Dear S,
I received the pack which you had ordered online. I was happy and
sad at the same time, when I opened it. Happy, because I got a feeling of courage when I saw it.
Sad, because it was a symbol of revelation that I am no longer safe on roads.
Even with that Pepper Spray bottle tied to my cross bag, I was so
scared to come to M.G.Road today. I have not been scared of travelling alone ever in my life, even
in the wee hours of the day. But today, the travel from Jayanagar to M.G.Road, that
too at 6.30 in the evening, in that auto, made me realize that I have lost all
the courage I had. With all these things happening around us, I felt so weak.
In that half an hour of travel - I was preparing myself to use
Pepper spray-I was thinking what to do if he deviates the auto to the wrong
route-what if Pepper spray wouldn't work properly-how to contact you when I am
in danger - A sequence of events disturbed my mind. At the end of the journey, I was relieved
that nothing happened to me, but some other thought was disturbing me. At the same time, another girl might have faced those situations for real.
Rape Rape Rape… from new born baby to old lady...there is no
discrimination for the rapists. They just need a hole to
satisfy their momentary desire.
I am so fed up with all this. Do you know, when did I hear the word
Rape for the first time in my life? It was when I was in 6th std. One day morning, my parents were having discussion about that day’s news. I could see
the shock in their face. I understood that something brutal has taken place.Yes..It was Suryanelli rape case which happened in Kerala. No one told me
what exactly rape is. But my mom told me to keep myself away from strangers.
A few days after that incident, when I was playing with my brothers,
one guy from the nearby shop came to my house to deliver rice. When my brothers
went out with that guy’s bike, I was there alone at my home. I can never forget
that picture of mine. A lil innocent girl in a blue pinafore. He asked me to give him a
kiss. I refused. Again he held me near him and asked a kiss. I refused – I ran
out - he followed me- I didn’t know what to do –My brothers came – I was happy
– but he went out and told them that they can use his bike for one more round-he deliberately wanted to keep them away- I
lost all my hope- I was angry at my brothers-I ran to the bathroom –the only
room which had a tight lock-locked door – he persistently banged on the door- I
was afraid- I was scared – I was shaking- I don’t remember how much time I sat
there.
I opened the door when I heard the voice of my brothers. I came
out – I cried – I cried loudly. When my parents came back from office , I told them that I was raped
as in suryanelli case. They got scared. When I explained to them the whole
thing, they laughed. My father talked in favour of that guy. He told me that
asking a kiss is not rape. He told me that, that guy was a boy just like my
brothers. I was relaxed to see them laugh but I was not fully convinced. Now I
know one thing for sure. If I had not known about Suryanelli case or rape at
that time, I would not have locked myself in that bathroom. I would be writing
this as a rape victim, considering the fact that, that guy is in jail now for
some other serious crimes.
Okay..you might have got bored of this letter. I just wanted to share
with you this much.When we talk about rape, punishments, castrations etc, why
don’t we start doing something from our part?
We will take a pledge that we will no longer be shy in using words
like sex, condom, masturbation or anything with our children. Let them know
what all these things are at the right age. Let us not hide anything from him
and create curiosity in him about woman.
We will take a pledge that - If we are having a girl we will make her learn
Martial arts along with her academics/music classes, with the same priority.
She should know to defend herself. If he is a boy, we will educate him that a
woman’s life is not an answer for his teenage curiosity and that she is not just
an instrument to satisfy his sexual needs.
Let us convert our anger into constructive action.
I dream of a world, where a girl knows to take care of herself and where boys respect girls.
My prayers to all the girls out there.
R.I.P Nirbhaya.
Love
Asha.