The Storm of Indignation


Lately I have been writing on very gloomy topics but we need to stand up for what is right.

Yesterday I read in the paper that some sick guy groped at Bipasha’s bosom when she went to attend some puja & he also disappeared due to the commotion. No police complaint has been filed against him. And Bipasha was with John at that time. What the hell is this?

There are some lousy laws in Pakistan as well. The ones who forcibly fondle a female can go to jail for 3 years but in this society, females would never take a stand as everyone starts judging them. If something has happened with a female, then they put the blame on the victim. And the perpetrator goes around fondling others.

We all know how unfair Hudood laws are, particularly the Zina ordinance. These laws ought to be blotted out. They have done more harm than good, cause a law that doesn’t know the difference between rape & making out is as good as crap. Then the police is not at all trustworthy. Dragging someone to the court doesn’t ensure that justice would be granted as law is one thing & justice quite another.

We all read about that 3 year old child who was raped & then killed by 2 police men. Somehow they are being punished, which is good news.

Anyway I’m writing this as I have been thinking that people for the most part make it damn difficult for the victims. People also have serious issues with those who write about such crimes. I don’t think much of women who act as heartless bitches when they hear about these incidents. Either they have been through it & by denying all this, they are trying to prove something to themselves. I personally know women who actually like to make a scene out of somebody else’s misery. Since people love to presume, the 1st thing on their mind is that as to who is going to marry this female.

When I wrote on sexual harassment & narrated the incident of my teacher. 2 ladies from my circle tried their best to make me feel bad. The message I was trying to give in that write-up was that people make it all more bad for the victims or the ones who complain about sick bastards. This particular teacher also did something to a student in my class & she was quite pissed off. She said that she would drag him to the court. But then I don’t know why she backed off & it all happened before our finals. She did complain to the chairman. And believe it or not, I used to hear from girls of other departments that far worse things happen in the university.

You know when you help someone cross a crooked path, you help yourself. Although I can’t even comprehend the trauma of rape victims & those who have been abused in childhood but I have faced sexual harassment twice. 1st time it happened when I was 12 year old & I was coming with my younger brother from tuition centre. Unfortunately we didn’t wait for our car on that day. This uncle came & this entire forcible fondling thing happened. I felt so dirty but somehow after a year, I fell in love with this neighbor, so I was happy & that haunting memory for a few years subsided. The 2nd time it happened when I was seriously ill & I was 25 +. This bloody servant tried to do the same thing again & he also hit me on the head. I gave that bastard a good piece of my mind. I even told my mother & my younger brother but nothing was done. This bastard worked in our house for almost 20 years or so. He was also into stealing our animals. And I get to see this bastard from time to time. The thing is…every time I get the opportunity & I insult him & I don’t even feel bad about it but I’m never satisfied. I have a feeling that he goes around abusing young kids.

I have been against servants & I don’t know how parents trust them. These maids who take care of kids, can they be trusted? These chauffeurs & servants only wait for an opportunity. Of course everyone is not a criminal. Even we had some really good servants.

Few years ago, the staff at Aladin Park was involved in a couple of gang-rapes. They used to target the couples who thought that damn park was the best place to meet their loved ones & there the girls were being raped by this 6, 7 men. The manager too was involved.

It only takes a minute to change somebody’s life forever. I know I talk too much & I say things that people cannot even dare to imagine. I wanted to write about this but I didn’t as anyone could have said anything on the blognetwork. Some stupid guys were painting me as kafir. I already had a bad feeling & those 2 ladies did what ignorant fools do. Some people think they can get the better of anyone & they have the right to outdo others. But nevertheless such people are seen everywhere. They are supersensitive about themselves & they think they have the right to say anything to others.

Everyone has to fight his demons & the hardest battle is indeed the one which you fight with yourself. And you have to fight your own battles; even those who care cannot fight your battles & your fears. And fears aren’t false but in order to go beyond fear, we must fight with ourselves.

I don’t know if my story could help anyone as it’s not that traumatic. But I believe no one deserves to be harassed or molested in any way, cause that thing doesn’t happen once; it happens a million times in your brain.

You know sometimes I’m tired of being strong. What happened with me when I was 12, I didn’t share it with my best friend & my elder sister & my buddies. That is one revelation. There are some people when you tell them something, you tell the entire world.