With everyone’s compass pointing towards the north and waiting to seek some direction, I can seldom concentrate on living my life. I had to wait for almost 30 minutes to get into an auto as it was nearing 8.30 pm and sub consciously my heart was racing, mind was restless and there was a sense of fear and agony running through my spine and I was aghast knowing how I’m feeling and that is when I realized each women in the country is going thru the same, immaterial of how safe she thinks she is. The nation that was once culture rich is no more the same and has become rape rich. At times I really wish the Mayans were right and the world should have ended and made way for a new world free of anger, guilt, cruelty and crimes.
Why should a women dress from top to bottom covered in clothes to be safe in this country? The girl who was raped was not in her minimal clothes, it is not WE women who the problem is. As much as we women were taught to distance ourselves from men right from the time of our puberty, men should be taught too to respect women and treat her with dignity from a young age. The problem is in the grass roots, India as a nation is always been reactive towards the issues and never been proactive enough. Our thoughts have got done and dusted as we are always watching what others do and take the back seat comfortably. Our mindset has changed, we do not want to voice what we think and what is right, and if we do then we are called activists. WE are comfortable switching the numerous news channels and updating the latest news and make our way to gossip at our office coffee stands. We love updating our Facebook and twitter status with sympathy messages and wait for the number of likes in it. We love to always pass the blame to the person sitting next to us. Heart attacks always happen to the neighbor right? We as a country love to mourn, and the owners of chart paper and candles stores are more than happy to take that to their advantage and boost their sales. Government tells women to take precautionary measures, may I ask like what? Should we walk with a knife in our hand 24 hours? Should we go with or brothers and fathers to the restroom even which is not spared!! Should we get into an auto keeping the alarm sound out in the open? We women want to live a normal life and not a life of compromise for some ruthless people waiting to eat some flesh.
We do not ask the nation to let us walk in a bikini at 11 pm but let us walk with our dignity at any hour of the day. We don’t need to protest but we need to educate the India of tomorrow, the young India should be taught about values, about gender-diversity and what lies ahead in the future if such things happen in their life. Their minds should be sown with seeds of sisterhood and value for life. The media should be taught the word sensitivity more and sensation less and what needs to be projected and what not. The TRP’s should not matter at times of heartache and dejection. The only exclusivity the news channels should look to is getting justice for the issues projected.
I can’t stop thinking about the Delhi victim. I have no relation to her except the gender we share in common but, no; I can’t stop thinking of her. What would she be doing?? Cry? Wait for justice? Scared? Scarred? Angry? How I wish I could tell her that being strong is the only option that she has. How I wish I could tell her she has created a pathway for a new India to awaken. How I wish I could tell her that the day she was raped, India was raped as well. How I wish I could tell her that the whole nation is on her side and praying for her to come out of the her own grave that she is been put into, alive. But when will the society come out of the grave that it’s dug itself into, a grave filled with crimes, murders, anger, criminals, mindless politicians, corruption and lack of humanity. How I wish I could tell her that the whole of India just watched her and did nothing for to be safe, I’m sorry my girl for I have let you down just like every other citizen in India has. Is this the reason why the “lady of the law” has blind folded her eyes? It is time she opens those to see what is happening around her, it is time she uses her sword to punish those criminals responsible for this unforgivable act.
It is not about Delhi, it is about India, for women are the nerves that twine the nation together. Oh girl, how do I tell you what has happened to you, for life will never be the same? Oh girl, how do I make you see the world the same way as before? Forgive me, for I have failed with the rest of the country in creating a good India to live in. How do I tell you that the government is still not sure what to do with the animals that caused you this trauma? How do I tell you that it is not just the law that needs to be changed, but the people too? Oh girl, please hang on, and fight. Fight till you see the dawn of the day. Fight till you see the birds fly high. Fight till you see the sunset again. Fight till you see yourself again. For I crave those animals go to their grave. As I lay my eyes on god, oh girl you are all that we got. Oh girl how much weight will u bare, for we use your shoulders to shelter our anguish? How do I live a normal life, for the country is still in dearth for rapes? How do I build my dreams, when the country that seems to fulfill them remains asleep? How do I tell you girl, for it is just not you, but it’s “Mother India” that is been raped as well?
