2. History of third genders in India and their inclination to disrupt societal norms
People say that you fear what you don’t know.
People say that from fear stems hatred.
But do tell me, why do you hate me then? When you’re supposed to be familiar with me.
Raama, the great prince with a moon halo above his head and his skin made of night, languidly strolled into the forest with followers at heel, weeping for him to stay;
staring them in the eye, he smiled and spoke softly;
“Men and women wipe your tears and leave.”
As they left, others stayed.
I am everything that is rooted into your past, you can betray me but you cannot betray your culture. Your ancestors look down on you as you lie.
Say ,it is the 16th century, men of war with iron faces marched into this country with gun metal boots stomping, and fingers welded into their weapons, screaming,
I am outlawed, infamous and silent.
But the voices within me are so strong and bold that you can still hear me.
“but as with everything that becomes illegal, the third gender community went underground.” (huffpost.com)
Hijras have been known to have the prestige to bless or curse, and they survive off of the products of the perception of their personalities.
Instead of familiarity and trust due, Humanity, you have had you regraded me with contempt.
There are some, with old bones that show me kindness and acceptance because they feel the past and they feel me in it.
I hope that one day I will not be regarded.
With eyes meant for strangers, instead with warmth.
I will welcome you as an old friend, Humanity.
And we will converse without words as I transgress into your culture until you absorb me intimately and remember me as your own.