[Lights up a cig..]
Well, very much unlike Harry Potter or the Joker, these weren't developed in a day. These are a result of the happenings around that have left their indelible impressions.
It was an hour past midnight. I was taking a walk with a female friend of mine in Bombay after a good dinner at The Peking Tom. All this delight gave me my new found love for "clean" Fridays (without booze/fag).
Well, you know how time flies when good things happen. It is always because tonnes of shit is just awaiting you round the corner. An hour passed by. Out of nowhere, this dickhead comes along trying to shove the girl. But quick thinking from her end else a case of target missed by him saved her the discomfort.This jerk, takes a U turn, all the while pretending to be on a call, comes back, from what it looked like, tried to seize her from behind me, where she, suspecting foul play took shelter in. I was aghast. I could not make a move.
Did I ever not watch all this eve-teasing shit in the movies? Probably yes. But nothing had struck me so hard.
[Gnashes...]
Is this the respect that the fairer sex deserve?
What invites it? I bet it wasn't the lady's attire.
What fucking right have you got to have a go at a lady?
Did it owe to the fact that these jerks outnumbered us that night?
Did the outnumbering justify my inaction?
Given a choice, now, I'd literally shoot him with a shot gun-Pulp Fiction style.
[And the chain smoking continues..]
It pains me so much to imagine the mindset of this bastard. Was that incident a vindication that he had the balls to molest anyone at his will?
I wish, a la Taxi Driver, they wash this scum off the roads. It stinks.
I wish, instead of punching walls and wardrobes, I had hit the jerk where it hurt him the most and made him regret all his life.
If a mere attempt at molestation, had such a deep impact, I shudder with the thought of worse things that have happened to women.
What goes through a recipient's mind? To be forced upon.. To be helpless... Spare a thought...
Yours truly signs off with all the unanswerable questions, anguish and deep guilt.
PS Writing has never been rustier.. Darn!
Well, very much unlike Harry Potter or the Joker, these weren't developed in a day. These are a result of the happenings around that have left their indelible impressions.
It was an hour past midnight. I was taking a walk with a female friend of mine in Bombay after a good dinner at The Peking Tom. All this delight gave me my new found love for "clean" Fridays (without booze/fag).
Well, you know how time flies when good things happen. It is always because tonnes of shit is just awaiting you round the corner. An hour passed by. Out of nowhere, this dickhead comes along trying to shove the girl. But quick thinking from her end else a case of target missed by him saved her the discomfort.This jerk, takes a U turn, all the while pretending to be on a call, comes back, from what it looked like, tried to seize her from behind me, where she, suspecting foul play took shelter in. I was aghast. I could not make a move.
Did I ever not watch all this eve-teasing shit in the movies? Probably yes. But nothing had struck me so hard.
[Gnashes...]
Is this the respect that the fairer sex deserve?
What invites it? I bet it wasn't the lady's attire.
What fucking right have you got to have a go at a lady?
Did it owe to the fact that these jerks outnumbered us that night?
Did the outnumbering justify my inaction?
Given a choice, now, I'd literally shoot him with a shot gun-Pulp Fiction style.
[And the chain smoking continues..]
It pains me so much to imagine the mindset of this bastard. Was that incident a vindication that he had the balls to molest anyone at his will?
I wish, a la Taxi Driver, they wash this scum off the roads. It stinks.
I wish, instead of punching walls and wardrobes, I had hit the jerk where it hurt him the most and made him regret all his life.
If a mere attempt at molestation, had such a deep impact, I shudder with the thought of worse things that have happened to women.
What goes through a recipient's mind? To be forced upon.. To be helpless... Spare a thought...
Yours truly signs off with all the unanswerable questions, anguish and deep guilt.
PS Writing has never been rustier.. Darn!
