Saturday, March 11

Of Broken Bangles

I would have never written about this. Never.

It was during my school days. I had to take two buses to come back home. Our school was opposite a boys college known for their rowdiness. It was a mainroad from the school to the busstop. But still, we used to take care not to go alone. In two's and threes, we used to juggle ourselves to the busstop. The comments passed were always ignored. As reacting to it might encourage them. My school bag can accomodate long books. But somehow, I never used to place them inside. I used to always hold it close to my chest. Just gripping it as a sanctuary. The every-day bus rides were nightmares. Getting down/into a bus was a sordid affair. I could only see the eager hands, when trying to squeeze out. The college used to have their afternoon batch come at the same time. So the buses were always crowded. I cannot relate to a particular day, when men never used to come close and 'accidentaly' fall on you because of the breaks. I am tall. So I was always requested to hold on to the rails, such that the shorter women could catch the ailes.There were so many days, when you could feel them pressing on to you. Even while sitting, you could just feel them shoving themselves against your shoulders. I remember keeping my bag, trying to hold on to it, while standing, such that it could create a distance. But the other passengers would tell me to give it to somebody who is sitting. Everybody was a stranger. You would not know where to look. Everytime somebody passes, there would be 'accidental' touches falling on your breasts, butts .. it did not matter.

One day, I took my bus. As usual, it was crowded. I realised that one guy was going on staring at me. And slowly, approaching me. Trying to avoid as much as possible, I tried to move closer to ailes with the other women. Before, I realised, he was there right behind me. Trying to stay calm, I murmured whatever came to my mind, at that point. Suddenly, there he was against me. When I looked back, he looked elsewhere. (For information : I was wearing salwar kameez + dupatta) With two more stops gone, and more crowd coming in, he was over me, too close rubbing himself against me. I cringed inwards at the touch. I moved. I looked around. I did not know what to do. He looked like a college guy. He might have been of the same college. It wont take him more days to find out my stop. For the first time, I wished I were a guy. I started towards the other entrance, he followed and thankfully got down at the next stop. Relieved I looked else where out of the window. He made a point to come to where I was looking to show me a thumbs-up sign. I felt cheap. I felt used. And dirty. I looked away only to get down in the next stop to take an auto back home. I had a broken home, then. I used to live with my father. I could not tell my mother over the phone. It stayed with me.

This happened a few months later. I got down from my first bus. I was pretty tired that day. And wanted to take an empty one, such that I could leisurely sit down. The second bus, I was to take, started from that bus stop. To my luck, I found an empty one. Went in and sat. After five minutes, a guy with a beard and lungi, came and sat right behind me. He kept his hands over my aile railing. I did not bother. After a minute, he brought his hand more further. I moved slightly to the front. After a second, I saw that he got his hand as far as my seat back. I turned back to tell him to sit else where. Only to find that he had his lungi up the waist, pointing to his penis and making gestures to me to come to him. I froze. But for a moment. Then clutched my bag and fled. That day I walked back home, tears streaming down my cheeks. The distance did not matter.

How to go? In a crowded bus or an empty one. It did not make a difference anyway.

This happened a year later. My animation classes used to get over at 7pm. But we used to stay back and do more work. One such day, I was returning back at home at around 9.00. The institution was 10 minutes away by walk. I had no two-wheeler then. I was coming back, and I turned towards my street. There was a cyclist coming from the opposite direction. Though it had concerned me little that time. As i was approaching my house, the cyclist grew quite close. He groped for my breast and pinched it hard. I cried. I was petrified. Before I came out of it, he was a good distance away, I ran after him, but..

I told my mom. I did not look at her eyes though. I felt guilty. But is it not supposed to be the other way? Why was I feeling cheap, when the only the action was so? She said,'Maybe beacuse of the shirt you were wearing.' I felt let down. How do I prove to her, a salwar would not have made a difference? I wanted to wash myself. Of his hands. Of his touch. But the impression remained. I felt like Lady Macbeth, trying to wash off . I failed, like her. There was only one streetlight, and I did not even see his face. He could have been there the next day, I would not know. He could have seen me everyday, I would not know. That day, I did not have any folder/long books to protect me. To this day, I still look everywhere when anybody walks towards me. I stop in one place, when there is a crowd trying to avoid groping hands. I still shudder when I think of that day. Deep anguish bringing anger to just..

