Sanitisation of language through literature was an epoch-making phenomenon, which produced repression as a rule, a discourse, to develop a science of standard attitude, while personification produced the "maskification" (attitudes to appear better in public), all the violent and aggressive behaviours were denounced for homely affairs, not necessarily captivated for house-holds, but permeated through a science of privacy. Panoptic consciousness of discourse compelled human subjectivity to appear good, to look better, and to behave gently, under the fear of condemnation and rustication from the standard discourse. Such a desire of discursive power was immanently reflected through Victorian morality, whereas love was elevated as blessing while sex was denuded and condemned as sin (See Michel Foucault, History of Sexuality). And power to speak about sex was institutionalised for professional, doctors, theologians; the manly and womanly attitudes were demarcated; their social prestige and psychic construction were examined in isolation; and the life of patrimonial, matriarchal, and patriarchal discourses emerged as an anti-thesis to a newly emerging science of Power-Knowledge-Pleasure. Feminism, as a science of experience, emerged, which belied the attitudinal apparatus of power/knowledge, in search of possibility, in quest of emancipation from other-worldly wisdom, from the terror of standardisation, a possibility was always already present; a journey of actuality is now in making!
पढ़ता हूँ हर एक दिन एक ही पन्ना, हर दिन हज़ार ये मालूम पड़ते हैं। जबसे होश संभाला है एक ही पन्ना सवांरते आया हूँ, लोग इसे ज़िन्दगी कहते हैं। इसपे लिखे हर एक लब्ज़ जो मेरे मालूम पड़ते हैं, ना जाने कितने जुबां पे चढ़े होंगे। आज हम भी कुछ पल के लिए ही सही इसके सारथी हैं, जाने से पहले कुछ रंग मेरा भी इसपे चढ़ जाए, बस इसीलिए एक ही पन्ना बार बार पलटता रहता हूँ। हर कोई अनजाने किताब की तलाश में बाहर निकलता है, जिसका हर एक पन्ना वो ख़ुद है। जब ख़ुद के रंग को समझ ही ना पाया, तो भला इंद्रधनुषी किताब के क्या मायने हैं? अस्तित्व में ना जाने कितने पन्ने बिखरे पड़े हैं, बस एक से ही अवगत हो जाऊँ, उसके हर एक शब्द को चुनता जाऊँ, कुछ पल के लिये सही, पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का।
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