Where the hell does it stop?!
You walk on roads, you get it there.
You wait for a bus , you get it there.
You get on the bus, you get it there too.
I can't go on writing where all you get it, because the moment you step out of your house, the male population around you seems to waiting to get a share of whatever you can offer. An "excusable slip" of the hand, a remark to testify how bloody horny they are, or they might just rape you with their eyes.
Here is a recent "event" of my life. While coming back from my college, wondering about the number of assignments to be done, and abusing a few teachers in my head, I felt a whack on my cheek. And no, it was not the almighty's command to behave myself, it was some *&^%*#@ who wanted to have his share of fun. Of course stoning is entertaining.
What I wonder about is how the hell do you vent your urges by stoning people?! Not that frisking and fondling girls in buses is going to help much, but stoning?
The worst part remains that many blame people from small towns, illiterates and the likes. But this evil cannot be blamed on any part of society as such. In the poshest areas of the city, while waiting for dad, in broad daylight, there was a guy standing next to me, on a Harley Davidson Fat Bob.
Talking on his phone in fluent English he was asking about some graduate course.
And before leaving, with a smug look on his face, he had a question for me too, "Maal degi kya?"
And you if belong to the lot who thinks clothes provoke people, I only wear kurtis.
And the argument is useless anyway. We women should be raping half the population of the city by now, with the number of them peeing on the road!
Bloody hell dammit, maybe YOU think it's a mans world.
But I choose to live here anywhich way I choose.
**** you.
You walk on roads, you get it there.
You wait for a bus , you get it there.
You get on the bus, you get it there too.
I can't go on writing where all you get it, because the moment you step out of your house, the male population around you seems to waiting to get a share of whatever you can offer. An "excusable slip" of the hand, a remark to testify how bloody horny they are, or they might just rape you with their eyes.
Here is a recent "event" of my life. While coming back from my college, wondering about the number of assignments to be done, and abusing a few teachers in my head, I felt a whack on my cheek. And no, it was not the almighty's command to behave myself, it was some *&^%*#@ who wanted to have his share of fun. Of course stoning is entertaining.
What I wonder about is how the hell do you vent your urges by stoning people?! Not that frisking and fondling girls in buses is going to help much, but stoning?
The worst part remains that many blame people from small towns, illiterates and the likes. But this evil cannot be blamed on any part of society as such. In the poshest areas of the city, while waiting for dad, in broad daylight, there was a guy standing next to me, on a Harley Davidson Fat Bob.
Talking on his phone in fluent English he was asking about some graduate course.
And before leaving, with a smug look on his face, he had a question for me too, "Maal degi kya?"
And you if belong to the lot who thinks clothes provoke people, I only wear kurtis.
And the argument is useless anyway. We women should be raping half the population of the city by now, with the number of them peeing on the road!
Bloody hell dammit, maybe YOU think it's a mans world.
But I choose to live here anywhich way I choose.
**** you.
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