Recently, I was reading about India to fill in some gaps in my understanding of the world’s civilizations, and came across a peculiar and captivating prose story, originally written in Sanskrit. It is a story that I thought might interest contemporary men, as it is so similar to the narrative we have come to be familiar with.

The story is contained in the Dashakumaracharita, which is a Sanskrit romance concerning the lives and adventures of ten young men of high rank. Much of the text pertains to the relations between men and women, and there are some choice excerpts that lay the truth of human sexuality bare.

Often, feminists claim that what they call “sexism” and such are Western inventions, but men who have the time and inclination can easily find examples of what they decry peppered throughout the literature of all the great civilizations over the span of history. When one knows enough about these things, feminism starts to look like little more than a minor bout of insanity on the historical timescale, and it becomes much easier to put the movement in its proper place; as the aberration that it is.

I’ve chosen a couple excerpts that will illustrate two sides of the female: one evil, and the other wholesome and good. Both present the true nature of women, and demolish feminist values.

The first is about a loving husband and his ungrateful, scheming wife. The story begins with one of the princes, a young brahmin, meeting a Raksha (demon) who demands he answers questions in return for his life (translation by PW Jacob):

As I came out of the water, carrying a large root on my shoulder, I saw standing on the bank a terrible Rakshas in human form, who called out, in an angry tone “Who are you? Where do you come from? What are you doing here, destroying my flowers?”

Without showing any sign of fear, I walked boldly up to him, and said: “I am a brahman, who has just escaped many dangers. I was treacherously thrown into the sea, rescued by a merchant-ship, then attacked by pirates; and now, after conquering them, we have put into this island for water. I have much enjoyed my bathe, and wish you good morning.”

“Stop!” said he. “You will not get off so easily. You seem a bold fellow, however, and I will give you a chance for life. I shall ask you four questions. If you can answer them, you are free; if not, I shall devour you immediately.”

“Very good,” I answered; “I am ready to hear them.” Then he began:

“What is cruel?”

“A wicked woman’s heart.”

“What is most to the advantage of a householder?”

“Good qualities in a wife.”

“What is love?”

“Imagination.”

“What best accomplishes difficult things?”

“Cunning. Dhumini, Gomini, Ratnavati, and Nitambavati,” I added, “are examples of what I have said.”

“Tell me,” said he, “who they were, and how they prove the truth of your answers?”

“Certainly,” I replied; “you shall judge for yourself.

“There were formerly in the country of Trigarta three brothers, all wealthy, having several wives, many servants and slaves, and numerous flocks and herds. In their time it happened that there was a great drought; no rain fell for several years; the streams and fountains ceased to flow; the pools and lakes were turned to mud, the beds of rivers almost dry, plants burned up, trees withered; all mirth and festivity were at an end; bands of thieves roamed about; the dead lay unburied or unburnt, and their bodies were scattered over the fields. At last the famine was so great that men began to devour each other. The three brothers, from their great wealth, were able to hold out a long time; but when their stores of corn and rice were all consumed, and their cattle all slaughtered, they, like the rest, were driven to cannibalism. First they killed and ate their slaves; then, even their wives and children, till all were gone but themselves and their three favourite wives. The famine still continuing, they were driven to eat them also, and drew lots which should be killed first. The lot fell on Dhumini, the wife of the youngest brother, who, unable to bear the thought of devouring her, escaped with her in the night. After walking a long way, till they were quite exhausted, they came to a large forest, where they found a well of water, and many fruits and roots, besides deer and other animals, on which they were able to live without difficulty; and they built a hut there.

“One day when the husband of Dhumini was going about in search of game, he found a man who had been cruelly treated by robbers; they had cut off his hands, feet, and nose, and left him to perish. Having compassion on the poor wretch, he bound up his wounds as well as he was able, and carried him with much difficulty to his hut. There he and his wife nursed him till his wounds were healed, and took care of him afterwards.

“Now such is the depravity of women, that Dhumini fell in love with this poor mutilated wretch, and determined to have him whether he would or no.

“One day her husband came home from hunting, tired and thirsty, and asked her for water. She answered: ‘I have a very bad headache, you must go and draw for yourself.’ Then walking softly behind him as he went, she waited till he stooped down over the well, and pushed him in.

“Having thus, as she thought, got rid of her husband, she took the maimed man on her back and carried him till she reached an inhabited country, where there was no famine, telling those who asked her, that this man was her husband, and had been mutilated in that manner by a spiteful enemy.

“She thus became the object of much compassion, and praise, for devotion to her husband, and the king of the country bestowed on her a small pension on which she lived in the city of Avanti. Meanwhile her real husband had managed to climb up from the well, and wandered about a long time, not knowing where his wife was gone. At last he came to Avanti in great distress, and was begging for food when she chanced to see him. Going at once to the king, she said, ‘That wicked wretch who mutilated my husband is now here; I have seen him going about as a beggar.’

“Upon this he was immediately seized, and, notwithstanding his protestations of innocence, condemned to death, and led away to execution.

“On the way, with but faint hopes of saving his life, he said to the executioner, ‘I have been condemned on the evidence of one witness only; let that man whom I am accused of injuring be questioned; if he says I am guilty, then indeed I deserve to die.’

“The executioner saying, ‘Perhaps he may be innocent—a few minutes’ delay can do no harm,’ took him at once to the house of his wife, and there the poor mutilated wretch, with many tears, declared the kindness with which he had been treated by the supposed criminal, and the wickedness of the woman who had forced him to live with her as her husband.

“Thereupon the execution was stayed, and the king, having been made acquainted with the whole affair, ordered her to be cut in pieces and given to the dogs, and showed much favour and kindness to her husband.

“I say, therefore, there is nothing so cruel as the heart of a wicked woman.”

