Yes I am a girl. A girl of a double standard, biased, hypocrit ical Indian society. I have endured oppression for generations. Be it murdering me prematurely, be it being considered a burden after the birth, be it eschewing me from education, be it being called someone destined to do household chores, be it marrying me at a tender age, be it being bitten by a drunkard husband, be it being asked to cover my face for inexplicable reasons, be it all the pains and trauma I have been through, I survived. I am also a girl of a society where males worship me. They go berserk to have a glimpse of me in temples. They even travel miles, barefoot, to please me. But, ironically, this devotion is subjected only to my idols. When it comes to the living ‘me’ the sheer lasciviousness of the same humans shakes me from within. I wonder if they thought of me in the same way when they came to my idols or may be the blunt weapons prevented them from doing so. I never understood this hypocr...