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shikandi and transgenders


At the times of Mahabharata Shikandi was given prime importance in the battlefield of Kurukshetra.
Being a eunuch,she was chosen for the important task of turning fate of events.She was the one and only who was responsible for the Bhishma pitamah Devrath to succumb to death that to on a bed of arrows.Shikandi was respected by everyone and was the choice of Lord Krishna himself for this tedious task.
We as humans have crossed Era’s since that time and have evolved from bow and arrow to pistols and guns but what we are misleading at is the respect Shikandi was given at the battlefield.
As times have changed,we see ourselves being distant from what our ancestors had taught us.
Today,the tansgenders in our country are fighting for a basic right to live and survive in their own motherland.
They need to prove themselves at every counter that offer them any support in return.
How are they so different from what we are?
I know what you must be thinking but that’s not being a minus but its called genetically morphed.They breathe the same oxygen as we do,they acquire the same haemoglobin in their blood as we do.
As a famous Social Activist once said “There is not the need to be a woman in order to be a Mother,anybody can possess motherhood  who has love in his or her eyes.It can be a woman’s eyes,man’s or a transgender’s…just like me.”
When the kinnars are not differentiated by nature,love and the almighty itself,who are we to disown them from our “privileged” society.
Why do they require to molest their ownselves everytime they contact we “physically perfect” humans?
I guess not many people like their beautifully drapped saree on their bodies.
There are many organisations in our Country that strive to do things for them and place them in a better platform as before.
The authority of providing them the bracket of other to tick in was only given to them by the Supreme Court in recent years.
And the fight to consider them much more than trivial poppers at road sides and sex workers at nights still continuous.
What’s creating the barrier in our mindset to accept them as a normal entity in the society as we look at ourselves to be?

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