The next story follows right on the heels of the first, and is also about a cunning woman, but instead of using her arts for wicked purposes, she uses them for her own and her husband’s good:

The Rakshas appeared to be satisfied with this story, and said: “Go on, tell me about Gomini.” I continued therefore:

“There was formerly in the country of the Dravidas a young brahman of great wealth. Somehow he was not married when a mere boy, as is often the case, and when he grew up he thought to himself: ‘Those who have no wives and those who have bad wives are equally unfortunate, I will not let my friends choose for me, but travel about and look out for myself till I find a girl who may suit me.’

“Having formed this resolution, and changed his name, he set out alone, taking very little with him, but a small bag containing two or three pounds of rice in the husk.

“Whenever he saw a maiden of his own caste whose appearance he liked, either in the houses where he was admitted or elsewhere, he would say to her: ‘My dear, could you make me a good dinner with this rice?’ This he did many times, but though parents in general would have been willing to give him their daughters, he was always laughed at, and often treated with contempt. One day, while sitting in a public place in a town which he had lately entered, he observed a young girl whose parents had fallen into poverty, which was shown by her scanty dress and slender ornaments. She passed by him accompanied by an old woman, and stood for a time very near him.

“The more he looked at her the more he was pleased, and thought to himself: ‘This is just the wife to suit me; she is neither too tall nor too short, too stout or too thin; her limbs are rounded and well knit; her back is straight, with a slight hollow; her shoulders are low; her arms plump and soft; the lines of her hands indicate good fortune; her fingers are long and slender; her nails are like polished gems; her neck is smooth and rounded as a slender shell; her bosom full and well shaped; her face has a sweet expression; her lips are full and red; her chin small and compact; her cheeks plump; her eyebrows glossy black, gracefully curved, meeting in the middle; her eyes are long and languishing, very black and very white; her forehead, adorned by beautiful curls, resembles a piece of the moon; her ears are delicately formed, and well set off by the ear-rings; her hair is glossy black, brown at the ends—long, thick, and not too much curled. My heart seems to be drawn towards her; if she is what she seems to be, I will certainly marry her; but I must not act rashly; I will first try her with my test. Then approaching her with a polite salutation, he said: ‘My dear, are you clever enough to make a good dinner out of this bag of rice;’ Without answering a word, she looked significantly at her old nurse, and taking the rice from his hand, signed him to sit down on a terrace close by; and sat down herself near him. Then, first spreading out the rice in the, sun that it might be quite dry, she rubbed it gently between her hands, so as to get off the husk unbroken, and giving it to the nurse, she said: ‘Take this to some goldsmith; they use it when prepared in this way for polishing their gold, and you will get a few pence for it—with them buy a little firewood, a few cheap dishes, and an earthen pipkin, and bring also a wooden mortar with a long pestle.’ On this errand the old woman departed, and soon returned, bringing the things required.

“Then the girl put the rice into the mortar, and very gracefully moving the pestle up and down, separated the rice thoroughly from the remaining particles of husk and awns; which she carefully winnowed away.

“After this she washed the rice thoroughly, and the old woman having meanwhile lighted a fire and placed the pipkin full of water on it, she threw the rice into the water as soon as it boiled, in such a manner that the grains lay loose and separate. When they began to swell and burst, she took the pot from the fire, which she raked together, and set it with the lid downwards near the embers, first carefully draining off the rice liquor, and stirring the grains several times with a spoon to prevent their sticking together.

“After this she put out the fire by throwing water on it, and taking the charcoal, sent the old woman to sell it, and with the money to procure some herbs, ghee, curds, tamarind fruit, spices, salt, myrobalan, and sesamum oil. When these things were brought, she mixed the myrobalan, finely pounded, with salt, and desired the nurse to give it with the sesamum oil to the young brahman, and tell him to go and bathe and anoint himself; and he having received these things, went to bathe.

“When he was returned and comfortably seated, she gave him to drink rice liquor, mixed with spices and cooled by fanning, and he was much refreshed by it; afterwards, soup made with some of the liquor, a few spoonfuls of rice, butter, and spices; and, lastly, the rest of the rice mixed with curds, buttermilk, and several condiments, and he had plenty, though some was left.

“When he had finished, he asked for drink. She gave him water in a new cooler, sweetened and perfumed with lotus and other flowers; and it looked and felt so cool, gurgled so pleasantly, and tasted so sweet, that all his senses were gratified, and he drank eagerly again and again.

“After waiting on him in this manner, as soon as the dishes and the remains of the meal had been removed by the old nurse, she sat down beside him, arranging her scanty patched dress as well as she was able.

“The young brahman having thus satisfied himself of the capabilities of the maiden, made known his real name and position to her parents, and they having gladly accepted him, he married the girl in due form, and took her home to his own house.

“Not very long afterwards, with very little consideration for her, he took to himself another wife, a woman of bad character; yet such was the sweetness of temper of the first, that she showed no anger at this, but continued to treat her husband with all due honour and respect, and so gained over her fellow-wife that she became her dearest friend. At the same time she managed the household admirably, keeping everything in order, yet making all the servants attached to her. In short, she acted in such a manner that she entirely gained the respect and affection of her husband, and he enjoyed great happiness, and trusted and consulted her in all affairs.

“Therefore I say that the best thing for a householder is to have a good wife.”

It is always refreshing to find that people have gone over our material long ago, and effectively rebuked feminism long before it ever started. The real tragedy is that we have not sufficiently instructed our young men in these matters, but finally there are a few of us making some effort to do so in our time and our own vernacular. Hopefully, thousands of years from now, scholars will be able to sift through the feminist garbage that litters our culture and find a few similar gems written by some as-of-yet unknown Western man.