I CONFESS-I AM A RAPE VICTIM

A CONFESSION :: 

YES ! I HAVE BEEN RAPED- a confession by an Indian woman ( on behalf of all the Indian woman)

The caption ! yes! A fleeting majority of you must have smirked or shrugged when your retina perceived it. Lestways the word ‘rape’- the epitome of obscenity I presume?..did catch your rapt attention ..Did it not? OMG! WTFSHEESH—are our general reactions when we hear or read about traumatizing rape headlines making way into millions. The rotten lot may also comment dignantly –‘Oh! The girl , she was one character-less woman ! ‘Talk about compassion .

I am a staunch feminist and I do not hate men.Hating would be a thing too easy to do !! Oxymoronic much they say that’Rape flattens on the minds of men like maggots on a garbage dump’...Believing in a self thinking commodity I voiceferously disagree. Real men do not rape! Those gruesome, brutal lot who prey mercilessly on the bare flesh of the fairer sex ought to be categorized under a different tagline-BEASTS or MONSTERS perhaps! And I am making this point clear because at this juncture when matters of grave concern await our attention-a petty bicker between a man and a woman is the least that we can afford.

Every 20 minutes a girl is sexually harassed in India. The fumes of anger had not settled down after the Nirbhaya Delhi Gangrape Case and lo! Behold !-sprung up another ‘Guriya’ Rape case(only to name a few)..These heart-wrenching modes of torment would have been recklessly shoved  in the statistical records if not for the death-ly apparatus-rods, candles and bottle bits  used! Such is the extent to which the girl child is subjected to injustice in our nation!

Being a woman (now) I honestly fell caged, captivated and imprisoned in my own body. 64 years of Independence and down the lane ‘fear’ in every form is what the Indian woman has acquired.It is time-HIGH TIME! That I (on behalf of every Indian woman) confess to the world(dominated by the masculine) that I too am a rape victim and I get raped every single day....and I am afraid that this cycle will perpetuate until I breathe my very last.

‘Rape embodies sexuality as the culture defines it’- Let us now give rape a broader spectrum and accepts with humility that we are all victims . Common! We are the second most populous nation in the world..Every 6^th person in the world is an Indian-Talk about birth control..LOL!—we sure can appeal to alter one meaning of the Thesaurus!

Eve-teasing! Getting teased has now become a part and parcel of life for me. No! I am not a coward but how do you expect me to deal and fight back with more than 10 pigs in a single day? Sometimes harsh verbal comments tend to scar my dignity but then I console myself saying’Koi nahi hota hain ( It happens).. Is it actually supposed to happen?..Am I born just to listen to these remarks I know nothing about?

Many a times in a crowded place I find a hand struggling upto my breast or my butt without nobody witnessing it. The body touched was mine and I felt it , the guilt remains in my heart. Meekly my wounded heart whisphers a question to my conscience-‘Why are you ashamed? Shouldn’t they be ashamed who took undue advantage of your innocence?...I do not have an answer...

I walk across the street and get brutally assaulted-this time visually! Their eyes had a feast-Thanks to the tit buts of my naked flesh from here and there (wear a half sleeve Tee-your arms will serve the purpose of a buffet in India).However I try to give a stern look of disapproval-works sometimes! But mostly I am compelled to give up and look down at the ground.

Every time I travel through auto rikshaws-I catch the perverted drivers adjusting their mirrors to again catch a glimpse of my uncovered skin. Lecherous! They are!—Let alone the uncertainty of reaching my destination!

When you get raped you are sexually harassed and abused unlawfully without your permission and ultimately when the cannibals have quenched the thirst of their lust  you are dumped nude in some gutter !You loose your self esteem completely!That is the ultimate outcome!—The remarks, touches, comments, experiences mentioned above if cumulated and accurately mixed in proportion will amount to a 100 gangrapes!

So? What do we do now?-Adopt the lgal procedure and lodge an F.i.r ?Trust me  - the fat policeman with a moustache will laugh out loud at your face! Mind you ‘Justice for women does not exist in the legal system of India’. In our country Rape is the only crime where the victim becomes the accused and in reality it is she who must prove her good reputation, mental soundness, impeccable purity and sanctity! Truth is bitter.

