I lose it all...

I cry, I smile, I rise, I fall,

And then slowly, I lose it all.

I feel sadness around me,

Engulfing me, I don't feel free.

The Dawn at Dusk - Book Review

The Dawn at Dusk
By Sandeep Nayyar
Review By Ila Garg

The Dawn at Dusk, a novel by Sandeep Nayyar, is published by Ocean Paperbacks, a division of Ocean Books Pvt. Ltd. The cover shows a warrior woman. The backdrop of a dusty ground looks like a battle field scene. Let’s see what the book is about because the cover is quite intriguing!

Her Resurrection - Book Review

Her Resurrection
By Soumyadeep Koley
Review By Ila Garg

Her Resurrection, a novel by Soumyadeep Koley, is published by Gargi Publishers. The cover is an absolute delight, however, if you go deeper into the layers – the meaning that it brings out is profound. The eyes that compel you to look into them twice are full of pain and anguish, but is there something more to those eyes? We will find out only when we read this book that is based on sex trafficking.

Why me? I need Answers.

Ever since, Gang rape became a common scenario in 'The Heart of our Country', our very own Delhi, I am traumatized by the fact that how brutal can a human be?? Is it finally the end of humanity??

It's painful to hear that nobody is even interested to provide help when such incidents happen right in front of their eyes... and where is the God when all these torturous events happen?? Why is it that every time such mishaps occur, our Govt. takes a back seat and chooses to be all silent?? Why there has to be only a female to become a victim?? Why are men getting so desperate?? Why should only a girl bear all the pains and sufferings?? And why there is no answer when we ask our questions to our elders??

On top of it, the conversation ends with the note that "You are a girl/woman... try to adapt to every situations after all you are to be blamed for what's happening. You are the 'Eve' who brought doom to 'Adam'. It's your duty to follow orders." I still wonder why there is no equality between the sexes?? Why is it a crime to be a part of the fairer sex?? Why a boy and girl are brought up in different ways?? After all both of them are humans created by the same Universal God; only dissimilar with some biological organs. Then why this discrimination?? The former is always ready to show his organs publicly (urinating in the streets) and the later is always been preserved like gems in the family.

But my argument does not end here. There are much more bigger issues to talk about. Like if we can protect our own women of our family then why not the sisters and mothers of others. Why a man glances at the other women with his lustful eyes?? Why can't they behave in a courteous manner with the female folk?? Why are we the species to be taken for granted?? And why every time,we have to be a victim in front of  the male chauvinist pigs?? I think my quest will never end and I wish to have a person who could answer all my questions; questions that are valid.

But my fear does not stop with this. As my questions increase day by day my fear too rises gradually step by step. Every morning when I leave my home I have a phobia for my loved ones that they should not be grudged in to the devilish eyes of any male chauvinist whether it is rickshaw wala, auto driver or just a passer by. I always pray to God that nothing happens to my mother, my sisters, or my friends. No matter what's your age, occupation, etc. the rover like devilish eyes will always follow you like a beast in every way and that fear actually rose rapidly in me after the incident.

Few days back, I was as usual returning home by an auto when on the one side, I had to verbally fight with the idiot auto driver but on the other side I was really worried about the consequences. As the disease lies in the head whether it is a worker or a high profile celebrity the superiority of men towards every female lies in the mind; in the mentality. They only look at us as a sexual object and means of entertainment and nothing else.

But one thing, I figured out after much dwelling, was that the rage; the frustration and pain of being subjugated to tortures has actually alienated the female entities from this world. I although avoid such situations but now I have placed myself as a phoenix with zero tolerance. Indeed, it is a paradoxical statement believing in zero tolerance but what if, I don't tolerate them at all and stand like a fighter with a hope of changing the world. May be together we can hope to make a difference after all.

From confinement to freedom! :)

“In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.”

