Ramesh has a high profile job which involves a lot of travel, he traveses the globe & hence, rarely has time for any personal life... even though he has gone far & beyond in his life, the fact is, there is a void.. an empiness... he has money to spend... cars to drive... suits to wear... but he still is an balding unattractive 38 year old single... there is no feeling of belonging-ness.. there is noone to call his own... parents passed away a long time ago... no wife.. no kids... just one friend, Prakash, who he visits whenever he lands back in India... has lunch at Prakash's place... where Prakash's wife (Supriya) lays down absolutely delicious home-made food for the men & the child, while clad in the traditional Indian sari... Ramesh always sits right opposite Prakash so he can peep at Supriya's voluptuous bosoms as she bends over to serve food to Prakash... he tries to rub his face against the sari's pallu as she serves him... when Ramesh is not around & Supriya is in the kitchen cleaning up... he points at the couple's 6 year old daughter, Laali, to come sit in his lap as he gives her a box of those tasty Praline chocolate that she loves.. he kisses & caresses her & fondles her undeveloped body... afterall every give has to have a take... he asks her is she likes the chocolates & as she sticks her tongue out, he sucks the chocolate off her tongue... "ummmmm... tasty" he says & Laali chuckles... She has been doing this for years... she possibly does not even know what sick pleasure Ramesh derives out of this...
There is only one person in this whole world that Laali shares her chocolates with... & that is her best friend, the 9 year old Chutki, the street urchin who saved Laali from coming under a truck 3 months ago... Even though Supiya & Ramesh do not appreciate this comrade... Chutki did save their daughter's life... so they make an extra roti or two, so that the poor kid does not die of hunger... every day Chutki religiously comes to play with Laali in the evening... today, Laali shared her chocolates with Chutki instead of giving her 2 rotis & sabzi (veggies)... Just because Laali is a friend & Chutki is essentially a nice person, she does not steal from her... else... the urchin does actually have a career... a career in theft... theft of food... after all, she is the sole bread earner at her home, a home that constitutes a drunkard father who spends all his money on booze... but today there were chocolates... today there was no food.. so Chutki had to bear the wrath of her father... as he shamelessly beat her & rape her to vent his anger!
The 13 year, Bali {muh boli behen (not blood sisters, but by bond) of Chutki} kept banging the doors for a good 25 mins begging "Darwaaza khol do, Suraj Chaccha" (Open the door, Suraj uncle)... But Suraj din't care a damn while raping his own blood daughter... none of Chutki's howling nor Bali's door-banging made a difference to him... Bali ran to the police chauki to rescue Chutki... "Saab... jaldi chalo... Chutki k saath galat ho raha hai (Sir.. please hurry... Chutki is being victimized)" she cried out loud... "thamba thamba.. yo chutki kaun hai.. aur tu kaun hai... aur k ho reya hai uskay saath, baawri? (slow down... who is Chutki... & who are you... & what is happeing with her, you moron" said the officer as he came to the front of the table & sat on it while actioning her to come closer... "uska baapu uskay saath galat kar raha hai (her father is wronging her).. mai uski dost hu (i am her friend)... aap chalo afsar saab usko bachanay (please come to rescue her)"... "k kar raha hai uska baapu uskay saath? (what's her father doing to her?") "balaatkaar (rape)... ab chaliye (now come)" "aur tu aisay ad-nangay kapdo mei kahay ghoom rahi hai? (& why are you roaming around half-naked?)... tujhay bhi apna balaatkaar karwana hai k? (Do you also wanna get raped?)... aisay kapdo mei ghoomegi toh balaatkaar hi hoga (if you roam around in such clothes, you will be subjected to rape).. ya shayad nahi... lagta hai tu toh apni marzi se degi (or maybe not, seems you will concede) said the policeman as he rubbed his hands on Bali knee... Bali looked down at her handed-down-torn skirt that she adorned & then at his hand & she grabbed his hand & jerked it off... "tum sab aadmi 1 jaisay ho (all you men are alike) she said as she turned to the door...
The police man tugged her by her elbow, pulling her between his legs so his crotch was against her ass.. she tried to struggle, but he pulled her closer... tighter... touched her in every possible place while pretending to calm her down... he then licked the sweat off her ear & whispered "pehlay FIR toh darj kara... fir hi toh koi kanooni karwaee hogi, bawaari (you gotta lodge a FIR first, criminal proceedings will follow only then).. by the time this ordeal was over... Bali was beaten & raped like an animal... but the proceedings did follow... Bani & Surbhi (a 16 year old orphan) were sent to an orphanage... where they were given plentiful to eat... clean clothes to wear... even got a tutor who home schooled those girls there... it was the nicest orphanage in the day.. every one was nice & they even told the girls about their bright futures & how can step outta this poverty... step outta this poverty in the night... when it turned into a brothel... a place where all Surbhi had to do was take off her clothes & do whatever her client asks her to do... one could either love the place & make their money & this bright career... or they would end up like Aarti...
