Author: tarusha


This is going to be a short piece about sexism for a dear friend and blogger-Vishal. The link to that post is here: How ingrained it is in us..How we are brought up along side it but we rarely reflect unless we are forced look in that direction. This is not going to be a bra burning piece,just for the record,I am all for it,for the fun of pyrotechnics but I respect those who choose to do that as a form of protest. The problem is that patriarchy and sexism are so inherent in our “great” country that people have forgotten that being ogled at -or the attitude of boys will be boys,that is how the society is,behave this way because you are a girl- is beyond abysmal. Women do not understand that we are not objects to be ogled at,we are not meant to be toys or a piece of property,we are as much an individual as the next dude with different and “super” set of genitals. There is something known as equality and we have completely lost sense of it. Boys flashing their dirty underwear label is a “dude” but a girl’s accidental or even if it is deliberate like the former is tagged as slutty. Boys can step outside at odd hours and if they misbehave,they are being boys but heaven forbid if a girl...

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She sat down with her broken pieces and cried. She realised that it was all over long before it has actually started. When you play and confer with the devil for so long,it is not long before it comes knocking at your door. *** The murder was an accident that brought her immense pleasure and glee. It was a simple pitch and toss,deemed an accident. She was free from the clasps of the man who ravaged her every other day. It is easy to pass it off as an accident when one is adjudged as a drunkard. Ah,alcohol,as the beaded drops condensed on the shoot-less champagne glass,she seemed in a zone. She woke up in a daze and got up and started rummaging through her drawers- Need to find a duvet. Life was easy here. Incarcerated with her consent,she was doing well. It was disturbing at times but she was finally at peace and safe. The enactment of that night brought her a sheer rush of adrenaline. Guilt,drained her at times when she remembered his tender moments but they were always followed by beatings and cuts; She enjoyed the intimacy and this brought out the demon forth from him,for he thought her promiscuous for she enjoyed. She wanted to be free. She was not free. Finally she was,free in her incarceration,she was free to pursue her love for self....

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