Oh girl, I can’t stop thinking about you, for tomorrow it could be ME.
Women of today, oh how dumb r they…!!
Well, being a woman and writing this is little awkward but the time has come and the vein has spoken… lol. .Not trying to copy a Monica from F.R.I.E.N.D.S…!
Women today are dumb.. I mean, seriously dumb…They select the man they want by weighing his wallet.. Well, girls aren’t u supposed to see couple of inches to the side below ? 😉 There is a friend of mine who is been single for quite some time and gave up on girls and opted for an Arranged marriage and his mother has been looking out for a girl for over 5 years now and nobody is even close to saying YES to him.. He is well read, works with an MNC and earns decently to afford a pair of METRO if not a JIMMY CHOO, but yet no luck. One girl actually asked him to mail his salary slip to check if he is earning well enough. I mean, who would so such things?!?
As much as man expects a girl to be a virgin, we expect him to be a cash cow, and milk money forever. The thing to look for a man is no longer the 12 inches above the neck but his 6 inches below the waist and a fat wallet. All women want is the cookie molded IIT + 10 years’ experience in IT + 25 lacs pa. Well girls, it’s not a holiday package that u look for if u dint know.. It has its own terms and conditions too then. Even at 28, women refuse to grow up above the neck… The inches are 36 below the neck but actually in minus above it….
Men like women and not girls…. High school boys like girls… Men like women who are intellectual above, not just below, for that there are professionals.. There was this friend of mine who was scooting for a bride and he read this post that said “Looking for a handsome engineer, earning 20 lacs pa with green card…” on the matrimonial site. Well, shouldn’t u be looking for a man and not a ATM machine…? U should understand, engineers and handsome are mutually exclusive.. ! but jokes apart, life was much simpler when we demanded Greeting cards instead of green cards.
Green card possession is not a quality nor is a fat bank balance. It is the person inside the skin that maters the most in the long term. The 12 inches above the neck and the 6 inches below the waist will fade away and so will the money. It sounds cheesy but lets face it, that’s the fact of life. I fail to understand why a women has her qualities to look for in marrying a man all wrong…I don’t know if it is the influence of the society, friends or peer pressure, but women of today look at marriage as a T 20 match, short and exciting and before u know, the game is over.
Marriage is a life-long commitment provided it is with the right person and deciding the right person does not come by judging his face or his base. With the economic slowdown, no matter how much the guy earns, it is never secured. So why bother looking at it as ur first priority?! After a year of marriage is when it all actually begins and u get to know one another. Marriage is what that happens after the wedding. A big fat wedding is just a gate pass, the actually game starts at home. It is not about one day, but every day. How we adjust and understand our man every day, and evolve in the relationship. It is about making love and not having sex, which can happen only when u love the person behind the bank balance. It is about completing each other and not competing with each other. It is about being friends first and then man and wife later.
We don’t see the bank balance of our friends before we decide to become his/her friend, do we? Then why with the man we marry…? Am not saying marry a person with no money, all I’m saying is be fair and don’t judge a man by his ability to earn but by his ability to keep u happy and that can come only when u give him a fair chance to prove that to you. At the end, what really matters is the everyday happiness u get and for that u need to revive the marriage every day, it is difficult, no doubt, but it is worth a try for what u can get in return.
Give the man a chance, u never know marrying him might turn out to be the best decision of ur life. A good human is who will keep u happy and not a good credit card. A man who stands by you at ur worst is far better than the one buying a diamond when u were at your best. A man who is honest and keeps u in a small house is better than a man who keeps u in a villa and is never with u to enjoy it. A man who loves u is better than the man u love(d)…
So, I will conclude by saying that as much as a man is nasty, we women are too in selecting the man we want to spend our lives with. A good hearted average man is any day better than a cruel millionaire.
P.S – My blog just gets interesting as u come to the bottom…..just like the bottom of the….. heart, what were u thinking? 😉 😉