I have been offered hotel rooms(by some very distinguished personalities), comments passed asking 'how much'(while walking on the road), offered lifts by 40 year olds (why, there was an old man walking right in from of me.. Offer him BASTARD) - Just the old man. Not even old women would be spared just for passing one qualification as a woman.

These were taught in a spirutal class. The three W's. Wine, women and wealth. Considered the most dangerous to Men. Are we objects on par with money and alcohols.

Easy come, easy go, is it?

Why do we get blamed for what we wear?

Even if there were eye-wtinesses, its very hard to come to the conclusion that the guy was at wrong. And sans anyone - We know what happened to Eve.

When I see so many numerous incidents posted, one worser than the next, I think of these government school girls who cling on to crowded buses with ready strings of boys who get in and out. Whom do they confess to? Living everyday as victims to the everyday whims of the opposite sex/

Is this how they celebrate man-hood? Are they so excited in destroying one's innocence. Letchers.

Worst is, when this topic crops up inbetween friends, not even one of them side-steps. Everyone has an incident to offer, that was etched in their minds. None was spared.

And when I see what the others (like what dhoomkethu wrote)are going through, should I feel thankful for having been left till this?

I do not want to get married for protection. I do not want to be somebody's sister, somebody's daughter or somebody's wife to be looked after. Just want to be me. Me. Somebody who could be independant and still be respected as a human. Without a man's shadow lingering.

Thanks to Praveen, for providing the link.

For Blank Noise blogathon, I broke my silence.

45 Comments:

Blogger Camphor said...

Alright, I have my voice back. That was something you never should have had to go through, but you did. It makes me seethe with impotent rage, that this happens to us everday, day in day out, and we do nothing, just nothing I remember cursing with language that I didn't even know I knew when I got groped in the middle of the road. Does that deter them?

I stopped wearing flats for a while because heels hurt mure is you stamp on a foot hard enough, and that could get them to stop.

I remember being horrified when told that there was a group of guy mastrubating in front of a girl and her boyfreind, in broad daylight. I understand that the boyfreind had to be dragged away by force to prevent him from trying to beat those guys up, and that girl being grateful that he was around, becuase otherwise, who knows how far that group would have gone.

I have heard more molestation stories in a mere three years than I have ever before.

I do not know if I should be grateful to hostel life for showing me all this.. or to my parents for protecting me so far...

It is wrong, so WRONG, and no one seems to understand why I over-react to things like this... it a violation of a person, dammit, and rape isn't the only thing that feels like a bloody invasion.

A fair skin does not equate to a loose girl, and jeans do not have zipz just because they can be taken off easily. DAMMIT.

And the worst? We do nothing. Whether we CAN do something is a different question altogerher... the mentality MUST change. Of all of us. Victims, assaulters, all of us.

5:04 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

We think we over-react you know, cos nobody reacts. Only because I got groped, was I ready for the next time, when one guy touched my thigh in the crowd.(Should I be thankful for the first incident) I gave him a slap. But he ran, before anyone could react. But why should anyone else react?

When I walk on the road, sometimes see flowers I want to pluck .. I cant bend down. Cos, I have to watch whether anybody is watching.. With or without dupatta does not matter.
I cant get wet in the rain, cos the dress will stick to my skin. When I sometimes want to run, I can't for fearing that my breasts would heave too much.

What does not get them high?

Handicaps,thats what they have made us. Handicaps, thats what we have become.

5:43 PM  
Blogger Camphor said...

actually, I always carry around a deo-spray. :D Not as good as a pepper spray, but does serious damage to the eye if used appropriately. Which I will not hesitate to use...

I don't wear white. And nothing (alomst) can convince me to...

Indeed - What does not turn them on?

7:23 PM  
Blogger -Poison- said...

ah..my mind is getting numb reading the blank noise project blogs. at least the message is getting spread around and not bottled up. thats a start. to tell the truth, i never had the idea that so many such incidents(and worse) take place so often. it is pointless to complain to the authorities in most cases as well. be prepared. camphor says she has a deo spray which mooonlights as a pepper spray. get something like that or even a shock baton minature. i would like to tell you something that i feel. but i dont mean any offense. our nation is comprised of a cross section of people, and sadly a significant percentage of the male population seem to be maniacs, resorting to molestation, harrassment and their ilk. i would like to elaborate on the remark that your mother had made about your shirt and the incident. let me ask you one thing..would you wear heavy gold chains and walk through an area which has a high chance for you getting robbed..i hope you understood what i meant. it is ones freedom to choose what one wears. but one has to think about the other people including the molesters, and why invite the unwanted attention. be aware and reduce your risks. we live in a place where things like this happen and people like that still exist. it will all change for the good one day hopefully, but bottomline is they are still around. take care..

