SOMEONE CREATE THE MENCLEAR BOMB SOON
and drop it on India!! So, tired of EVE-TEASING, teasing? TEASING? it's FUCKINg sexual harassment, on the streets, in broad daylight, a nice little game of power play for those lonely, frustrated, SICK "men" over some unwitting creature "blessed" with boobs and a cunt. Boobs and cunt is what we women are, right?
Today happened to be my second driving lesson. The tutor took a break and went for a quick bite to a small roadside tea stall, while I sat in the car, which was parked across the street. Quietly and zealously admiring the accelerator, brake and clutch, the steering wheel and the horn and everything-it's pretty exhilarating to be behind the steering wheel, you know?
Anyway, my reverie was cut short when my attention was suddenly drawn towards 2 rickshaw drivers, one of which had started whistling a little tune for my benefit and like a dog obeying a conditioned reflex, I had stupidly responded to the whistling, thus setting myself up for more humiliation. Never respond, don't look at them, that's rule no 1, isn't it?
The lewd disgusting man was whistling as well as making smooching faces at me. I gave him a really grim, cold and threatening look and stared at him, which scared him at first. This girl might mean business. He stopped his monkeying and looked away. And then probably "shamed" at his own "cowardice", he started again...(though to himself- "WTF!? I am the MAN, who does that cold bitch sitting in that fancy car think she is, she needs to be taught a lesson").
By that time, I had deviated my gaze. My skin crawled when I heard his catcalls "oh, oh dada!" loud whistling. ( I have recently cut my hair really short like a man's, am looking very cute but "dada" is a term used to denote any man, in a casual/friendly way, actually means older brother in my language and the term was probably used to indirectly allude to me and mock me). I gave my previously successful tactic another try only to be countered by the "ULTIMATE WEAPON" of every "real" man on this planet- THE PENIS! The man was hoisting up his LUNGI,(which is a length of cloth, usually blue and checkered, not to mention, filthy and unwashed for years as a norm, wrapped around a man's waist, reaching upto the ankles), he suggestively loosened the knot of the lungi, on his face the base stamp of obscenity. I just had to look away. Not that I haven't seen penises before(but mostly accompanied by hernias or hydrocoeles and in the sanctity of hospital wards), it's just that it was so fucking unbelievably humiliating.
I adopted the disinterested/unperturbed approach( ha! my facial muscles against that degenerate's cock, hands and lungi!). Throwing their way the "you guys are just the lowest of scum, the rapist algae of the sickening slime" looks, now and then. His friend had joined in. They were lifting their inner shirts and touching their nipples and chest. I was still going strong, not betraying any fear or the fact that I had already been drained of all my joy, energy and mojo... Thankfully, the tutor came back at that time, the 2 rickshaw drivers, suddenly became just 2 casual, benign and innocent bystanders. Just trying to bat the summer heat (and not their meat). I told my tutor about the whole thing, who (as expected) told me not to pay any attention to such roadside leches and it's not worth it. Those men are pigs etc.
While driving away, I shot them one last unflinching look and flipped my favourite finger at them. The tutor by my side laughed and said, "Madam, it's just not worth it..." I know those creeps probably don't know the significance of the middle finger but I somehow, felt quite avenged and a little better...but my concentration and confidence had taken quite a beating and the rest of the lesson was quite shaky.
I just told my mom (yes, I am 25 years old) and she's going to complain to the Motor School, against the tutor because he takes too many "paid" breaks during my one hour lesson time.
And I also learnt a few choice insults/cuss words in the local language so next time, I have no difficulty getting my message and feelings across.
Now, I must go and take a bath.
Today happened to be my second driving lesson. The tutor took a break and went for a quick bite to a small roadside tea stall, while I sat in the car, which was parked across the street. Quietly and zealously admiring the accelerator, brake and clutch, the steering wheel and the horn and everything-it's pretty exhilarating to be behind the steering wheel, you know?
Anyway, my reverie was cut short when my attention was suddenly drawn towards 2 rickshaw drivers, one of which had started whistling a little tune for my benefit and like a dog obeying a conditioned reflex, I had stupidly responded to the whistling, thus setting myself up for more humiliation. Never respond, don't look at them, that's rule no 1, isn't it?
The lewd disgusting man was whistling as well as making smooching faces at me. I gave him a really grim, cold and threatening look and stared at him, which scared him at first. This girl might mean business. He stopped his monkeying and looked away. And then probably "shamed" at his own "cowardice", he started again...(though to himself- "WTF!? I am the MAN, who does that cold bitch sitting in that fancy car think she is, she needs to be taught a lesson").
By that time, I had deviated my gaze. My skin crawled when I heard his catcalls "oh, oh dada!" loud whistling. ( I have recently cut my hair really short like a man's, am looking very cute but "dada" is a term used to denote any man, in a casual/friendly way, actually means older brother in my language and the term was probably used to indirectly allude to me and mock me). I gave my previously successful tactic another try only to be countered by the "ULTIMATE WEAPON" of every "real" man on this planet- THE PENIS! The man was hoisting up his LUNGI,(which is a length of cloth, usually blue and checkered, not to mention, filthy and unwashed for years as a norm, wrapped around a man's waist, reaching upto the ankles), he suggestively loosened the knot of the lungi, on his face the base stamp of obscenity. I just had to look away. Not that I haven't seen penises before(but mostly accompanied by hernias or hydrocoeles and in the sanctity of hospital wards), it's just that it was so fucking unbelievably humiliating.
I adopted the disinterested/unperturbed approach( ha! my facial muscles against that degenerate's cock, hands and lungi!). Throwing their way the "you guys are just the lowest of scum, the rapist algae of the sickening slime" looks, now and then. His friend had joined in. They were lifting their inner shirts and touching their nipples and chest. I was still going strong, not betraying any fear or the fact that I had already been drained of all my joy, energy and mojo... Thankfully, the tutor came back at that time, the 2 rickshaw drivers, suddenly became just 2 casual, benign and innocent bystanders. Just trying to bat the summer heat (and not their meat). I told my tutor about the whole thing, who (as expected) told me not to pay any attention to such roadside leches and it's not worth it. Those men are pigs etc.
While driving away, I shot them one last unflinching look and flipped my favourite finger at them. The tutor by my side laughed and said, "Madam, it's just not worth it..." I know those creeps probably don't know the significance of the middle finger but I somehow, felt quite avenged and a little better...but my concentration and confidence had taken quite a beating and the rest of the lesson was quite shaky.
I just told my mom (yes, I am 25 years old) and she's going to complain to the Motor School, against the tutor because he takes too many "paid" breaks during my one hour lesson time.
And I also learnt a few choice insults/cuss words in the local language so next time, I have no difficulty getting my message and feelings across.
Now, I must go and take a bath.