Transgenders – Their World and Beyond


Transgenders – Their World and Beyond


There has been plenty said about transgenders…many of them are absurd and baseless. Things are looking up for them, we say, and we pride ourselves in being noble enough to accept a malaise into our society by providing them some housing complexes in remote parts of the city, far away from normal social life. All said and done, we still cringe when we look at a transgender walking down the road, eating at a local dingy restaurant, or at traffic signals. It’s something that is just beyond the disgust that is evident as we look at an alternate third gender (yes, beyond the orthodox binary gender discrimination that society has etched so firmly into our minds), at a mental level, we cannot still come to terms with people who look like an ‘absurd cross’ between a male and a female.

Our hatred for them is ingrained into our minds right from childhood. We are told stories of asuras, devils and transgenders. As all stories begin, we recount multiple instances of transgenders haggling us to give them money at the traffic signals, approaching us with a clap of hands and an eccentric flaunting of their womanhood. As we roll up the windows of our air conditioned car at the sight of them, or whistle and catcall when they walk down the road, or molest them when they are in secluded streets, we really do not understand how much of ridicule they actually endure day in and day out.

The Reasons

The people who speak against such transgenders cannot even comprehend how ‘such creatures’ can be born this way. Well, first things first, no transgender is born that way. They take a choice to be a woman. They are born as normally as you or me, the so-called male dominion. The identity crisis begins to set in around the time of puberty, when they are revolting within, as a man, they wish and feel womanly sensations and they start developing womanly attributes, and start falling in love with the concept of being a woman, decked up with jewels, hair braided with jasmine, the gaiety walk, and the pleasures derived out of being a woman through and through. They face ridicule right from childhood, when they are mocked by people for “the girly walk”, “the girly laugh” and everything that are associated with a girl. So, they brand the poor kid to be a “that boy who is a girl” and start calling them names.

It is at that instant, when the womanly tendencies take over a ‘man’ completely, that they choose to embrace their feminine side and turn into women by operating upon themselves. While they know that this would the start of a life of pain, they are ready…as they want to be a woman, mentally, emotionally and physically…and get rid of the ‘man’ virus within their bodies once and for all. And yet, we have women today who say…’I wish I was born a man, I hate being a woman’…well, take a look at these transgenders and be proud of your gender…of who you are…of how pure you all are…that men are embracing womanhood more freely than ever.

The Solution

The government recently announced that the third gender should be included in gender categorization, but, it still is not the long term solution. Companies, private and public, should be able to provide a minimal quota for transgenders. There are plenty of transgenders who are well-read and highly qualified, but without a job just for the fact that they are what they are. The concept of embracing transgenders into our daily life should begin at schools and colleges. Therefore, every school or college must have atleast one transgender in their staff roll. Transgenders always have self-respect and pride at their forefront, so, they pledge to never be corrupt.

The government provides them accommodation in a remote corner of a city, to live as a colony. Well, that only defeats the purpose. They are left to fend for themselves, banished from normal life. All the more reason for people to avoid them. They must be provided with housing facilities amidst everyone else, and treated just like everyone else.

This is a long drawn-out battle for the third gender, and my only hope is that the world will change to accept transgenders into our society better, not just as beggars or sex-workers, but, just like a normal working class of people like you and me.

Let us spread love, joy and peace to the world. All glory to God.  


Eternal love . . . ♥

This post is part of the Chennai Bloggers Club’s CBC VIBGYOR BLOG TAG where some of us will write a post on the colours of VIBGYOR each day starting 1st of Sepetember to the 7th of September.

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Under a canopy of a million stars, I held his fingers in mine . . . lost in eternal bliss.

It had just rained, and the rainbow that appeared when the sun had set, was still faintly visible.

Time ceased to flow.

The weather was amazingly romantic, inducing poignant thoughts in my mind.

The waves embraced our feet.  The sound of the ocean was sensual and hypnotic.

“Krishna . . .” I turned to face my soulmate.

He turned, and looked deep into my eyes with love.

“Remember our first time in the beach?”

“Ofcourse darling, it was an amazing night wasn’t it?” he smiled blissfully.

I filled the space between his fingers with mine, and squeezed them tightly. I was living my dream. He was my dream. The only person in the world whom I had loved with all my heart.

I smiled.

He lay down on my lap without a warning, and turned his face towards me.

He looked like an angel from the heavens. He smiled peacefully at me.

It was a smile that transcended millions of stars. My heart skipped a beat. Even his tiny actions made me fall head over heels in love with him. Age never diminished the effect he had on me. I stroked his luscious hair and ran my fingers across the lengths of his handsome face. I could feel electricity in my veins. I love him so much, I thought.

He started playing with my fingers and kissed every inch of it with his lips till it was wet.

In the distance, I could make out the silhouette of our daughter, dancing in the waves that engulfed her feet.

“Priya . . . its time. Lets go home sweetheart.” I shouted into the wind that blew past my face.

“Hmph!” she said, and slowly ambled back toward us.

Krishna quickly scrambled from my lap and whisked his fingers away from mine. No romance in front of Priya, he had said. I hid a smile.

But, he was too late. Priya had already seen us.

“Naughty . . .Naughty . . .I saw you both!” she shouted.

Krishna extended his arm towards her.

She glided her fingers smoothly into his outstretched hand, and he pulled her close to him. She fell into his lap without a hint of thought.


“Oops . . . are you ok?” she asked, concerned.

“Ya sweetheart, just that my legs aren’t young anymore. . . Am old you know.” he reasoned.

She hugged him tightly around his chest, and kissed his cheek vehemently.

“You are the best daddy in the whole world!” she declared.

He smiled.

“And you are the best daughter in the whole world!” Krishna declared.

I playfully slapped him across his face.

“What about me then?” I questioned.

Krishna looked at our daughter, they both had a glint in their eyes. He winked at her, and they both turned towards me.

“You are the worst enemy in the world” they said together.

I laughed.

“I hate you both!” I said.

“We hate you too” they said together.

Krishna lay his head on my shoulder.

I kissed him on his forehead.

“I love you so much my dearest soulmate. Am nobody without you. You are my world” he said.

He looked up at me with his intense brown eyes. I felt goosebumps all over my body.

I held his fingers in mine, and kissed them with my lips delicately. He tasted like strawberry, my prince.

“Ahem” Priya cleared her throat, breaking the bubble that Krishna and I were in together.

“Public Public” she mocked.

“Oops . . . ” I said sheepishly. “My stupid heart!”

We all smiled.

“You got to tell me your love story today daddy!” Priya ordered.

“Our love story?”

“Yes, I want to hear all about it!” she said.

“Hmm . . . the story . . . ok . . . where do I begin?” I looked at Krishna helplessly.

“The first time we met Vishnu ma . . . begin there” he answered.

“When I was wearing that violet shirt?”

“Yes . . . ”

I looked at Priya, and cleared my throat.

“I have two of the world’s most amazing daddies!” she exclaimed.

I smiled. “Yes, you do.”

“So . . . Let me begin then sweetheart” I say.

And, with God, the rainbow and millions of stars in the sky listening in, I began my story . . .

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The rainbow flag is a symbol of lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender rights.

This post is to support their rights, and their choices. True unconditional love prevails, irrespective of gender, and orientations. Let us open up our minds, and embrace the world with no preconceived notions.