– Albert Camus

Tortured beyond imagination by my own parents, I have finally pushed through the pain to build a life of hope. As a child, at first I was taught by my mother to be comfortable and responsive to a man’s touch. I could hardly understand what she wanted me to do until one day, my parents sold me to an agency that dealt in child trafficking. That seemed like an end to my life.

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For few weeks, I was provided food and clothes that looked good. But all that comfort was short lived, and then the unthinkable happened. I was dressed in skimpy clothes and my face was painted in heavy and cheap looking make up. Then, I was made to stand with few other helpless girls. A price tag was put around our necks and we were literally auctioned before the prospective clients. 

I was shuddering in utter disbelief. At that moment, a client bargained me for sex. He took me to a room and told me to strip. I refused his offer immediately. He grabbed me by the hair, forced me on the floor and raped me forcefully, taking away my virginity. I was terrorized and felt as if I had lost myself. The girl who came out of that room wasn’t me anymore. I could not recognize myself in the mirror.

After that day, it was on a regular basis that I was put in rooms with different clients and was supposed to please them, entertain them, and what not. Mentally I was lost, emotionally I had killed myself, and physically I had no choice but to lay naked in bed with some strangers. I didn’t recognize the sun or know what the grass felt like! 

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It was only after several months that I finally got my one chance to escape from that hell. Everyone seemed to be busy and I was willing to give myself one chance to revamp my life. I took a leap of faith from the back side window when no one was noticing and ran with all my might.

I decided not to go to the police station as I was terrified. After several days, I ran into a counselor who helped me regain my optimism. She took me to a doctor and I was put on medication. My road to normality has been a bumpy ride. I would have fits of rage, long nights of tears and terror, and few suicide attempts. It was only after hundreds of visit to the doctor and being in regular touch with my counselor that I finally heaved a sigh of relief.

For the first time in years, I am off medication for depression and can look up to a future. I exercise to keep my mind active, I interact with people (something that I have been frightened of) and seem to fave found a new me.

- The Girl who saw a new 'hope'

#CrumpledVoices2

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Not wanted at my own home?

I always wondered if whatever happened with me in my life has been a nightmare all along… because emerging out of that pain makes me feel like a phoenix! For someone who is just 17 years old, I have been through a lot in my life. I take care of myself for as long as I can remember. It feels like I have been nurturing myself on my own because my family never seemed to look after me. For them, perhaps, I was always a non-existent entity.

My dad treated me bad right from when I was only a baby. I felt as if I could never reach up to his expectations; as if I was never good enough for him. Everything I did was always full of flaws. Even as a kid, I remember that he used to hit me and then challenge me to hit him. I thought he meant it and I would try to hit him back only to be beaten by him with double force. I was nothing more than a punching bag for him. He used to kick me hard if I didn’t do what I was told or did something wrong. So gradually, I learnt to go along with whatever he said, and to keep out of his way as much as I could.

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The worst thing was that my mother never told him to stop. She would instead yell at me and acted like I deserved that pain. I started to believe that everything was my fault. When I was about 13, I started drinking heavily to escape the vehement thoughts. I bunked my classes just about every day, until the school told my parents about my attendance. Seeing the opportunity, my dad bashed me up and beat the hell out of me.

I began hating school because I always ended up in trouble for having fights with other kids. The teachers also disliked me. At home, the situation was no good. I felt lonely even when my parents were in the house because they ignored me. The only occasion they acknowledged my presence was when they need to vent out their anger. I was terrified in my own house. As a result, I used to stay over at a friend’s place, and sometimes I would sleep out on a park’s bench. The more I stayed away, the more scared I was of going back home because I knew I would get scolded and beaten hard for running away. I started staying outdoors for days together. It felt better than going home.

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After a while I enrolled myself in an orphanage and they took me in refuge immediately on hearing my story. People here are so generous and genuinely care. I have a big family here. I play with other kids and my bruises are finally healing too. That one step of escaping the house changed my life for better. I study and do a part time work for money. I am sure that with my savings and their help, I will at last, have a future.

- The Boy who remained undeterred

#CrumpledVoices2

The scream of non-tolerance!

