With every new case, every alternate day, we come across with umpteen gruesome aspects of inhumanity, which our men or the Cannibals cloaked as men depict. With every new incident the weenies make sure that they do surpass the savagery of the previous one. Do they take it as a way to testify their 'bestial' prowess ? ...Commit a crime far more worse, sepulchral and horrendous than ever committed and win the grade A of monstrosity. Or it's just that we have been breeding psychopaths in our verandas.According to the NCRB, National Crime records bureau every hour, every sixty minutes two women are raped in this country. Isn't it enough for a wake-up call or for our sleeping nation or it is just statistics, a data to be amassed and piled up under dust-covered folders. As an add-on Our politicians come up with their beautiful verdicts, verdicts which speak less of their opinion but more of their mental sub-standards and lunacy. They say "boys make mistakes", it's the girls who arouse men! Blah.
Well coming to the point; One fine evening, while sipping my favorite masala tea and embracing the beautiful drizzle in the city, I happened to look down from my window. I saw something that raged every bit in me. But like every other girl-who-is-on-her-own in a big city i had to ignore it, suppress it and let it go for my own safety. But that rage in me provoked me to write today. For many people it would be a simple incident but it en-kindled in me, a wrath which could not be subdued. It was around 5 o clock, the street was swarmed with people coming back from work, going to meet a friend, running the regular weekday errands et cetera. There was a group of around three-four savages, hardly high school students who stood near the end of the road. They were laughing and chatting vociferously, hurling every other curse word at each other & having a time of their lives! Then a girl, with a slender pale face, a tinge of make-up and dressed at her best probably to meet someone special walked by, they ogled, spewed out sick comments on her dress and again laughed amongst each other. With an extremely broad victorious grin on the face of guy whose comment was heard by every possible bystander in the street and the girl as well. Standing by the window, I was not able to make out what was the pride on his face accounting for? Being audible in a huge space or being the most successful pervert of their clan. Then the two aunties witnessing the whole scene like me, gave their expert opinion on how inappropriately was the girl dressed, how viciously was she corrupting the minds of decent school kids! KIDS yeah that was the term they used for those debauched eve teasers who were old enough to flaunt the testosterone down their belly. The aunties commented, then bitched about their maids and then left. Leaving me perplexed. Aghast by their opinions, I kept standing to analyse was it the dress? was it girl? was all the ire in me pointless?
Standing for a while then i saw another girl, plainly dressed up in some casual t shirt and pajamas, she was there for the groceries talking to our building's sabjiwala. Earlier she wasn't noticeable,(a thought wandered in my mind for a second 'was-it-the-dress') but soon after she walked past them, same laughter, same ogling, comments were spewed again that how she was a 'maal' under the klutzy drape. How was she an item despite an all ugly get-up...etc. A girl has to bear no matter what is she wearing because our men are not only born with a mammoth libido but also with some wondrous women body scan!!! They don't see the face, the dress or anything else. The gender 'F' is a more than enough for them to take the other being for-granted, inferior and worthy of every possible atrocity & ruthlessness. Because that is what our society has taught us while growing up. Those were the high school kids belonging to an educated society, a reputed school, a strong family background if they didn't have a clue about the integrity of women what do we expect from our nation where a majority of our people belong to the low socio-economic status, striving for access to most basic needs of life and looking for any possible way to channel out that frustration they face every second just to survive.
Its not the background or school or anything that will account for the degree of perversion our men develop because it is based and deeply rooted with the bolstering pride of bearing the Y chromosome. To win over the oppression and injustice against the women we need to win over the mythical thinking that men are biologically and socially designed to be superior and women inferior. We need to respect ourselves before asking others to do so. We need to be proud, glad and thankful for the precious gift of femininity bestowed upon us. We need to accept our superiority to claim our rights. We don't need to hide as victims but fight back in an amazonian way. Rather then hiding the name of our victims, we should pay them homage as martyrs, name places after them, give them all the respect for the adversities they went through. They should rather be canonized than victimized. It's our change and only we can incorporate it. As Gandhi said, be the change you want to see in the world. It's time we do!
