I’m sorry that I’m a woman. I’m sorry for daring. I’m sorry for believing that a man and a woman are equal. It was obviously very unreasonable and preposterous of me to even imagine that even we,the timid, weak, oppressed part of the society have a voice.
Obviously, we were created for doing your laundry, cleaning the house, cooking, making babies, taking care of the babies,voicelessly agree with your opinions, not be stupid enough to disagree with you.
We should just let you rape. Because that’s the only thing that defines us. Our vaginae. Oh, and also our cooking skills.
You can come alone, pairs, groups or whatever number you’d like. You can be my brother’s friend, my cousin, my dad’s colleague, a neighbour, my boss, my husband or even a stranger. It really doesn’t matter. I mean, how does it affect us, after all.
You can assault us in public, molest us in public transportation, or just gag us, take us to a deserted place and rape us. You could kill us if you’d want to. It’s really your call.
I don’t know what my parents were thinking! Enrolling me into a good school!? Sheesh. Ridiculous. I should have stayed home, learnt to cook, learnt to dress, learnt to shut up, and learnt to agree with whatever the hell you choose to do with me.
I mean, when I wear shorts, or a dress, clearly, I’m just asking you to rape me. Isn’t it obvious?
I shall always wear a a saree, cover my face with the ghoonghat (veil).
I shouldn’t be having friends. ( Male friends? What am I? A slut!?) I shouldn’t get out of the house. I shall come back home early because it’s my duty of course. Who do I think I am? A citizen of India? A free, liberal woman? Bullshit.
I’m your slave.
Only then I’m a good woman who is following the Indian culture. Otherwise, just a bitch with a vagina.
Actually, wait. I won’t end my letter there. I own this blog, I went to school, I learnt to speak. All that effort, wasn’t so you could drag me one day and use me and throw me like I’m toilet paper.
I shall whisper in the beginning, raise my voice, try to get you to hear what I’m saying. It wouldn’t enter your perverted brain, so I will shout.
I will shout with all the strength my lungs will give me. I will shout with all the frustration that was buried in me.
If you still can’t hear, I’m going to bring every woman I know, and we’re going to shout to repair your obscene deafness. I know, We know, you don’t like to hear women’s voices.
I don’t care. We don’t care.
Sometimes (very rarely), I feel like, brutally punishing you, castrating you, won’t mend the morally deficient conscience you have.
You should all be taken, your ages reversed back to 4 (when you, hopefully, weren’t perverts) and sent to a school.
Grow mentally, physically and morally.
It’s not the documentary that should be banned. It’s eve teasing, molestation, rape, murder. And also, Honey Singh songs and M.L. Sharma, the defence lawyer of those rapists. ( You should listen to the things he said. The link to it is at the end of the article.)
A tiny reason why this is happening, is because of some women. No, not the way they dress, not the friends they have, not the time they come home, nor their sex life.
It’s because of those women who believe that they’re below men. They feel like they need a man’s protection. A man is the only reason a woman should live.
It’s etched in their minds that they’re inferior. It wouldn’t have been like that if they’d gotten education.
So, here I am. Daring to disagree with you. Daring to raise my voice. Daring to say, with all the confidence I can muster, “You will be defeated and you will be defeated by women.”
So get secure with your “manliness” because you’re going to be defeated by women. You may cringe with disgust. But we will take you down. And any woman who’s reading this, remind yourself that you, can do anything you want.
You can dress however, be with whoever and talk however you want. You know why? You’re strong.
We’re not smaller, inferior or below you.
Now I’ll end my letter.
P.S. Please don’t misinterpret this as against all men. There are millions of decent men who are with us and support us and we are in this together. This is not male bashing.
This open letter is from Ashika’s Blog .