I was very young when I would often see my mother, curled up in a corner. Her face would always be hidden in her knees and I could hear sounds of sobbing. But I was too scared to go near her, ask her the reason or comfort her. I was naive and vulnerable myself and seeing her like that almost every day weakened me more. I didn’t know who should I turn to for help.

Then, I myself decided to help her come out of that isolation. I didn’t sleep the whole night to check on her from a distance. What I saw that day, took me by surprise! My father entered home at half past midnight and started shouting at my mother. He beat her for no reason and then told her to go away. As she stood up from the floor to leave, he again turned to her and slapped her once more before repeating his dialogue.

I could no longer bear that tormenting sight. I don’t know from where I gathered enough courage to face my drunkard father and I went straight to where he was standing to shield my mother from him. My father was no less than a devil in disguise. Seeing me there, he decided to derive some more sadistic pleasure by hitting me. But before he could harm me, I screamed and screamed with all my might.

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In a couple of minutes, the whole neighborhood was awake and banging at our door. I rushed to open as my father looked at me, alarmed as he was taken in by that surprise. Meanwhile, several aunts rushed inside to safeguard my mother on hearing my story. Somebody called the police station, and my father was imprisoned on charges of domestic violence.

That night, I cuddled closed to mum, unable to sleep. I was feeling betrayed by my own father. I was restless and my throat parched but I could not ask for water. My mother was awake all night too. As the sunlight entered our room the next day, we both made a promise to each other – A promise of togetherness! We decided that no matter how many more storms come in our life, we will continue to be each other’s support and not give in to the torture. We will raise our voice against all kind of atrocities and we won’t shed tears for people who don’t care for us.

Today, I am proud to have my mother by my side. She is everything to me – my mother, father, sibling, and also my best friend. I can never ask for anything more. Just a smile on her face relieves me from all the burden and I regain my strength to fulfill our dreams.

- The Girl who had the courage

#CrumpledVoices2

Rapescars... They Never Heal - Book Review

Rapescars… They never heal…

By Gaurav Sharma

Review By Ila Garg

Rapescars… They Never Heal… is a novel by the author Gaurav Sharma, earlier known for his debut book Love @ Air Force which was brought out by Blackbuck Publications. Petals Publishers has associated with Jimmyeric Films & Media for the cover design of this book. The book has a very appropriate cover page. The newspaper cutting displayed on the cover enhances the look. Indeed, a captivating cover! The concept of the cover itself is so compelling that one would be tempted to pick this book.

Gaurav Sharma, is a Mathematics teacher by profession and a writer by passion. He contributed a poem in The Essence of Eternal Happiness which is a collection of poems from 29 poets from 6 countries. He claims, lunacy for his dreams has helped him being a published writer. As a writer, he doesn’t want to be just a storyteller but yearns to create a stir.

The blurb of Rapescars… They Never Heal… reads as, ‘A girl is raped! Her parents insist to report. Police tries to scuttle the case. Her father’s influence works! Doctor, the fourth man, sees her bare. The defence lawyer encounters with obnoxious questions.

As if, she had inveigled the innocent boys…

As if, she’s the one accused and her violators are seeking justice against her...

She feels & experiences being raped in public again. Her lawyer manages to seek conviction!

Akriti wins the case but refuses her culprit to have imprisonment.

Why does she do this?

What does she decide then?

Is this the decision of ‘her’ or ‘raped mind’?

RAPESCARS is the voice of a rape survivor who thrives to stand against the violation of her persona...’

The author dedicates the book to all girls. In his own words -

“For all the daughters of the land

who braved the beast in men

and refused to be a victim

but chose to be a survivor…”

Initial impressions of the book from the title, tagline, cover, and the blurb – It’s not a mainstream plot. On the contrary, this novel offers a different story to read. A simple love story concluding in a tragedy! It talks about not just a rape, but the scars that it leaves behind; the unceasing fear, the tumult, and the shivers of brutality!

