You get scared easily, don’t you?
These lines uttered by my sister brought me back into the moment when I was lost in the honking of the hopelessly clogged traffic as we passed by a beautiful lake in my city!

It was extremely crowded this day, like I’ve never seen before.
Few minutes before this conversation, stuck amidst the traffic, I experienced, lustful eyes of some not so eligible bachelor’s and even men in their late fourties, who might stop their daughters to wear short skirts, trying hard to take measurements of my not so curvy curves, and trying to perform stunts just close to our two wheeler in that traffic, where the only thing everyone was interested in seeing was an open road. So basically gone badly unnoticed, but yeah they were successful in affecting my peace.
At that moment I asked my sister to take an u-turn and take a different route, to which she responded with a laugh saying “You get scared easily, don’t you?”
And I answered “yes” and we both were quiet after that. We came back home, from the same route.

It’s been few weeks to that day now, but I still feel uncomfortable imagining that scene.
Yes I get scared easily, yes I change my route when I see a gang of boys standing in a corner of a road.. why?
Maybe because I don’t want a few strangers who mean nothing to me to spoil my life in anyway.
By spoiling I don’t mean physical abuse only, by that I mean hampering my peace of mind, the freedom which I deserve to feel when I step out of my house.

I have certain bad experiences in life because of which I feel it’s always better to take back a step than to be an epitome of heroism.
Being born and brought up in quite a liberal family I never really had any time restrictions, until I made them for myself.

I still remember when I was in class 8th, a man, in his early thirties used to follow me, on my way to school, I can still feel how my heart used to beat so fast that I could almost hear my heart beat, drumming my eardrums, until one day my teacher found out and then I don’t know how, that man never showed up again.
I never told my parents about this incident and I’ll never know why!

How easily one act of a few minutes affects a whole day or a week or sometimes life of a person.
A PERSON. I am not mentioning A GIRL here.
Yes a person, why do I have to try so hard to prove my existence every time?
As if I’m not a human, I’m a different species landed a long back from some different planet!

I see a lot of people posting, writing about feminism and protesting hard for rights of women in the society.
Before it hits the nerve of an absolute feminist, let me tell you, I’m writing this not because I don’t believe in equality or denying that a concept like feminism was needed to bring women at par but I just feel weird because over the time I felt it’s not only about freedom and equality of all, rather it’s about portraying a woman as a total different species, who bleed every month, who bears pain to give birth, who shapes your home and what not!

Don’t you think, it is something for which a woman must be glorified than to use these blessings as a point of argument in proving who’s above whom and why?

I started this article with the problems that a female faces in the society. What do you think, is it only women who faces physical, verbal abuse or domestic violence? The answer is a big no. A considerable number of males have dealt with such situations as well, maybe in their childhood or workplace, in relationships or anywhere.

So such victims also need some special attention or posts or articles in their support. Don’t they?

The dogmatic attitude for certain very sensitive issues that we have will never let us come out of this delusional cocoon, and there would be no such thing as humans. The only thing that will come out of that cocoon is a living being, which will be categorized as a male or a female but never a human!

Instead of making being of a woman such a big issue we should focus on a bigger issue of humanity which is becoming extinct in our progress of protest.
Once humanity will become the religion, the belief and the shrine, no categories would be needed then for the mankind!

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