My Opinion On Opinions

I was probably around the impressionable age of six that day. Not unlike your everyday six year old girl in the 90s, I lived for two things – Barbie dolls and delicious food. And sometimes I’d walk around on my toes, wrapped in mom’s sheer dupatta and pretend to be Miss India. But it was mostly the food.

On the aforementioned day, I had accompanied my parents for dinner to someone’s place. I can’t recall whose house it was, but I do remember it was a newly married couple, because along with the memory of the incident comes a memory of a dozen red and white bangles jingling on a delicate wrist every time I was served food.

We were eating homemade Chinese. Terrible homemade Chinese. There was too much soya sauce in the Manchurian, the noodles were too thick and greasy and the whole point of the chewy chicken dish was destroyed with the amount of vegetables it had in it. After dinner, the host affectionately asked if I enjoyed my meal and I, full from the meal, decided it was my duty to now dish out ­­constructive criticism.
I let her know I was not pleased. My palette was not designed to enjoy the marriage of starch and soya she’d placed before me, nor was it created to have to bear with that rubber she called chicken (or whatever there was of it). I was like Gordon Ramsay on crack. Of course everyone laughed it off, but I felt the warmth disappear from the young lady’s hug as she thanked me for coming over.

There was an unbearable silence in the car as we drove back home. I kept trying to break it with a joke or a song, but the weight of it made me feel like I’d done something wrong. I asked. I always ask – it’s better than living off assumptions. So I asked my mother if I’d done something wrong.

“No,” she said, almost immediately, her voice tinted with disappointment. “You did something that wasn’t nice. If you don’t have something nice to say to someone with good intentions, don’t say it.”

I didn’t understand the difference between ‘wrong’ and ‘not nice’ then. I do now. You might disagree with what my mother said to me that day. On some level, I do too. We’re living in an era of unprecedented freedom of speech and everyone has an opinion on everything, laced with emoticons and hashtags, ready with links and videos, efficiently packaged with technology to shove itself down the throats of unsuspecting consumers.

I recently watched a video called ‘My Choice’ by Deepika Padukone for the Vogue Empower campaign. It was mostly because of the barrage of negative comments that I decided to watch it. Words like ‘hypocritical’ and ‘urban garbage’ have been used against this video. It amazes me how people have so much time, to sit through something they don’t enjoy watching from start to finish, analyze it, form opinions on it, discuss it online, bash, shame, protest. Does this community not get exhausted complaining over and over again, making a fuss about things that were merely designed to make people who enjoy it smile and those who don’t, ignore it and move on with their lives?

There was recently a big brouhaha about a photograph that Canada based poet Rupi Kaur posted on Instagram showing a lady in bed with a blood stain on her behind as well as on the bedsheet, accompanied with words on the taboo in India around the topic of menstruation. Personally, I could not appreciate it. In fact, for the first time, I was unable to move on with my life after seeing something online that I didn’t agree with. What did I do about it? I could have written a 1000-word long post about how the reason I don’t discuss my periods in public is not because it’s a social taboo, but the same as why I don’t discuss my toilet habits. But before we begin to so vehemently oppose what’s on the internet, we need to consider that we chose to watch the video. Read the blog post. Listen to the podcast. Was the intent of the artist to piss you off? Because if it wasn’t, you really need to relax.

Life is too short to watch movies you don’t rejoice in, to read books you don’t find an absolute delight. Life’s too short to spend getting offended and complaining about art. Do what makes you happy, savor what you enjoy. Spread good energy.

You have the right to an opinion. You have the right to share this opinion. You also have a right to publicly complain about what you can’t appreciate, and shame those who do for their point of view. These can’t be classified as right or wrong. I just feel what we say online should be driven by the same set of rules that govern our offline interactions.

If you don’t like something, raise your voice.

If you don’t like something and the act of raising your voice doesn’t help anyone or leave anybody happier apart from yourself, ignore it.

If you don’t have something nice to say to someone with good intentions, don’t say it.

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7 thoughts on “My Opinion On Opinions”

  1. You are like my sister. I do agree to an extent with the negative comments on that video, but it has been dragged around in the mud to no extent! Truly, I’ve been meaning to write a post myself, but after reading this, I feel I don’t have to.

  2. Though I believe in “Pen(read as online input devices) is mightier than sword”, I have been indifferent to all such videos/films. The gist – If you don’t like something and the act of raising your voice doesn’t help anyone or leave anybody happier apart from yourself, ignore it. So, I ignored. But your post explains all my feelings. Thank you for saving my time(I was planning on posting something similar 😉 )

  3. As far as the Rupi Kar images of menstruation in the name of humanity and ‘nature’ I honestly, as a woman, did not take a liking to this series as well. I totally understand her points about sexuality, but at the same time anything we do as a species can be accounted for “human nature.” A male can start a series of his nocturnal emissions and show semen stains on his boxers as well. And if that’s then acceptable what’s stopping us from posting images when we are aroused? When we masturbate? Can’t these all be camouflaged in the same of “human nature?” (I’m sooo going to write about this in the morning lol)

    1. Haha, thanks for your comment! But I think you may have missed the point. The point of mentioning Rupi Kaur’s images and my finding them disagreeable was to say that she has the right to express her views and so do I – only her intentions were kind while mine would have been only to disagree with her (had I solely written against her images), and life’s just too short to waste your time disagreeing with art.

      I hope my intentions have been conveyed better now =)

      1. Well everyone has a right to express their views (hence the purpose of blogging) and just because you disagree with them does not necessarily mean your intentions aren’t kind/evil, it’s just your perception of– but I’m moreso questioning how far we can go with an idea or expression and label it ‘art’ in the name of human nature.

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