Beginning with a deep etching Prologue, wherein the author describes how the girl regains consciousness after being raped, what does she feel, and how she reacts. This description is so precise yet sounds harshly real. This is the story of Akriti and Raman, who went to college in the same university special bus. I liked the way the author kept in mind the small little details. He aptly writes from the girl’s point of view and narrates how she feels when she has a crush on a guy, how she takes hours to decide what outfit she should wear the next day and what accessories would she match them with and how would she style her hair.

The story that looks like a typical romance at the beginning, soon takes a turn when Raman begins to make faster moves and evades the questions of marriage. More often, he takes her in an empty apartment for their ‘secret dates’. He was desperate to cross the limits. They were going too far in the relationship too early.

The lodging of complaint, medical examination scenes and the courtroom trials were quite realist in narration. The chapter titles were interesting so was the style of writing. A few punctuation errors and the bad proofreading made the reading a little unpleasant for me but on the whole, I loved the narrative.

The 152 page book has a prologue and 30 chapters and is undoubtedly appealing. The book has sheer realism which is the USP according to me. The narrative skills of the author are indeed commendable and as he used a girl as the mouthpiece, this book really becomes special. The language and pace is comfortable.

Things that should not be left unnoticed are the words from her parents. The anger and helplessness is apparent in their dialogues. It is interesting to note that even after winning the case, she lets the culprits go scot-free.

'Yay' Factors: Theme and its execution.

'Nay' Factors: Few proofreading errors.

Message for readers: "Being born with a vagina makes you a Girl, but to reiterate that you are a human, you need a VOICE."

Rating: 3.75/5

This (Unbiased) book review is a part of "The Readers Cosmos Book Review Program". To get free books log on to thereaderscosmos.blogspot.com. Thanks Nimi Vashi for giving me the opportunity to read such a nice book!

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As I looked within...I saw!

Walking down the lane,

Viewing the street with disdain.

My mind loaded with so many heavy thoughts,

Questions are there, but answers are not.

I keep moving, dejected,

Evil happenings keep me distracted.

How can I shut my mind?

How can I keep myself denied?

You tell me, can't you see?

What's going on around us? Around me?

Forlorn, lost all happiness,

I stood there in distress.

I looked at the street,

Found it full of blood shed.

I looked at the people at a distance,

Found them crying profusely.

I looked at the nature,

Found it all in an utter mess.

And then I looked within myself,

I was astonished with what I saw there.

I saw a girl weeping,

She had been raped.

I saw a poor man begging,

He was helpless.

I saw a crowd lying in blood,

They were the victims of a bomb blast.

I saw an innocent bride being burnt,

She was the victim of the dowry custom.

I saw a pool of blood and a knife,

A boy had committed suicide tired of the stress, maybe.

I saw a large piece of barren land,

It was the victim of the selfish men.

In addition, I saw accidents, thievery,

And what not! I saw a lot.

And I wondered where are we living?

And my heart cringes with pain.

I feel hollow, I feel bitter,

I feel so unsafe, and I feel dead.

Lost in my oblivion world,

I try in vain to remove this evil somehow.

I shift towards my poetic delusions,

Frantically trying to find an escape route in them.

But am so hurt, so much disturbed,

That even my poetry has started reflecting my pain.

It fails to calm me down,

It fails to bring a smile on my face.

I wish somehow the clock turns around,

And we go back to what we were!

Dented & Painted : Book Review

                           

Dented & Painted

By Tirupathi Khemka

Review By Ila Garg

The anthology comprising of 23 remarkable short stories, Dented & Painted, has been published by Notionpress which is a self-publishing firm. The collection penned down by the visionary author, Tirupathi Khemka, is a must read for all humans especially the Indian folks. The reason why am saying this is the mentality of Indian men that is depleting day by day. Dented & Painted is appalling in its tone and subject. It deals with some of the highly sensitive issues prevailing in our society at large.