Next? Protests!!! Revolutions!!Speaking for our undermined rights?? Hell no! You will be ‘lathi-charged’ anyways and if you are a girl the police man will not hesitate to slap you so hard that your ear will start to bleed (with reference to delhi guriya rape protests) and Lo! I am still fantasizing about justice!As of now the next time somebody asks you in a rapid fire round *ever sexually assaulted?*-Promptly reply-Yes! Obviously-I live in India you see*

TO ALL YOU MEN!

TO ALL YOU WOMEN !

An attempt to revamp my nation (L-RON Oraganization)member-Deepsikha ! 
mermaid_lady@rocketmail.com

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THAT LADY ON THE STREET!

The sun shines to the best of its ability thus filling the prevailing atmosphere with mirth and gaiety. The city (Siliguri) of West Bengal yet again bustles up with the din of its noisy humdrum. The busy traffic single-mindedly whizzes past, the crowd runs a rat race towards something or nothing at all! Yet to utter dismay not one soul cares to halt, sensitize, feel and ponder about the lady who sits there all day and all night over the heap of stones staring at some distant vacant point.

Her attire and appearance would frighten you. She is donned with a considerable amount of criss-cross of wrinkles across her pallor. Her unkempt, grey keratin sways wildly in the strong breeze. If examined closely on can sight the colony of ‘scar copies scabies’ (lice) running helter-skelter over her forehead. Multiple layers of dirt and filth over her face-‘Does she even recall her original skin color?’-one can wonder! Round red pieces of glassware whish adorn her meek wrist jingle as she claps her hand at the sight of a school bus. ‘Could she have been educated in her past?’. The sacred-bangles! Are a clue that she might have been married and happy –once upon a good time !. She gets up, her torn and tattered attire showacases ‘unwilling obscenity’. As she tries to walk in vain , she is compelled to sit down again with a jerk, agonising in withering pain as she keeps her hand over her genital area. Sigh ! What could have been the cause the ‘excruciating’ pain?- A mere infection that could amount to a serious STD if not treated? Or a brutal/ many brutal sexual abuses that follow and haunt her every single night as she sits over her heap of stones unguarded and unprotected, her bare flesh serving as a prey to the vicious drooling wolves who cannot take charge of their libido and lust.

This was but – a plight of a single ‘mentally-ill, destitute woman who dwells under the night sky in a shady Indian street (Of Siliguri-West Bengal).Statistics show the possibility of more than 1,50,000 such women flourishing in the nooks and corners of our ‘indifferent’ nation.

About the lady mentioned above-flying and jocular rumours have it that some drunkards put over her face a mask of some Bollywood actor (because they were disgusted of her filthy face) and gangraped her!! When this true/untrue (nobody bothered to find out) news reached the people- a striking majority ‘laughed out loud’at the innovative idea of the bollywood mask! Has humanity lost all its essence? With the given factual description I attempt to spread awareness  about the deplorable and sporadic conditions of our nation (dipped in mordernization) among the public comprising of ‘you’ and ‘me’. Also, you may call it a request, reminder of duty or label me as a’harbinger’ of unwanted trouble but as a responsible youth of the nation I (On behalf of my organization L-RON. ) humbly put forward a pleato the local governing bodies and functioning NGOs to kindly look into this grave matter and take necessary steps for the rehabitiliation of the ‘mentally retarted-sexually abused-women-of Indian streets’.

·         Nationwide there are only 37 state run mental hospitals.

·         There are 3500 registered psychiatrists. (i.e. 3 per million)

·         Needed accommodation in rehabs (as concerned) is 1,00,000-available seats are 2000.

·         Currently 4 half way shelter homes are sanctioned by the Government-built none!

Mind baffling! Flabbergasting!—We know it but now it is not the time to lament over the spilt milk. It is ‘high time’ to bring about a necessary change in the way the things are functioning in our nation.

 So the next time you see a ‘lati’ (i.e. a mentally unfit person in the local dialect) instead of “ewwwww-ing” and passing lewd remarks, for a change let compassion overpower your soul. Feel her pain, imagine the horrid conditions through which she must have battled, try to look for the “lady” in her and when you have accomplished this strenuous task waste no time in spreading awareness about her wretched conditions( that is the most you can do at your level) so that the people in power exercise their powers for the welfare of these”children of a lesser god”

As Putlibai (father of Mohan Das Karamchand Gandhi once said”If in your lifetime you succed in saving or improving a single person’s life your life is a success).

 PS: The lady is mentally unsound so it was a difficult task to capture her in a film ( Kindly excuse the quality )