The Feminist

The other day I met a feminist.

I did not know she was a feminist till her facile operation of oral functions blurted it out. Yes, in other words, she said so, in as many words, in her own words. From her own mouth. You wouldn't know a feminist if you walk past her on the road. Or the pavement. She would look like a human being. You cannot make out the difference, for want of an adequately informed-knowledge, or likeliness of being betrothed to an ignorance of variable dimensions. I was at the coffee shop, when I saw this lady come up.

She propelled a coupon towards the direction of the standing lad at the counter - "Coupon there. One coffee", in a manner so humble that the word humility in the dictionary could be taken to iconoclastic levels. 'Rough' wasn't the word I was looking for here, but let my readers substitute any word that's close to that. She had 'Kajal' on her eye-lashes,a bit smothered at the edges, but otherwise sharp. Her complexion was fair,and she had a boy-cut hairdo. Males nowadays wear long hair, in pony-tails to look like women, and women leave no stone unturned to look like men. And then they battle it out for equality of the sexes.


It is hardly of any consequence, then, that in most cases, by the time a juncture arrives as to draw any reasonable conclusion, sex and equality ceases to be used in the same sentence. One mostly drops off from the vicinity of the other, only for usage as two separate words under an equal number of circumstances, or sentences, as applicable. Little wonder, the feminists and male chauvinists often end up in the bed to carry their battle plausibly forward, with due diligence and immeasurable prudence. There's a smidgen of a hope though, but then it's only hope.

"So what do you do mister?" she enquired of me, seeing me opposite her, lapping up, with my indelectable sight, the brazen beauty of her face. Well yes, I thought now, feminists were how beautiful, the exclusivity of their looks sustained.

When you think the feminist infront of you as damn hot, chances are you don't go far. She sneered at me, expecting an answer. "Well, jobless" I said, toning down to a sadness only feminists dare to understand. "Searching for a job" I immediately placed. "Oh well, you looking to work anything? Or do you have a choice?" she queried, sipping her coffee through a narrow straw, making a purring sound. This was the first time I was seeing someone take in so much hot coffee through one narrow chit of a straw.

"I don't think I have a choice. Am ready for anything Mem'sahib" I pleaded, to the point of looking depressed, forlorn. Her eyes shone like jewels reflecting their own shine, for she seemed happy she was doing some good. Well, a plain talk here - feminists are never happy with men. They are happy when men are less powerful than her, and beg for protection from her,and importantly, when only in her wrests the power to oblige. Cruel, real dynamics. Hard to understand, harder to try to do so.

By now, the corners of her mouth were trying to retreat to a big smile that was only comparable to her bigger heart. "Take my card" she put in, prompting a printed card from her petite purse. She sped her goggles up to the top of her head, using her ears as an improvised fulcrum.

I looked at her, dazzled. I thought everybody in this world should be a feminist. If we had more feminists, this world would have been a better place to live. Or exist. Or both.

I forgot to move, deep in a train of thoughts sizzling past my mind. "Do you hear me? Take this card and meet me, ok. I will get you a job. You may earn 1500 rupees a month. I am a member of many Ladies' Clubs and many societies, lot of contacts. I will work out something for you."

I inundated the place with flurry of 'thank you's'. She felt good.
She left.

I felt good too, having met a feminist for the first time in my life.
Even as she turned, I flipped the card to see her mobile number. Well, it was there! I felt glad, happy.

I keyed in the mobile number in my phone address book and threw the card away on the road. I smiled at myself for my sheer luck. Man, she was hot!