Each story is instilled with sheer pain, miseries, & struggles. Different hues of women are portrayed efficiently. The language is bold and comprehensive. Details are also well written. On the whole, the collection is nicely compiled and stories are engrossing and have a power that grips you from within. 

As you continue reading these stories, you develop a strong sense of connection with the theme of feminism that is prevalent and also one feels that the author has poured his heart into these stories. Expressions from heart are always real and pure, same is the case here in Dented & Painted. 

‘Male chauvinist pigs’ are well-exposed. The mind blowing stories are an eye-opener and the narrative is quite strong. Sometimes the pace gets fast, though the emotions are well maintained. True reality is pictured which pinches you somewhere and shows you the mirror unto society. It depicts the cruelty of patriarchal society in which we continue to live. Dented & Painted leaves your eyes moist with tears and you feel how crippled you have become by letting others dominate you and decide things for you. 

The stories begin with the opening lines in italics which store in them the essence of the whole story and ends with question marks that leave your mind ticking. These life changing stories shake the insides of your soul. The author has made very interesting and keen observations before penning down each one of these wonderful pieces of writing.

Kudos to the writer for his brilliant attempt! He proved the power of a pen and the wonders that it can do. The cover of the collection is beautiful and attractive and makes you want to ‘Get, Set, and Go’ with the book immediately. 

Dented & Painted is a complete page turner. The complexities of women’s life, how they are tortured, subdued, and tormented, and how they fight back are narrated by the author. The fact that the stories are taken from real life amazes you. The female readers will share the pain, the grief, and will understand their power and may try to act in the right direction by stop letting the men rule their lives. The male readers might be able to see the other side and will try to become humans instead of beasts that they have become in reality.

The stories expose a wide horizon of themes from prostitution to rapes, women as victims to women as fighters, the sufferings of women to struggles of women, women as creators to the women as destructors, the divine to the not so divine women, and many more.

This book is recommended for masses for the major change that it aims at. 

Rating: 4.5/5

Jiah Khan's suicide.

"I don't know how to say this to you but I might as well now as I have nothing to lose. I've already lost everything. If you're reading this I might have already left or about to leave. I am broken inside. You may not have known this but you affected me deeply to a point where I lost myself in loving you. Yet you tortured me everyday. These days I see no light I wake up not wanting to wake up. There was a time I saw my life with you, a future with you. But you shattered my dreams. I feel dead inside. I've never given so much of myself to someone or cared so much. You returned my love with cheating and lies. It didn't matter how many gifts I gave you or how beautiful I looked for you. I was scared of getting pregnant but I gave myself completely the pain you have caused me everyday has destroyed every bit of me, destroyed my soul. I can't eat or sleep or think or function. I am running away from everything. The career is not even worth it anymore.

When I first met you I was driven, ambitious and disciplined. Then I fell for you, a love I thought would bring out the best in me. I don't know why destiny brought us together. After all the pain, the rape, the abuse, the torture I have seen previously I didn't deserve this. I didn't see any love or commitment from you. I just became increasingly scared that you would hurt me mentally or physically. Your life was about partying and women. Mine was you and my work. If I stay here I will crave you and miss you. So I am kissing my 10-year career and dreams goodbye. I never told you but I received a message about you. About you cheating on me. I chose to ignore it, decided to trust you. You embarrassed me. I never went out, I never went with anyone else. I am a loyal person. I never met anyone with Karthik I just wanted you to feel how you make me feel constantly. No other woman will give you as much as I did or love you as much as I did. I can write that in my blood. Things were looking up for me here, but is it worth it when you constantly feel the pain of heartbreak when the person you love wants to abuse you or threatens to hit you or cheats on you telling other girls they are beautiful or throws you out of their house when you have no where to go and you've come to them out of love or when they lie to your face or they make you chase after them in their car. Or disrespects their family. You never even met my sister. I bought your sister presents. You tore my soul. I have no reason to breathe anymore. All I wanted was love. I did everything for you. I was working for us. But you were never my partner. My future is destroyed my happiness snatched away from me. I always wished the best for you, was ready to invest what little money I had in your betterment. You never appreciated my love, Kicked me in the face. I have no confidence or self esteem left, whatever talent whatever ambition you took it all away. You destroyed my life. It hurt me so much that I waited for you for ten days and you didn't bother buying me something.