Aarti was 18 when she was sold to Khalid Usuf... because she claimed that she is an adult & can take care of herself.. because she ran away & the police brought her back.. because she refused to sleep with men in exchange of money... she was SOLD... after all everyone has a price tag... hers was 200 per hour, for services she refused to render... or 27000 for lifetime which Khalid willingfully paid for... now she does not have to sleep with men on a per hour basis... she just has to please Khalid.. she has to cook for him.. clean for him... & generally she only has to sleep with him & 4 - 5 of his friends... they all seem to like her.. & when they all get together for drinks.. they share everything... they eat outta each others food... they drink outta each others drinks... its only obvious they share her too!!! Usmal is not into sharing so he refrains from the orgy... when the bunch becomes wild... he tends to hit home... what can someone say... Usmal does not like to share his pie... so he walks the dark streets as he hears pale screams...
he heads towards to the direction of the screams & locates a parked Innova shaking rigorously... he peeps in as he is sure the gagged screams are coming from the cab... he smashes the rear windshield & unbolts the lock... flings open the door to find a 23 year old Swati gagged... screaming & crying with her sari ripped off her & her blouse & brassiere torn while Shantanu, the cab driver, gropes her & releases himself into her... Shantanu plunges at the knife he had kept on the side & Usmal seizes the moment to smash Shantanu's head with the brick he still held in his hand... He tries to drape the shocked & shivering Swati.. pushes Shantanu outta the Innova & drives straight to the police station... where the police's concern really is why is Swati with Usman at 3 in the morning! Well... Swati works the night shift & Usman was passing by when this incident happened... the police questions the call center employees & the manager, Chiragh!
Chiragh is blamed for not taking enough safety measures... there should be no women dropped home LAST so late in the night... has there been a security check? who is to be blamed? after all... it was Chiragh's decision to use the transport that has cab drivers such as Shantanu... Well.. Chiragh was just pissed... & almost had an accident on his way home... he reached home at 8AM.. woke his wife up & narrated the whole incident & told her that he needs to release his tension... The 29 year old Deb, even though sympathetic to her husband, had witnessed a bigger tragedy.. her 64 year old mother was dead... looted, raped & shot... Chiragh's phone was just not reachable so she could not inform him... She tried to tell Chiragh about it.. but all he wanted was to release his tension... She said, "i am in no mood Chiragh... its just a rough day" "but i need this baby.. please" "no.. listen to me" but he just slid up her gown & took her against her will...
We live in a society where woman is synonymous to God... yet we abuse her... first we dont want a girl as a child... & then, if we do have one... well.. someone has to pay... Women, these days are standing as tall as man... work the same no. of hours.. share the same designations... are catching up on salary... all while... maintaining a family balance.. juggling perfectly between work & home.. cooking.. cleaning... teaching the kids... loving.. caring... yet, they are being objectified, glorified, letched at... they are women after all.. they are not humans right?? men have the right to objectify these beautiful creations by God... why do they need to work.. their only job is to please men... she can either do it all willingly... or else.. men can force themselves on to these women.. women don't really have the right to say no... right? & men have all the rights to do as they feel.. right again eh?
It is time to fix this.. it really is... You know, most of the sexual abuse stories go untold... One reason is because women fear being condemned by society... but the bigger reason is because they believe that they are supposed to take all this crap... there must be hundreds & thousands of NGOs that work towards the welfare of the abused women... but I have a fundamental question... the question being... why don't we stand up for ourselves... why don't we do something so we don't need these NGOs because we NOW are broken?? why don't we be safe, than sorry??
I believe the first step is to educate women about their rights... they have a right to stand up for themselves & their respect.. & they definitely have the right to say no... As much as it is important to have a defense... it always is good to have an offense strategy as well... Hence, I believe the second step is offense.. yes, it helps to carry pepper spray & share details of the cab you boarded to your dears & have the send my location app installed on your cell phone... but the truth of the matter is... for women... NO area is safe... I am based outta India's capital... but is it safe? Did you know that Delhi is also the "Rape Capital" of India... so do you know what is safe? safer than the pepper sprays & the apps?