8:38 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

and it is a pity that there is no definitive solution...self defence might sound good, but one can defend only after things happen...this blank noise wudn reach those roadside romeos who probably are the major contributors...horrible indeed

9:34 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

invisible : I guess I never tried carrying a weapon at all. But more and more I think of it, I would like to know, really where you can get a pepper spray.. because, i know there never would be an end to this, I know it'll come of use to me.

Why today, I was just driving down the beach road, and this guy started driving by me. When I slowed down , he did too and When I raised my accelator, the same reaction. If I had been alone, I knew, I would have raced at 80. For all that driving he did, this guy never saw my face. His eyes were elsewhere.

But my friend was following behind me in his car. He saw, understood and at the next signal, wound down his glass and spoke to me. That did it, that guy raced out of my sight.
But my friend is not going to be there all the time.

When I see crowded buses everytime, all I can think of is about the girls inside.

1:44 AM  
Blogger Incognito said...

camphor : I wear white, only my eyes glance at the sky more often.

poison : When there is a place infested with robbers, I dont wear jewels. When the whole world is infested with letchers, where do we go? Once our own friend betrayed us, by passing lewd remarks to another person. I am not arguing with you. I know what you meant. The street where 'it' happened is supposed to be the most safest, residential area but..

We are not inviting unwanted attention. We dont want to experience them. But what happens when the sole qualification as 'women' makes you the centre of attention, however clothed?

Yes, I do hope it changes one day. .. but.. Thanks

1:52 AM  
Blogger Incognito said...

praveen : So true. I dont have personal vendetta at all the guys. I have some wonderful guys as friends. Road side romeos, yes.. but there are quite a lot of literate bastards too, trying to sound impressive with his job and money.

We shut up too many times. We still do. Cos the possiility of the result was more woe than relief.

Atleast, we have been initiated and more people are coming to know about this, thanks to Blank Noise.

2:02 AM  
Blogger Camphor said...

You'll get pepper spray in most supermarkets. Definately in foodworld.
Deo works almost as well. Get the eyes...

3:40 PM  
Blogger lost optimist..^!^ said...

ive never had the courage to write about my experiences in a crowded bus, its happened more than once.i was terrified, shocked..i stayed away from buses totally for a while. it took me a while to realise that it was not my fault. its a pity, how easily we blame ourself for some pyscho's action..i regret that i din react at that time ..i moved away silently, next time im not gonna bear it silently, thts a promise i made to myself..

4:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is the first time i have come by your blog.....N i am thankful tat i did come by for this post in particular....
I can relate to each and every instance you have mentioned...And the embarassing factor too....
Atleast earlier it was that...just a silent resentment an embarassment...tears....
Not anymore....anyone tries to act smart i am ready for it...or so i convince myself....i talk back which many assure isnt the way to go abt it! i am actually suggested to shut up.......I dont even know the words to express the emotions concerned here.....
I would like to link this on my blog.....Actually am goin to do tat..please let me know if u have any objections....its just because i cant write what u have written even though i have been thru it!
Well u take care....
:-)
Divs

10:56 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

camphor : Its the first on my list. Will buy it tomorrow. :)

lost optimist : Even I have shut up. Thinking its my fault. Feeling ashamed of my own body. So true, its a pity.. Every post I read, the girls feel its their fault.

Divya : Thanks for dropping by.

*period*

You know, I dont feel glad, that everyone is writing, "I went through the same things"
I dont feel glad that "I have a similar experience like this to share with every girl"
I dont feel glad that "I have company"
Starting from Camphor, Invisible, Lost optimist and now you.

What a pitiable state we are in.

No. No more being mute.

Yes, you can link the post.