The Goa trip was my birthday present but even after you cheated I still spent on you. I aborted our baby when it hurt me deeply. You destroyed my Christmas and my birthday dinner when I came back. When I tried my hardest to make your birthday special. You chose to be away from me on Valentines Day. You promised me once we made it to one year we would get engaged. All you want in life is partying, your women and your selfish motives. All I wanted was you and my happiness you took both away from me. I spent money on you selflessly you would throw in my face. When I would cry for you. I have nothing left in this world to live for after this. I wish you had loved me like I loved you. I dreamt of our future. I dreamt of our success. I leave this place with nothing but broken dreams and empty promises. All I want now is to go to sleep and never wake up again. I am nothing. I had everything. I felt so alone even while with you. You made me feel alone and vulnerable. I am so much more than this."

Jiah Khan was thus a hopeless romantic. She gave up everything for one single person who betrayed her all the time. Finally she gave up her life without caring about her family or anything else. How many such suicides take place around us? A lot more than you can even count!

I have just one thing to say on this sad incident that we girls should love ourselves more often and when some heartless guys break our heart, we should learn to take a stand for ourselves rather than giving into their demands and losing ourselves completely for a person who doesn't even care. Life is precious. You should not give it away for a bad ass. 

Suicide is never a solution. You leave so many things and people behind you just to escape from a single person. Instead you should be firm and face that person with a positive mind set and move on. Fight the situation, don't run away from it. If someone breaks your heart or destroys you, talk to someone else, may be seek a counsellor, but don't commit suicide. Pain will slowly go away and will be replaced by happiness. But suicide can never be undone! So just hold on to life and keep hoping for a better tomorrow. Have faith in yourself! Be strong. Cheers to life!

Wishing you all the best of the whole world. Wishing you love, joys, & laughter!

Hugs & Kisses,

Ila

xoxo 

:)

The Lost Paradise : Book Review

The Lost Paradise
By Anjali Vaswani & Vikas Bansal
Review by Ila Garg

The story of the novel, The Lost Paradise, is set in the capital city of our country, Delhi. The beginning scene takes the readers in a usual household scenario where a mother is trying every means to wake her kids up. This scene in itself is very relatable and elaborated beautifully by the novelists, Anjali Vaswani & Vikas Bansal.

The story line, as I felt, is very challenging, intriguing, and, gripping. From the second chapter onwards, the story begins to enthral the readers and engage them in the process of reading. The way in which Anjali & Vikas have crafted themselves into the story is notable too.

The 167 page book comprises of 15 chapters. Each chapter compels the readers to engross themselves into the story. The story gave me goose bumps as I continued to explore in the details. The novelists have tactfully placed Riya’s history in front of the Readers.

Riya is a small town girl who comes to the city with big dreams of becoming a politician and wiping out all the evils from our society. She meets Vivaan and falls in love. Every scene is marvellously written and is therefore believable.

The lead protagonists, Riya and Vivaan, are a made for each other couple. The romance, the way Vivaan proposes Riya, the intimacy between them, the love, is so well expressed that it actually makes you remember your lover!

Riya and Vivaan are shown very much in love, and yet it is not just a common place love story. It deals with society at large. Rapes, Drugs, MMS scams, Murders, etc. comprises of the underlying themes. I personally recommend this book for all the youth of our society.

Moreover, what is striking about this novel is the fact that it is a debut novel and yet the subject chosen is quite matured. Proper justification is done to the content without any loop holes.

A common picture is placed amongst the Readers of the increasing number of girl victims, seeking justice at the India Gate, candle light marches, etc. but when it comes to Government, they are just acting like Douchebags. The intrinsic reality is portrayed magnificently. And for this, I highly appreciate the novelists.

