Let us free

According to a survey held by ActionAid UK, 79 percent of women have faced some public harassment in India. The stats are kind of shocking. This might include my mother, my aunts, my cousins, and me. Hell yeah, all the women in my family.

Due to this, women are being caged under the garb of safety. Why are women trapped, when they are the ones getting violated? Every citizen has the Freedom of Movement, yet women are told not to go to certain places. Don’t go there. Don’t wear this. Don’t go out after 8. Now tell me. Why does a woman of 25 need a curfew? She needs to be independent at this age. She’s not a teenager anymore. Unknown men? Well, according to a research,  82 percent of women are raped by men they know.

Also, I think, everybody deserves protection-both men and women.  Yet, “protection” is always used for women. When a young boy cries out “rape”, nobody cares. Why? Because he’s not a girl. I watched a touching Buzzfeed video about the traumas of a male rape victim, who found his captor on Facebook. Men are human beings too. Everybody, regardless of gender, needs to learn to be humane.

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I’m Back

After a long hiatus, because of board exams, I’m back.
I’m back with new hope and evaluation anxiety, because my results are gonna be released.

Although,  I have good news. I’m going to be interviewed by Young Germany, a segment from the Deutschland Magazin again.

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I had been interviewed previously at Menschen Bewegen 2016.

Because Peeing is a Crime

So, yesterday, I was in a terrible mood. I felt irritable and angry. Probably, because I was suffering from PMS.
It was the third period, which was Value Education class, wherein your teacher talks sense or throws the “Moral Bomb” at us and make us feel like we’re impure. I had been controlling my urge to pee. I tried to ask my teacher, but she told me to get in. That was in the beginning. Then, she started talking about time management, and things that are important and urgent. And, that’s when, I felt like I was about to have a bladder explosion. So, I went and asked her permission to go to the washroom. I thought she’ll understand, since she also teaches us Biology. But, she said no! I had to go at ANY COST, so I said that it was urgent and that I was about to have a bladder explosion. Guess what? She told me to go and not come back for the rest of the period. I went, because I had to pee. When I was done, I tried to go back to class, but she kicked me out again told me reflect on what I heard.
I stood there alone in the corridor. I started crying, because I was so done with everything. I went to the lavatory again, locked myself in a cozy cubicle and cried to my heart’s content. I got kicked out, because I wanted to pee. Plus, those kids looked at me as if I killed someone. Nobody stood up for me, because they feared her. So, I knew I had to stand up for myself.
I remember telling that teacher that I respected her, but never feared her, when she asked if I was scared of her. It’s like she holds a grudge against me. I haven’t created problems, so why should I fear anyone?

The teachers here in my school, like to show off their power. They want to suppress everyone. They want the students to fear them and agree with all the bullshit they say. I’m not one of them, and I’m not going to change.

Also, everyone there in class get some pleasure in messing with me. It’s like their hobby.

Today, we had a half-working day at school. I didn’t go. Today’s a Saturday. I deserve a nice weekend. Plus, we had a cleanliness drive. The teachers would order the students to clean up their offices, and we would slave for them, because that’s what happens in Indian schools. I didn’t want to clean that woman’s desk.
That teacher and those students had the audacity to mess with the Ironically Misunderstood.