That morning I woke up feeling happy, yet a bit lazy too. It was the last day of my vacation and the next day I was supposed to start my internship. All those years of hard work and midnight lanterns have finally given me the two letters I earned for line. Dr. And now after this internship, I can actually practice my profession. Can make my parents proud. Gain them back what all they gave up for my studies.
But one night movie with a male friend changed my life; in fact ended my life and dreams. If only I didn’t get into that bus, if only I had called a cab or just walked... I would have been still alive. The moment I stepped inside the bus, I knew something is not right. Maybe from the way those men stared at us, or the way they talked to my friend. But never in my dream had I thought they would actually dare to touch me. And touch me and crawl on me where all. I wanted to be doctor, to ease the pain of others. But I was forced to undergo such pain, I didn’t even realize existed. Never in life had I felt that humiliated and vulnerable. Never before I wanted just to lose conscious and not know what these so called humans were doing to me. After hours ... after they have done with me ... they tossed us out of the bus like some trash. Not even once, considering us as fellow humans.And when those abusers acted inhumane, the passersby acted cruelly. They just ignored to see us. I am actually glad I’m no more living in that world, where no one is bothered about anyone. No one cares about others pain or sufferings.
But I forgive them. I forgive those 6 men who shattered my life and led me through heart wrenching pains and gave my parents lifelong loss. I forgive those passersby who ignored us and who could have helped us if they had a bit of humanity in them. But how could I forgive people who actually had the nerve to point their fingers on me for been abused. How could I forgive them for telling the world that going out with a male friend after dark is against our culture? How could I forgive the rapist who said that I woman shouldn’t have fought back when she’s raped? But I should have been silent and allowed them to do whatever they want to do with my body. They say Indian culture is the best culture. And without missing a beat they also said that in the best culture there’s no place for women. I wonder how a man who said he would put petrol on her and set her alight, actually be called a father. No woman wants someone to address her as a gem or diamond or a soft flower. But she just wants to be treated equal or at least in a respected way. She just wants to live in a country where she is not accused of been the victim, where she have the right to sue the people who ruptured her life or where the public figures of the country don't have the nerve to insult women in public and gain popularity for the same. We just want to live our life, they way we want and not the way the society implies us.
I am happy now. I am happy that I don’t have to worry about what I’ll have to wear in order not provoke men. Glad that I don’t have to stand in front a mirror and check from all the angles to see whether my skin is been exposed. Relieved that I don’t have to fear the dark and the ferocious animals that roam around at that night waiting to prowl on me. I am in a happier place where men and women are just beautiful souls. And if ever I’ll have another life, I just wish to be born into world were a human being is treated and seen with humanity and concern.
Peace to all.
And stay strong and together in love.
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