Martial Arts... there is a reason why women commando officers are being trained in the same... THIS is the reason... & it is the biggest reason - sexual. abuse. against. women. .. when a man jumps on you from behind, the pepper spray cannot do no NOTHIN'.. the only way you can use the pepper spray is if you swing at his nuts & he releases you... the power to be safe lies with you... learn martial arts... it's a fact that men are physically stronger... but a little training can help us fight them! It is not unlady-like to be strong & it is not unlady-like to know how to fight... Im sure you know that the queens & princesses before us... who were supposed to be the epitome of lady-ness (if that's a word)... were trained in combat... sword fighting etc... they were taught to fight back & not endeavor any & every shit that was shoved their way... it is time for us ladies to realize we are capable of being every inch a lady while not needing to be the delicate one who needs prince charming to rescue us!
There is only one person in this whole world that Laali shares her chocolates with... & that is her best friend, the 9 year old Chutki, the street urchin who saved Laali from coming under a truck 3 months ago... Even though Supiya & Ramesh do not appreciate this comrade... Chutki did save their daughter's life... so they make an extra roti or two, so that the poor kid does not die of hunger... every day Chutki religiously comes to play with Laali in the evening... today, Laali shared her chocolates with Chutki instead of giving her 2 rotis & sabzi (veggies)... Just because Laali is a friend & Chutki is essentially a nice person, she does not steal from her... else... the urchin does actually have a career... a career in theft... theft of food... after all, she is the sole bread earner at her home, a home that constitutes a drunkard father who spends all his money on booze... but today there were chocolates... today there was no food.. so Chutki had to bear the wrath of her father... as he shamelessly beat her & rape her to vent his anger!
The 13 year, Bali {muh boli behen (not blood sisters, but by bond) of Chutki} kept banging the doors for a good 25 mins begging "Darwaaza khol do, Suraj Chaccha" (Open the door, Suraj uncle)... But Suraj din't care a damn while raping his own blood daughter... none of Chutki's howling nor Bali's door-banging made a difference to him... Bali ran to the police chauki to rescue Chutki... "Saab... jaldi chalo... Chutki k saath galat ho raha hai (Sir.. please hurry... Chutki is being victimized)" she cried out loud... "thamba thamba.. yo chutki kaun hai.. aur tu kaun hai... aur k ho reya hai uskay saath, baawri? (slow down... who is Chutki... & who are you... & what is happeing with her, you moron" said the officer as he came to the front of the table & sat on it while actioning her to come closer... "uska baapu uskay saath galat kar raha hai (her father is wronging her).. mai uski dost hu (i am her friend)... aap chalo afsar saab usko bachanay (please come to rescue her)"... "k kar raha hai uska baapu uskay saath? (what's her father doing to her?") "balaatkaar (rape)... ab chaliye (now come)" "aur tu aisay ad-nangay kapdo mei kahay ghoom rahi hai? (& why are you roaming around half-naked?)... tujhay bhi apna balaatkaar karwana hai k? (Do you also wanna get raped?)... aisay kapdo mei ghoomegi toh balaatkaar hi hoga (if you roam around in such clothes, you will be subjected to rape).. ya shayad nahi... lagta hai tu toh apni marzi se degi (or maybe not, seems you will concede) said the policeman as he rubbed his hands on Bali knee... Bali looked down at her handed-down-torn skirt that she adorned & then at his hand & she grabbed his hand & jerked it off... "tum sab aadmi 1 jaisay ho (all you men are alike) she said as she turned to the door...
The police man tugged her by her elbow, pulling her between his legs so his crotch was against her ass.. she tried to struggle, but he pulled her closer... tighter... touched her in every possible place while pretending to calm her down... he then licked the sweat off her ear & whispered "pehlay FIR toh darj kara... fir hi toh koi kanooni karwaee hogi, bawaari (you gotta lodge a FIR first, criminal proceedings will follow only then).. by the time this ordeal was over... Bali was beaten & raped like an animal... but the proceedings did follow... Bani & Surbhi (a 16 year old orphan) were sent to an orphanage... where they were given plentiful to eat... clean clothes to wear... even got a tutor who home schooled those girls there... it was the nicest orphanage in the day.. every one was nice & they even told the girls about their bright futures & how can step outta this poverty... step outta this poverty in the night... when it turned into a brothel... a place where all Surbhi had to do was take off her clothes & do whatever her client asks her to do... one could either love the place & make their money & this bright career... or they would end up like Aarti...
