Yes I am a Girl
Yes I am a girl. A girl of a double
standard, biased, hypocritical 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 hypocritical nature
of them. Am I just an object of desire, do I exist only in nonliving idol form
and this living form of mine does not belong to me?
I am a girl who is eve teased
every 10 minutes, physically harassed every 20 minutes and raped every half an
hour. I feel extremely secured in the closed walls of temples but out on the
streets I feel vulnerable. I am afraid to walk alone, to take public transport
as the lewdness which I see in the eyes of my worshipers makes me paranoid. I don’t
ask much, just an ounce of respect. Don’t tell me to dress properly, ask
yourself, do you have any right to do so.
Disgustingly, I am a girl who is ashamed,
embarrassed and mortified to be born in Indian society.
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