The Indian U-19 women’s team won the T 20 world cup. The news does not definitely invoke a nonchalant attitude, given the background and backdrop of their victory. 16 girls, receding adversity to the side hurtled towards clenching onto the elusive world cup.

 

What is it about this particular display of women empowerment that induces a certain celebratory feeling? Or is this even women empowerment at all? I shall leave it you.

The adversities, the squad ingested were all pivoted around discrimination. But the conclusion that my reasoning allows me to reach is that this team didn’t necessarily bear the flag of women empowerment. But rather, the flag of the individual overcoming the Sartreian  ‘Bad Faith’.

It was the refusal to settle down to anything less than the continuation of their art by recognising the freedom of their individual choices. This freedom is the antithesis of the ‘Throwness’ of the world.

I am not a purveyor of the fact that this is real feminism because I don’t dwell in the ordinary linguistic boxes.

This deserves a celebration of human perseverance running across the divide of gender or sex, the very act of choosing to continue to pursue your art, a Self stimulated enough by the art thereby giving the illusion of purpose.

The Shackles they freed themselves from were the shackles of ensconcement into a discriminatory system and the ‘unacting’ on this random location into social structures.

The very idea of motivation and inspiration are ideas of privilege. In an event of the dearth of information( that guides the modern motivation al apparatus), your existence is mundane and the channels that you might wanna direct your actions into are limited.

This I argue is one of the catalysts for ‘acting’ and constantly making choices despite how unnerving the experiences are, converting them into a pattern.

In any case, whether it is women empowerment or not, it will still remain a feat worth reveling.