You take care too :)

11:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am ashamed of being a guy after reading this. I don't know what to say to you. It's because being a guy, I have never felt what you girls have to face it sometimes everyday of your lives. It's just pathetic state of affairs. I think the root of the problem lies in the fact that India has a screwed up sex-ratio, which leads to desperation in men. I live in Canada now and you hardly hear of such incidents though there are incidents of molestation/rape once in a while. We have more women than men here and so the desperation seems much less here.

I think the only way out of this is to make laws tough and enforce them when a girls goes to complain. Girls on their part should not feel ashamed and make sure they do everything to feel safe. I just hope things improve with time because this is unacceptable.

11:43 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Moving post incognito. Makes one wonder, how many more

5:50 AM  
Blogger Arvind said...

Well written!

12:57 PM  
Blogger Ashwin Raju said...

Some strong stuff .. some strong women..

1:44 PM  
Blogger sou said...

Its great that you've broken your silence!

My only wish now is for women/ppl to keep this problem fresh in their memory so a change can atleast begin..

God! So many stories... you know, sometimes I feel we women need a kick on our ass for taking this shit for this long :(

Anyway.. thanks for dropping by.

2:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I do not want to get married for protection. I do not want to be somebody's sister, somebody's daughter or somebody's wife to be looked after. Just want to be me. Me. Somebody who could be independant and still be respected as a human. Without a man's shadow lingering."

... It is good to lead an independent life, FRIEND. But we are all interdependant on others !!

2:57 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

First of all, all you wonderful people who have come here, and read and commented..
I really dont know what to say.
I dont want to say thanks and brush it off.

This post was all about getting everything out. And I am glad I did this, if it would help atleast one person be free of it and raise their voice and not bottle it up inside us, my day is made.

Ricky : I would not quite put it that way about the ratio part. Here, these people are a bunch of staunch hypocrites who refuse to believe that none of them are actually following the culture.

To the outside world, everybody is a sister or a mother.

For example, see how kushboo's words were twisted to suit against her, here in madras?

Does that mean, there is no pre-marital sex happening here? Bull shit.

Hypocrisy. Thats what we thrive on. Thats how we make other foreigners to come here to visit our rich cultural heritage. Marketing straegy.

I'm not saying we dont have. But, why hide whatever is happening in the face of good will, which is actually bringing more bad name.

I'm sure, when one get harassed in Canada, proper steps are taken.Thats because of the system prevailing there. Which is why, we have more. We will probably have harsher rules. But no one to make them follow it.

3:30 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

Wicked Angel : Yes, how many more? :(

Was just reading this one.. Known turf

Arvind : Wish I could be proud :(

Bleak : Thankyou.

And more aware also.

Traveler/Sandoze : We felt ashamed, when we experienced. And now the guys who are reading all this are feeling ashamed(No, you dont feel like that). What about the ones who did it. Damn! They are still on the streets, looking for fresher, younger flesh. Murdering more innocence.

"People don't have self esteem n moral values"
True. They pretend.

I am not against people helping each other. You've to understand. Marriage is not based on protection. Relationships if they were fo protection, I might as well hire a security guard to watch over me. Waht I meant was, to carry on as a woman.

Whenever we get out of the house, we have to first be aware of our surroundings. We have to see, who is walking past, who is sitting next to us, who is coming behind.. Always on guard.

Can u imagine of such a thing .. of how it is to be to always be stiff and not relax? How irritating it is be on look out.. My hand instinctively move to my chest with whatever I have, my purse/books, even its just a small boy walking.

Is it not possible, to just be.

Sou : I liked what you wrote. Very apt.

"More importantly, understand that the answer is not imposing rules on women."

The minute something hppens, the next second it is always - "Dont go that side anymore" or even worse "Never wear that" or "Come back by 6"
Why?

We waited too long. Better late than never.

4:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just cringing at the thought that somewhere my neice would be taking a bus to go to school... the lil girl who lost her mom to an accident and dad to second marriage. Whom will she talk to...

4:52 PM  
Blogger Arvind said...

Thanx for the reply! Yep won a gold!

5:09 PM  
Blogger Arvind said...

I read through your article again. Mebbe I was reading it as just another posts which I used to read regularly in various blogs! But it made me thinking! Everyone thinks of the problem...no one thinks about the solution. Since you broke the silence...now tell what can be done!

5:25 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

Sapphire : Try talikng to her about all this. Give her a weapon to carry..

How old is she? :(

5:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

speechless...

