Thursday, 13 September 2012

SMILEY

I saw her in a play directed by Mangai in Tamil Nadu. The play was called 'Anmayo Anmay' (Macho-O-Macho). She was doing this play along with other common friends like Ponni Arasu. We all from LesBiT went to watch this play in Chennai. The play was staged in Bangalore and she came and stayed with me and Sumathi in our house. It was wonderful time we spent. Then told her about the oral history documentation work on LGBTI people that we were doing and she immediately agreed to give us an interview and insisted that we stay in her house. We too agreed.

Smiley..... full of smiles and also most intense complex person who has struggled hard in life to be what she has wanted to be - an actor, writer, theatre director, one who has worked in films, activist and so many other things. Smiley lives in Chennai and is the first one in the community to have written an autobiography about the experience of transition of male to female.

Personally she is one who keeps talking laughing and entertaining and very friendly. In her house where she lives it is like a house of an activist and an artist, There is beautiful painting pasted to the mirror of her cupboard. Many photos of Bob Marley all around. She is one of the few people who initiated herself into the Aravani community and after living the life willfully came out to explore the life independently on her own doing theatre.

She before initiating into the Aravani community was had finished post graduation and after the initiation for it was her desire, followed all the customs of Aravani community even though she was very well educated. She comes from a working class and Dalith caste, who struggled hard to educate herself and also worked in a Bank. Even when we said we wanted to do her video interview and looking for a location, she preferred 'Spaces' - a theatre space where she has acted many times and said that, that place brings out her most intimate being of herself. This theatre space is in front of the Besant Nagar beach. 
  

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Strongest Support - Sowmya

There was a time in Bangalore when an entire area, a suburban area of Bangalore was the most secured place  to reside for most of the Female to male transpeople and their woman identified partners who had migrated from all over south India. That is because most of the Hijra and Kothi community lived in that area. Sowmya lived in that area like a queen who could take care of every community resident of that area. She being a Male to Female transperson (a Hijra) would be the first person to attend to any crisis of community people. Every festival was like a party in her house where she would host all the community people including us. She would flirt with us and at the same time gave us all the care that even our family people could not give. Dashing, daring, sexy Sowmya is a close friend of mine and is a very outspoken person. She is a very articulate public speaker. In the recent public meeting with politicians of Karnataka to remove the Karnataka Police Act 36 (A), she was vibrant and lashing out the Karnataka ruling party for having introduced this law. It was proposed to the Government last year to introduce this law while the Karnataka govt also spoke about trans reservation and giving jobs to trans people in High Court of Karnataka. There was protest last year in July to not to introduce this law but the govt ignored it. This is a law that is drawn from the Hyderabad Eunuch's Act, which is extremely horrible and unconstitutional. Now sexual and gender minorities of Karnataka are organizing themselves strongly to protest against this law and urging to remove it. Sowmya is a leading and a strong trans activist who is in the forefront of this struggle.  

 

 

Monday, 2 July 2012

Lolakula Savvadi - sounds of the ear rings

http://soundcloud.com/bihag/love-song-from-durga?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=google_plus&utm_content=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fbihag%2Flove-song-from-durga

 My wait is for you
To rest my head on your lap
The moments when I am in your embrace
To hear the sounds of our ear rings

Nee Raakakai Naa Nirikshanam
Nee Vadilo Nidurinchalani
Nee Kaugililo Chere Samayam
Mana Lolakula Savvadi Vinalani

Poem - Durga Devi
Music - Sumathi

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Mummy who has stood with us for years - A.Revathi


The most interesting interview till now, was the most enjoyable interview shoot with Revathi (Hijra and she is mummy for all of us). Revathi mummy is dear to activists and us community for many reasons. She is an activist who has struggled hard in her life beyond imagination, she is a person with lot of love and compassion for not just Hijra community but also a lot of us who are female born gender and sexual minorities, she is a person who has broken many rules of Hijra community which is violent and exploitative. I had the privilege of working with her in Sangama when she was the Director of Sangama. She rose from the post of office assistant to being director. She was the only community person from working class to struggle to get this position. Mummy right now is doing a research on female to male trans people’s life and struggles. Revathi mummy has written two books in Tamil which is translated to Kannada and English also. Her book is published by Penguin publishers. She with great effort had reclaimed her property in Namakkal (Tamil Nadu) but in the recent times her brother and father after the death of her mother are torturing her to give back the minimal property that she has gotten. She is fighting back for it. She is in a crucial stage where she does not expect much and ascribe to the living patterns of Hijra community and she is struggling to live independently as an activist who is not working in any NGOs or CBOs in big position and having an ambition to be a writer and an actor. 





Friday, 22 June 2012

Where Do I Belong To???

I think personally everyone of us are into this endless search of "where do I belong to". When Vit (my friend whose name i cannot give so I am calling her Vit), shared this all three of us Sumathi who is helping me, Neethu our camera person and me felt we just visited our lives back. What struck us was the run from the village to the city and losing hair for the sake of the honor. While many of us female born people carry our honor in our vaginas, male born people actually carry it all around, especially hair length.

Hair length disturbs me terribly when it is of male born people. Kumari our dearest friend and close friend of Vit was murdered due to hair length. She spoke to me a day before her murder on 8th November 2010. She said she is unable to take the violence by her family and so she wanted to shift with me into my house. I was extremely happy that Kumari was coming into our house and our lives and so there will be an anchor for our lives, me and Sumathi. Suddenly in the night she called and said she would come on 8th morning, though I was arguing that she had to come the same night for if the family is violent anything could happen. And so it happened. She was killed. It could not even become a case of murder as it was portrayed as a suicide.This death affected many of us for the sense of understanding honor and sense of belonging.

Saturday, 9 June 2012

Moments Lost Moments Gained

Continuing to present my work on this blog, I am introducing a friend, a person who felt peer pressure to identify himself initially as female to male person and later started defining himself as a 'trans person', one who has shifted from the established constructs of gender. He has excellent power to convert a tense situation into a comic relief. He has come up with powerful scripts for plays and writes poems in Tamil. I have tried my level best to translate two of his poems here and present to you. He is also a very good actor. He is also a dedicated activist working for the rights of Lesbian, Bisexual women and female to male trans persons specifically and other sexual and gender minorities.    

Dream Times

When my girl comes to me, my youth gains spring
In the prison of love, we exchange our hearts in the season of youth
Each word that drops out of my lover’s lips turns to be golden times
Years and years passed by,
When it passed by and I looked back
My girl, far away, further away looked like dark dot  


Memories that refuse to fade away
Still cannot forget her blooming face,
Still cannot forget her beautiful smile,
Still cannot forget her innocence,
Still cannot forget her love,
Still cannot forget the happiness we shared,
Still cannot forget those Oodal (Coy  anger),
Still cannot forget those Konjal (Coyness)
Still cannot forget those Kenjal (Pleading)
Still cannot forget her tears
Still cannot forget the pain of betrayal
All that she gave me, she forced me to experience,
Those moments that I lost,
Comes back to me as a memory of fretful moments. 

I personally share a strong bond with him and I have known his struggle ever since we met. I wish lots of luck, peace, and best of life for him.  


Monday, 4 June 2012

CHANDS!!!

In the first month's work, I have mostly found activists, as people who were ready to give me interview and document their lives. One such trans woman is Chandini and this is an excerpt from her interview. Chandini, an activist and poet, has been a good friend of mine for almost 8 years. Below this I have given some translations of her poems. I have tried my level best to translate it.


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Winning the death
In the line of challenges
Establishing fights against the society
With lies all around
Make us reach the heaven
When we trust the truth
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