a life analogous to the struggle and pain of a mountain climber. He is forced to appease the outer world and deny his own inner self the right to exhibit itself in its truest form. He is reduced to a pretension of respect for the bylaws and standards that he neither understands nor does he agree with.


He has to fight, and convince, and argue, and debate, and justify himself for being the way he is.
He has to ultimately apologize for acting the only way he knows how.
He ends up being sorry for not being anything other than what he truly is; an Original.

Such individuals live a life of continuous confrontation, starting from their personal lives at home, from their parents, to siblings, extending eventually to their spouse and kids (if they ever have one).

Socially, people either indulge them for the sake of little amusement and entertainment at the cost of their time and energy. Or people simply find them a social nuisance, they snub them and try and tame them.

People find it their moral obligation to probe into the individual’s life style and mind and question it and judge its propriety according to their own standards which by virtue of being widely accepted automatically are sanctioned as standard and approved as the higher, better and the correct way to act and speak and think.

The originals remain misinterpreted and misunderstood and ultimately live in an insulated isolation within themselves. Even those who claim to love the originals, are not much happy deep down so much so that they are actually ashamed of being associated with a social outcast. They fall in love with an illusion, an image, an ideal. To them the eccentricities are part of the charm that allures them to the Original. They temporarily become a pseudo-original whilst in valence of the Original. For them the Original is what they had always aspired to be (the rule-breaker), but could never be materialized. Secretly, they themselves yearn to be an Original, and it is this fascination that pulls them to the Original. That some way, somehow, some of the originality streak may brush off on to them. They long to draw some of the Original’s charismatic energy into their own worn out hearts and win some battles of their own.

But of course, it is all that they only think there is to it. Their mysticism of the Original is misconstrued for love. A vastly misplaced emotion which remains unreturned and unrewarded because the Original is too busy sorting out his own messed up life and priorities! Invariably, this high wave of so-called-Love quells down soon enough when confronted with the harsh realities of life and society which is in perpetual ailment of the incurable conformist mediocrity!

The Lover who was once enchanted by the lengthy diatribes of idealistic utopian thoughts is disappointed by the Original’s fall from grace, from the high pedestal where he had once placed his Demi-god. The irony strikes when the lover starts to mould the Original and tries to customize the Original according to his own wishes. In his own way, he is trying to “raise” the object of his affections in the worldly view; naïve as love is. Alas, the Original, doesn’t require the satisfaction of acceptance and certification of sanity from society. He is long past the need for that security! He holds a world within himself where he issues all warrants & licenses. The Original is therefore, nature bound to repeal the corrective, preventive, submissive, oppressive and regulatory advances of the good-intentioned lover.

The Original necessitates only to be heard and to be accepted as he is, not-impure; and to be loved and understood as an Original.

There is no guessing what the end to this Love-Triangle is!

The Original is forced to pay by bearing the pain of being a stranger to the one person whom he wanted to rely on without the fear of being rejected for being original. The price is to live with the loneliness while being in the arms of love which is doubly painful, as he is never understood or respected for what he actually is. He is punished to hide away his true self not only from the world, but from his own self as well. A sheer disrespect of life’s diversity!

 It’s a gross denial of existence. . ah, the sins originality. . .

--Scarlett