5:46 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

Anonymous : Thanks for dropping by.
Please visit and let ur friends know about this project :: http://blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/

5:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brave post. I am proud of you for letting things open than jus burying them. I also feel sad for people who attempt such things and leave such a negative impression on young minds about life...I jus pray god that they realize before similar impression is left on their near and dear...also wishing you a great life, a life where there is abundance of independence and love...

7:23 PM  
Blogger Arvind said...

well...for fitnessone in POP. Are you a advertising pro from chennai, If so which agency? mail me at toarvindonly@yahoo.com (me tired of posting comments and again moderating comments in my blog).Hope you don't mind.

7:31 PM  
Blogger Preethi Rao said...

hey babe...i entirely agree wid u...and have experienced the same thing when in Adarsh...the same black bearded guy still haunts my dream...wondering who this is???...its me preethi rao...from PS days...i blog now...my site is everything-is-a-lie...do visit..n this was a great post...and i second it with ferver...hats off to us women!!!

8:31 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

Anonymous : Thankyou :) So true. All these do leave a sort of negative hold, against the mind.

Pristy : Female! Finally you started.

I remember too d. They were our everyday nightmares.

Am on my way to your site :)

12:49 PM  
Blogger another illusion said...

it is indeed a pity that men behave the way they do. it infuriates me whenever i see or hear about incidents like these...and as a woman i feel so damn helpless...i wanna help - myself and others too...but what to do? unless and until mens' mentality changes, things will be the same.

and as far as doing something is concerned, its again a vicious cycle. women dont react because they fear that THEY'LL be morally judged instead of the men. it's always the women who are at fault...the women who wear the wrong clothes, women who go to the wrong places, women who give the wrong signals, women who are 'there' at the 'wrong time'.

and the men are forgiven...for it's only natural for them to behave the way they do...

4:14 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

I know. The word "honour" here seems to take an evil turn. In the word of "honour" or "karpu" as it is named here, has brought us more woe than blessings.

Culture has cleverly woven stories and epics around us to make sure that women feel trodden and stay under the men. We are also being brought up saying, Dont do this, dont do that.

All these while, it was just installed within us, that whatever happens to us , we blame ourselves.

Seems automatic.

One or two of us .. its probably their upbringing... but all of us seem to cringe within ourselves.

4:27 PM  
Blogger Rahmath said...

hi...i know its a veryyyyyy late comment , but better late than never. I was thinking about this the other day. I was hoping I had a camera phone and I would take that mans photo (he was making really irritating faces.....you know of what kind)and give to the police. Every state should have a database in which the details of every individual are recorded and using the photo one can track such people and punish them hard. Anyhow, I think more importantly, as the former is hard in our society, counseling first should be given for girls.as every girl knows Such incidents can cause mental trauma for the girls and so first they should be made to understand what happened was not their fault and the contempt should be directed to the person who does such kind of eve teasing and not themselves. They should be taught to be proud of being a woman. Personally, I do not consider such men as men at all. The way I am using ‘they’ may make one think it is easy to say such things as a third person. When one goes thru this only one knows. you are true there; many…most girls have some incident etched in their mind….. Me too.

7:32 PM  
Blogger Frustrations Amalgamated said...

Hey i believe when adversity strikes strike back more adversely.
The buses in chennai are far better off than in other metropolitains.The kind of torture women go through in buses in Delhi is even worse.I would like to mention a brave incident happened to one of my friends.She never carries pepper sprays or anythin but kicks men who misbehaves with her.I really mean it. She was the one who told me "Men too have their weak points".
cheers

11:11 PM  
Blogger Incognito said...

Rahi : I know what you mean. Blaming ourselves for no fault of ours. You should read this post by On being a female body by Charu.

And the worst here is, consulting a psychiatrist means you are mad. There is a need for psychiatry for each and everyone of us. Especialy child psychiarty. A child is like a sponge, absorbing the good and the bad, and if the parents are not there for support, ?

Do look in at blank noise.

Its never too late. Thanks for dropping by :)

Priyadarshini : That really needs courage. I'm glad your friend is doing what she could. Can you tell her about blank noise too. Being in Delhi, she probably can interact with them directly.

