Being a girl in a city like Delhi is a tough job. Seriously. For instance, no matter what you wear, or how you look, some perverts will just not stop staring at you. It feels like they are raping you with their eyes.
One day, while coming from office in an auto, a guy went past me and made a kissing sound. I was horrified. What was he thinking? I'm a human, not an object! Still, I chose to ignore it.
Another time, when I was in an auto, coming from office, I saw a man, probably of my father's age, in a car, staring at me. I ignored it twice, but I'm not the type of girl who will let anyone just leech at her. So made an action with my hand, asking him what was his problem. He probably got embarrassed, and stopped staring.
The most shocking incidence that happened to me was when three guys in a car, who were probably younger than me, started following me when I left from office. They were waving at me, blowing kisses, and staring like they have never seen a girl before. Honestly, I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I kept hoping that they don't follow me to my place.
A point came when I couldn't take it any longer. The staring and waving was just increasing. So I showed the guys a middle finger, and I don't know why, they went another way. I was happy, but scared as well. What if the same happened to another girl? What if she is not lucky like me and gets raped?
A woman is not an object. She is a human. She is someone's daughter. Someone's sister. Someone's mother.
She is the one who can give birth to a man. And the same man disrespects her.
Crime against women doesn't just end there. There are cases of domestic violence, acid attacks, molestation, rape, and kidnapping.
What the Indian man has to learn, is that women are not objects. Her clothes are not a way to attract a man, or to lure him into thinking that she wants to get raped. She has the right to live freely. She has the right to wear and do whatever she wants.
Even if she roams on the street naked, no man has the right to touch her.
One day, while coming from office in an auto, a guy went past me and made a kissing sound. I was horrified. What was he thinking? I'm a human, not an object! Still, I chose to ignore it.
Another time, when I was in an auto, coming from office, I saw a man, probably of my father's age, in a car, staring at me. I ignored it twice, but I'm not the type of girl who will let anyone just leech at her. So made an action with my hand, asking him what was his problem. He probably got embarrassed, and stopped staring.
The most shocking incidence that happened to me was when three guys in a car, who were probably younger than me, started following me when I left from office. They were waving at me, blowing kisses, and staring like they have never seen a girl before. Honestly, I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I kept hoping that they don't follow me to my place.
A point came when I couldn't take it any longer. The staring and waving was just increasing. So I showed the guys a middle finger, and I don't know why, they went another way. I was happy, but scared as well. What if the same happened to another girl? What if she is not lucky like me and gets raped?
A woman is not an object. She is a human. She is someone's daughter. Someone's sister. Someone's mother.
She is the one who can give birth to a man. And the same man disrespects her.
Crime against women doesn't just end there. There are cases of domestic violence, acid attacks, molestation, rape, and kidnapping.
What the Indian man has to learn, is that women are not objects. Her clothes are not a way to attract a man, or to lure him into thinking that she wants to get raped. She has the right to live freely. She has the right to wear and do whatever she wants.
Even if she roams on the street naked, no man has the right to touch her.
