of...wat some might ask..well i am tired of walking in the streets protecting my face from people who throw acid at it...
i am tired of seeing men unzipping their pants in a public bus just to show they can get away with thrusting their balls on my face...
i am tired of people who dont care that such men exist
i am tired of being scared of walking in my neighbourhood after dark...
i am tired of telling people it doesnt matter wat you wear u get raped anyway...
i am tired of looking for places that re "safe"...i am tired!!!!!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
hmmm...so who am i again????
Grappeling with an identity crisis in a world of 1 billion??Welcome to my world. I am a face in the crowd. In India, you're always a face in some crowd(for every little thing here is crowded). I am a 22 year-old "normal" looking engineering student(part of a 2 lakh strong crowd) who works in an IT company(oh, don't even get me started on the numbers here!!)
I remember cursing V.S. Naipaul for looking at India with a tourist's perspective(I mean come on! He's not even an Indian. He belongs to West Indies!) He wrote very critically about how the moment he landed in India he was lost in a crowd without an identity.
Identity has a very sublime meaning here, we can have five cards in our wallets stating our identity and yet we may not be counted in the Nation wide census. Lack of a consistent Federal jurisdiction over basic ideas of preserving identity and internal rivalries among various administrative departments have led to such ambiguities. If I have a Voter's Identity card from Delhi and I have temporarily moved to Chennai, I still cannot vote for the country's general elections. Because apparently I don't "belong" to that constituency.
On a lighter note, a lot of things still make me cringe when I wake up every morning in this country, the fact that the whole world cracks up when Russell Peters says every Indian airport stinks of human shit. I used to think the guy is just making that up until I landed in the Chennai airport. Oh and yeah, here's a thought to Indian men, how about we call it even,I as a woman would stop wearing Jasmine on my hair, would stop clammering around in heels, would stop wearing Payal that distract you at work, just one request from me: Kindly STOP Peeing in public. No it's not a matter of convenience really, now it's a matter me being able to find one place in this city that doesn't smell of human urine. Just a little planning would do you good, really ask the women about bladder control I had to "wait" for eight hours in a bus journey from chennai to pallakkad because apparently the restraunts and hotels on the way seem to think women can grope in the darkness go to a bush in the middle of nowhere and squat without thinking about how many ways we are going to get raped there.
Did you guys know Afghanistani women get raped lesser than the average Indian women? So much for freedom and fight against Islamic rule huh?
Anyway this was just a vent to the frustrations of the one in the crowd...I'm begining to get suffocated so kindly make some room for me to breath in an odourless world...thank you..and mind you i do love my country just feel some places here have actually gone from bad to worse...
I remember cursing V.S. Naipaul for looking at India with a tourist's perspective(I mean come on! He's not even an Indian. He belongs to West Indies!) He wrote very critically about how the moment he landed in India he was lost in a crowd without an identity.
Identity has a very sublime meaning here, we can have five cards in our wallets stating our identity and yet we may not be counted in the Nation wide census. Lack of a consistent Federal jurisdiction over basic ideas of preserving identity and internal rivalries among various administrative departments have led to such ambiguities. If I have a Voter's Identity card from Delhi and I have temporarily moved to Chennai, I still cannot vote for the country's general elections. Because apparently I don't "belong" to that constituency.
On a lighter note, a lot of things still make me cringe when I wake up every morning in this country, the fact that the whole world cracks up when Russell Peters says every Indian airport stinks of human shit. I used to think the guy is just making that up until I landed in the Chennai airport. Oh and yeah, here's a thought to Indian men, how about we call it even,I as a woman would stop wearing Jasmine on my hair, would stop clammering around in heels, would stop wearing Payal that distract you at work, just one request from me: Kindly STOP Peeing in public. No it's not a matter of convenience really, now it's a matter me being able to find one place in this city that doesn't smell of human urine. Just a little planning would do you good, really ask the women about bladder control I had to "wait" for eight hours in a bus journey from chennai to pallakkad because apparently the restraunts and hotels on the way seem to think women can grope in the darkness go to a bush in the middle of nowhere and squat without thinking about how many ways we are going to get raped there.
Did you guys know Afghanistani women get raped lesser than the average Indian women? So much for freedom and fight against Islamic rule huh?
Anyway this was just a vent to the frustrations of the one in the crowd...I'm begining to get suffocated so kindly make some room for me to breath in an odourless world...thank you..and mind you i do love my country just feel some places here have actually gone from bad to worse...
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