Thankyou so much for coming here :)

2:41 PM  
Blogger GingerTea said...

one important lesson that i learned when i started travelling to school alone is ..crowded buses and empty streets should be feared always. each and every man that u see in the streets is to be watched with doubt ...
sure .. every girl here have some incident or other to say ...
i have this friend who adviced me to use " file as shield and umbrella as sword in the buses "
after each incident we convince ourselves or our friends that its not our fault .. but the feeling of shame , of being used and above all the frustration over not being able to do anything to prevent it remains forever ...

8:58 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

it did happen to me once. one 40 yr (maybe) old man was so close to me...of course in a crowded bus. he touched my hip. i spontaneously slapped him and uttered few bad words. i didnt want to portray my boldness or anything at that point of time. i was angry and felt cheap and it was just an outburst of emotions.
Did it help? well. the man was made to get down. people shouted get lost. nothing more...

4:02 AM  
Blogger Anand S said...

From your account of the school, i can make out that my wife studied in the same school, i am utterly apalled.

10:57 AM  
Blogger the Monk said...

Damn...there's nothing I can say, you know that? It's been said already...It would be painfully inadequate...

3:43 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Dont know what helps...but I hope something changes the perverted attitudes of the people...reading so many incidents has really shook me...and a reaction from a friend too was something that made me feel ashamed of being a man...and not being able to do something about it...

10:53 PM  
Blogger danya said...

thanx rockus for giving me tis link...evry gal who travels by public bus may ve to suffer these kind of probs..me tooo... not so often as i dont ve to go by crowded bus these days...but had to suffer som 4 yrs back while i was doing my 11th n 12th classes...v r helpless in those situations tahn jsut changing our positions of standing or avoiding crowded buses...and i heard many stories of the consequences of reacting to these abuses...lemme site one...

a gal studying in 10th std had to suffer som kind of abuse at the local bus...she slapped the guy who behaved cheaply to her...and evryone thgt the chapter ended there...aft 10th std ,she joined a coll for higher studies,a women's coll...she got a very gud frnd there and the frnd used to invite her to her home evryday...and one day coz of som strike or so both went to the frnds home...and there started the sad story in the gals life...the home was actly of tht guy whom the gal slapped som years back...he was waiting for a situ to make revenge and was paying the gal to make frnd wit the other one!!!he raped her there at his home...i came to know abt this story frm a cuncellor who took a class for us at school abt these kinds of attacks and the gal came to the lady to tel her story...

so its not possibel for a gal to respond to the cruel actions of the guys...so only thng v can do is...try our best to avoid such situ(i know its not possible though)!!!

9:09 AM  
Blogger Incognito said...

Meenu : Its just that, only we have been learning lessons. With everything that happens.. only more rules are imposed on women on what/why/where/how we have to be. Not vice versa.

Jawahar : What we could do now, is spread the news. About blank noise. The less the ignorance, the more the awareness.

No, you need not feel ashamed of being in this world. It is dirty. It is disgusting. But, whats done cannot be reverted back. Lets step forward.

Vibha : I guess, these things have been happening so often that everything is taken too casual.

Anandtheleo : I do want to hope atleast one woman was spared of this atrocities?

Monk : Hmmm, quite so. Just help us spread the word.

Now, Rockus, Jawahar, please dont feel ashamed of yourselves. Cos, when we refer 'men', here, we are refering to the lecherous types.

Danya : Thats so egoistic of that guy to prove his might to a girl. That too in this way. Just because he got slapped for something he did. Is this how he proves to the world, he is man. I tell you, I'm appalled by some of the theories of manhood. In movies too. They promote such ideas. Being a man, you rape a girl. Its jubiliation. What pathetic creature he must have been.

Only here, the judgement given to the raped and rapist would be to get married! What an idea? How can you live with an animal?

1:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

WOW U MUST BE ONE HOT CHICK

LOOKS LIKE EVERYBODY'S AFTER U...

LOL

I'D RECOMEND THAT U CARRY A TAZER AND ZAP THOSE WHO HARASS U.....

12:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

boys will be boys.........

the only protection for u gals is not to travel alone.......

better still wear a burqa...nobody in his right state of mind will want to approach a muslim gal...

or else get a scooter and avoid public transport.......

but remember boys will be boys and they'll want to grab ur boobs..... its their nature and it cant be changed.........

u have a comment abt that???? contact me: gixxer_084@yahoo.com

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