Aarti was 18 when she was sold to Khalid Usuf... because she claimed that she is an adult & can take care of herself.. because she ran away & the police brought her back.. because she refused to sleep with men in exchange of money... she was SOLD... after all everyone has a price tag... hers was 200 per hour, for services she refused to render... or 27000 for lifetime which Khalid willingfully paid for... now she does not have to sleep with men on a per hour basis... she just has to please Khalid.. she has to cook for him.. clean for him... & generally she only has to sleep with him & 4 - 5 of his friends... they all seem to like her.. & when they all get together for drinks.. they share everything... they eat outta each others food... they drink outta each others drinks... its only obvious they share her too!!! Usmal is not into sharing so he refrains from the orgy... when the bunch becomes wild... he tends to hit home... what can someone say... Usmal does not like to share his pie... so he walks the dark streets as he hears pale screams...
he heads towards to the direction of the screams & locates a parked Innova shaking rigorously... he peeps in as he is sure the gagged screams are coming from the cab... he smashes the rear windshield & unbolts the lock... flings open the door to find a 23 year old Swati gagged... screaming & crying with her sari ripped off her & her blouse & brassiere torn while Shantanu, the cab driver, gropes her & releases himself into her... Shantanu plunges at the knife he had kept on the side & Usmal seizes the moment to smash Shantanu's head with the brick he still held in his hand... He tries to drape the shocked & shivering Swati.. pushes Shantanu outta the Innova & drives straight to the police station... where the police's concern really is why is Swati with Usman at 3 in the morning! Well... Swati works the night shift & Usman was passing by when this incident happened... the police questions the call center employees & the manager, Chiragh!
Chiragh is blamed for not taking enough safety measures... there should be no women dropped home LAST so late in the night... has there been a security check? who is to be blamed? after all... it was Chiragh's decision to use the transport that has cab drivers such as Shantanu... Well.. Chiragh was just pissed... & almost had an accident on his way home... he reached home at 8AM.. woke his wife up & narrated the whole incident & told her that he needs to release his tension... The 29 year old Deb, even though sympathetic to her husband, had witnessed a bigger tragedy.. her 64 year old mother was dead... looted, raped & shot... Chiragh's phone was just not reachable so she could not inform him... She tried to tell Chiragh about it.. but all he wanted was to release his tension... She said, "i am in no mood Chiragh... its just a rough day" "but i need this baby.. please" "no.. listen to me" but he just slid up her gown & took her against her will...
We live in a society where woman is synonymous to God... yet we abuse her... first we dont want a girl as a child... & then, if we do have one... well.. someone has to pay... Women, these days are standing as tall as man... work the same no. of hours.. share the same designations... are catching up on salary... all while... maintaining a family balance.. juggling perfectly between work & home.. cooking.. cleaning... teaching the kids... loving.. caring... yet, they are being objectified, glorified, letched at... they are women after all.. they are not humans right?? men have the right to objectify these beautiful creations by God... why do they need to work.. their only job is to please men... she can either do it all willingly... or else.. men can force themselves on to these women.. women don't really have the right to say no... right? & men have all the rights to do as they feel.. right again eh?
It is time to fix this.. it really is... You know, most of the sexual abuse stories go untold... One reason is because women fear being condemned by society... but the bigger reason is because they believe that they are supposed to take all this crap... there must be hundreds & thousands of NGOs that work towards the welfare of the abused women... but I have a fundamental question... the question being... why don't we stand up for ourselves... why don't we do something so we don't need these NGOs because we NOW are broken?? why don't we be safe, than sorry??
I believe the first step is to educate women about their rights... they have a right to stand up for themselves & their respect.. & they definitely have the right to say no... As much as it is important to have a defense... it always is good to have an offense strategy as well... Hence, I believe the second step is offense.. yes, it helps to carry pepper spray & share details of the cab you boarded to your dears & have the send my location app installed on your cell phone... but the truth of the matter is... for women... NO area is safe... I am based outta India's capital... but is it safe? Did you know that Delhi is also the "Rape Capital" of India... so do you know what is safe? safer than the pepper sprays & the apps?
Martial Arts... there is a reason why women commando officers are being trained in the same... THIS is the reason... & it is the biggest reason - sexual. abuse. against. women. .. when a man jumps on you from behind, the pepper spray cannot do no NOTHIN'.. the only way you can use the pepper spray is if you swing at his nuts & he releases you... the power to be safe lies with you... learn martial arts... it's a fact that men are physically stronger... but a little training can help us fight them! It is not unlady-like to be strong & it is not unlady-like to know how to fight... Im sure you know that the queens & princesses before us... who were supposed to be the epitome of lady-ness (if that's a word)... were trained in combat... sword fighting etc... they were taught to fight back & not endeavor any & every shit that was shoved their way... it is time for us ladies to realize we are capable of being every inch a lady while not needing to be the delicate one who needs prince charming to rescue us!