Vivaan is a dedicated lover who wants to ensure Riya’s safety all the time. When Riya decides to help her friend Kamini to lead a normal life again without any fear of being killed, she doesn’t even know what effect it will have on her life and Vivaan’s ofcourse.

The moments of separation of Riya and Vivaan are created well too. You can actually see all the scenes running before your eyes like a movie. It left me all choked by the end.

The too many complexities of Riya’s life is just one of the reasons you want to keep turning the pages to find out what happens in The Lost Paradise. I finished the novel in one go as it is very hard to put it down once you start the journey. Vivaan tries hard to persuade her innumerable times that she should cease the battle and not involve herself much, but Riya is determined to fight for the right things.

To find out whether she comes out as a fighter or surrenders to the societal evils, she is able to bust the sex and drug racket or not, her dreams are fulfilled or shattered, she gets a happy ending or not, what happens to her future with Vivaan; you will have to read the novel, The Lost Paradise.

The Guwahati incident : Who is to be blamed?

According to a guy, it is the mistake of the girl because her dressing was improper. In case you don't get it, I am talking about the Guwahati Molestation case! I don't understand where such out of the world thoughts come from. She might go to a bar, get drunk, hungover or dress up however she wants to. It is her life! Problem is in the men's brain not in the dressing! If you don't have control over your hormones, shut your bloody eyes and mouth!
Please stop teaching girls how to dress up and start teaching guys not to rape them!! Weird people!!

These sexually frustrated guys see the girls as an object of lust. These boys think girls are their property. Male chauvinist pigs! They say India is a free country. Then also girls can't live freely here. In fact, it is here in India that we hear about so many cases of rape and women don't get respect, so how can India be a free country? That's just a lame opinion.
A teen-aged girl was molested, groped at and beaten up, all in full public view, by a mob in Guwahati, and what is the government doing? The 17-year-old girl was subjected to molestation and assault for nearly half an hour before being rescued by some passers-by. Just because the protesters started voicing their opinions, the police force is working overtime to hunt down those involved in the crime. So far, only four of them have been arrested while eight others are still out there somewhere.
One of my friends, Peeyush Kaushik who lives in Guwahati claims that it is not a safe city for anyone at night. He says that even men are not safe there at night. I wonder when will our government look into the safety affairs of Guwahati state. Reality is we have been corrupted at the very ground level. When the roots are corrupted, how can one expect the tree to be safe?
In words of another friend, Sanya Nayar, 'If we sit to rectify men's mentality and challenge it by hosting slut walks and displaying our-will-dress up, we'll keep roaming in this vicious cycle. After all, one also does take precaution against a mad dog on the street.' Further another girl, Vanshika Sharma says that India is not a free country anymore!
Vaishnavi Srimag has got this to say on the whole tragic incidence, 'How a girl dresses is none of your business dude!! I don't think even a single man would like if we tell you how to dress. Girls should have their freedom to at least dress how they want! Problem is not how she dresses. It's how MEN see it!! IDIOTS! Sometimes I feel like screaming things like...you people are sexually frustrated. Go drown yourself in freezing water!!!!'
Sanya Gulati, is outraged by the happening and says, 'The message really needs to spread around but wonder if these thick headed and desperate men would get a word! Guess how they would be sparing their mom and sisters..huh jerks!'
Further, Akriti Bahal, a friend and blogger voices, 'Actually! Men, today, are sick! Now, this seems like- We'll continue being horrendous animals no matter what, because it's our birth right, and put unwarranted blames on the other gender, because we have to say something in our defense. Eh? Whatever? Sick!'
At the end, I have this to say the war of sexes is never ending! No one is black or white; right or wrong! We all are just in shades of grey. The government is acting deaf, and the world is getting more and more unsafe to live. I wonder what's the future has in store for us. We can just hope to survive and walk in the streets fearless someday! May peace prevails!