A Letter Filled With Rage

Dear Perverted Indian men,

This is to let you know that as a mature and sensible young girl, I have decided to forgive the indecency that you are forced to exhibit every opportunity that you are presented with.

I understand that we are a sexually repressed country so there aren’t many alternatives for you to dispel your sexual energy other than rubbing yourself against a teenage girl in an overcrowded bus. I understand that raping your wife is barely enough so you are compelled to molest a minor. I understand that keeping your goods in your pants is a herculean task because you are no better than a stray dog that runs after every car he sees. The poor thing has no control over its instincts and neither do you. That’s all right. I understand. I understand that your friends are more impressed with your ability to terrify a woman than your career or education. It makes you manly, I know. I understand that your girlfriend doesn’t let you touch her so you are forced to derive pleasure from other girls who are already scared of going to the market alone. Considering your pitiful mindset, I don’t blame your girlfriend for not giving you any ‘action’, but I understand how excruciating it is for you. My sympathies.

I understand that all of you are not the same, but I do not know which of you to address. Young or old? Rich or poor? Educated or primary school drop-outs? For yesterday I saw a man stare unabashedly at the chest of a girl his grand-daughter’s age. And today I got the case of a woman married into a multi-millionaire family facing sexual abuse in her marital home. I have also seen rickshaw-Walla’s more respectful of women than many MBAs I have come across. So no, I don’t know which of you is a ‘safe bet’. And I have no way of knowing it.

But I want you to know that I understand. So I’m sorry for refusing to shun my spaghetti straps. I will walk down a lonely street if I want, though I know that may help you identify me as an easy target. I will not sit at home, burqa-clad. I know even a hint of flesh on display for your predator eyes spells trouble. But unfortunately I have a life too. I am aware of the fact that all my karate lessons will come to a naught if four of you decide to abduct me someday. But I still dare to walk with my head held high. I cannot possibly change how you think and I do not expect you to exercise those tiny brains of yours. I know it is too much effort and you would rather spend that energy whistling at a girl in your college canteen. So I don’t know how to help you. But I do apologize for the inconvenience caused to you by my being a girl.

Respectfully,

A girl who is disgusted by your attitude and sometimes wishes she could shoot you when she witnesses all that you think is within your rights to do as a man.

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P.S.

       1. Those of you who do not like the tone of this post and would have preferred a well-researched article written with clinical composure are free to feel offended. This is my blog and I will express my opinion whichever way I want. I had every intention to make the post outrageous or at least refrained from editing it to suit the sensibilities of most people. If I feel a certain way, I will write it exactly as such. All I expect from you is to let enough sense to prevail to know what point I am really making

        2.  You don’t get to make personal attacks on me hiding behind the cloak of anonymity. I had the guts to write this post with my identity known to whoever might read it. So if you want to call me pessimistic or question my attitude and world-view, come out in the open and do it. I’ll respect you more for it. Anonymous comments are intended to help readers share painful or embarrassing incidents/feelings, not so that you can attack me without even giving me the option of knowing who you are.