I know that this is just one of the many incidents that you may have read and usually i won't bother but j am so tired just really tired of being groped and touched everywhere just because i happen to be a woman. I still remember the first time i was touched without permission... I was a kid and didn't know better and thought it was just the way things were. The worst part? It was a relative! Then i grew up i realised that what happened was wrong but who do i tell it to? Who would believe me? Finally i told my friends and guess what? Mine was just a small drop in the big murky ocean of sexual predators who think it is okay to take advantage of a child just because they don't get caught. Well now i am an adult and i should be knowing better right? Let me tell you a story. Today i was travelling by a seater bus from Bangalore to Coimbatore. I boarded the bus and took my seat next to a very sweet woman. Then i tried to open the window n i couldnt so this wonderful man sitting behind helped me out and i smiled and thanked him. I have this apparently enviable character of being able to doze of immediately so i did and just some time back i woke up to hin rubbing my breast! Apparently my smile was an invitation!! And today i realised there is only so much i could do. I turned back to berate him while people just looked at me. He got up and left. Unopposed and in one piece to try again with somebody else some day. This is not the first and this won't be the last but other than hitting back what can i do? Wear appropriate clothes some might say...i was wearing a very loose and long top with a jacket over it... My next option would be a burkha if that's inappropriate. It is unfair that i have to finish nearly every journey disgusted and very very very angry. It's very exhausting and frustrating.

Just a thought

At the end of three years where a wide horizon of choices are suddenly once again your priority it’s hard not to reflect back on the life you have lived in a place that you have never grown to like. My college is and will always remain a symbol for conformity and utter suppression of the freedom, the freedom that we must’ve in order to become good professionals in our chosen fields. Here it was only meant to be on paper and not in action. The college, I don’t really have anything good to say but the people who I met will always linger…if not in the future at least in faint memories. I do regret a lot of things but I do not regret the person I have become today and the people who surround and our closest to me. Here, I found people who have formed a base on which my future life is going to be structured on. These are the people who have put up with my tantrums and made me feel like I could love myself again no matter whoever didn’t. In these three years I have made people love me and people hate me and I do not regret those moments of hate because that just molded me further into the person I am. Today I am feeling very introspective… I am thinking about the girl who left everything and just moved… she suffered through heartbreak, backstabbing and failure. There were long nights where she sat up just crying feeling more alone than ever. Incidents made sure that the crying didn’t stop at night and sometimes followed her into the morning. She made friends, lost a few with no regrets and moved on with the ones that remained. She is me and as I once again decide to choose a path that will take me from the place that’s become so familiar to god knows where I won’t make the same mistakes again. I will never leave behind my base.