As I walk down the road to the nearest bakery, I brace myself to endure glares, cheap remarks and pushes from strangers. I am not alien to this but that does not mean that I am OK with it. Every time it is torture and as much as I understand this male chauvinist Indian Society, I know no matter what We do it will never change.
Every step on the road is like Hell for a girl in New Delhi or any other part of this ancient country. Its sad. Its monstrous. It’s not our fault. It’s not justified. It’s not done. I HATE this society. Yes, I have a car, yes I can travel in its safety, but am I not entitled to walk on the road or the park or for that matter anywhere I want? Why is it that a male can wear shorts and walk unscathed while a female has to bare all these crucifying acts of torture when she dons the same attire?
So were we always like that? Was India the same male chauvinist society that it is today?
I don’t know. I would like to think that it was not. That Hinduism worships Goddess Durga then where did all this non sense come from? I am not blaming any religion but yes the culture that they bought with them. The parda system was one of them. This started around the 13th century and thereafter India became a slave. India became independent recently but these cross cultures and traditions have been practiced by one and all since centuries. It is a way of segregating the sexes and treating women as their ‘object’ and not revealing them to the world.
It sadden and angers me at the same time. Why are we different from the men? Is it because we are physically not as strong?
I have grown up in ‘Modern India’ which is to say, I belong to the educated upper middle class and that I never had a brush with the parda system but my parents did as kids to endless rituals like these and they knew the evil accompanying it. As I grew up, the wall went up in terms of what I could wear and what I could do. I couldn’t wear short clothes because that invited undue attention. I could not stay out when it became dark because it is never safe. I can not speak back to a male when he passed a rude remark at me because I am travelling alone and you can never what can happen if I open my mouth. There is an endless list of restrictions for a women in this country.
While I was growing up I started hating what my parents said simply because it was always against what I wanted to do in life. But now as I am 22, I know they were intelligent enough to teach me to stay safe in this society of monsters. Nevertheless this makes me feel sad, it makes me feel trapped. I want to go out when I want and I want to wear what I want. The men on the streets have no right to stare at me or rape me. Yes, that’s the seriousness of the situation.
While a lot of men don’t see it as a crime, we are still not able to do ANYTHING. It is SHAMEFUL. I am not a proud Indian and no matter where the Indian economy reaches in the next 20 years, if this madness continues, it is useless.
There is so much I want to say and so much I want you to know, but is it the right platform? Am I free to say Everything? No!
I am an object of lust for people who do not know me. If I am a girl in a village then I am seen as a source of producing children (read a son) to the husband. Millions of girls suffer the same misery every second in this country. If you ask me, it is a sin to be a girl in this country. You DO NOT want to be a girl in India. Period.
What is wrong with today’s men? One of the Answers is- Illiteracy. Second Answer- Lack of values and principles. Third Answer- Wrong Upbringing. Fourth Answer- The growth of Adult Industry. Fifth Answer- Cross cultures. Sixth Answer- The imbalance of sex ratio. Seventh Answer- The short temper and restlessness. Eight Answer- Did you know that Android has games where you rape women in the game and win?….I can go on and on.
WHEN WILL WE CHANGE? WHAT KIND OF HELL IS THIS?
“Beauty provokes harassment, the law says, but it looks through men’s eyes when deciding what provokes it.”
― Naomi Wolf