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#DontJudgeMe: My plea to the society

Don’t sit that way you look like a slut! Don’t raise your voice apparently you are a girl! Soften your voice is what you need to prefer! As being a girl is actually a kalank!

Short hair doesn’t go with you because you are categorized under long hair column. Even your Baal katne wala will tell you at certain age that you need to grow your hair because that is a symbol of your being. Categorization is such a thing bruh! And the vital role in categorization has always been given to that corner waali chaar aunty with whom we have NOT met in our life till yet and the irony is NEVER will take the place of Not certainly. Believe me those aunties do exist but in our parents’ mentality.


These are those LOG with whom we are not accustomed to and I think they exist only to ruin our life in their style. Mother and Father, they all are trapped in this net spread by these LOG and they together take the theka of our Life (how cool is that). And their tag line is “BETA TUMHARE BHALE KE LIYE HAI” (Haha)

You are born only to be dependent. INDEPENDENCE has to be a word that exists only in your dictionary and nowhere else because if it does, then again you will be termed as slut, prostitute, whore and what not babe!


You are not supposed to show your bra strap, it is only allowed to boys to show their body parts and prove they are macho. Whoops!

I guess ‘Agle janam mohe bitiya na Kijo’ is what we are going to die with and society will give no shit about it.

So at last I beg society to have mercy on me, I hope you are not angry if I disagree.

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I am a Girl: I do not exist!

We are almost half of the world’s population. And we are also human beings, have the nations forgotten about us?  Every day you read about a rape case and people think that its common and normal thing nowadays.


Females want an answer now if anyone can answer, how can killing a human or inserting a rod in your vagina be a common or normal thing? Are we not important to the country? Where are the political leaders who and ask for votes during the elections? Where are the people who march on the streets and act as the feminists or even the well-wishers of the female fraternity? Where are the men in uniform who are kept for the safety of the country but are even found involved in some of the cases? Where are the citizens who are lost in the darkness of the politics? If I wear a short skirt, I am raped. If I wear a diaper, I am raped. If I wear a burqua, I get raped. If I am in my teens I get raped. If I am a mom, I get raped. Even If I am a grand mom, I get raped. World is waiting for the day I will be in the cemetery, and I will be raped!

Every day you wake up and see a rape case, a rape case of a 5-year girl or a rape case of a 22-year-old girl or not even the rape of 65-year-old. Don’t the rapists have a mother, sister or a girl friend? We are the fools who live in the country where we worship and celebrate Navratri on the name of the goddess, a goddess who is a FEMALE God. Girls get raped by the bosses, pundits, god fathers and god men and its still on and on and on. And if a girl is raped, she stays put and keeps shut, because that’s what the society wants her to do.


But I don’t need you or anybody else to tell me what’s to be done, did you support me when it happened to me? So stay shut. I don’t need a man, to pretend to be a nice one with a fake mask and rape me in the dark. I can stand on my own and fight the battle alone. My eyes don’t trust men anymore, I see every man with the doubt, and anyone can be a rapist. I don’t feel safe in my own house, my own city and in my own country. I would also want to tell I am a proud Indian, but only when I feel I am safe. My country is denoted with a name Bharat Mata (mother India), but Mata (mother) is raped every day.

I am not important; I am not a human being, I am not a living soul!

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