"An Urge To Find Myself" this blog comprises of some of my real life experiences, fictitious articles/ stories, along with a few rhymes and poems... This blog also supports articles from an anonymous writer with the name "Blessing InDisguise"... We request all the readers to post your comments regarding the content of this blog. Thank you. Hope you will enjoy your voyage throughout this blog... --Jatin H K Sharma
The conversation between me and my inner voice continued as we wandered across to the famous tea stall in Hiranandani. It's famous because of many things, namely tea, cigarettes, Paan, and other fast food stuffs. The average age of people who visit this place would be in the mid 20s.
"What's your opinion about women and their security? Why is she often a victim of crimes that must not be spoken of?" Asked the inner voice.
I sipped my tea, just to realize that it was hotter than I expected! I was amazed to hear such a question at this odd timing.
The place where we were standing was quite happening at this time of the night. Boys and girls, most of them still in college. IITians or MBAs would be my best guesses, provided we had institutions for both in the closest vicinity.
What I observed there wasn't strange, but it made me think deep on the question my inner voice asked. Men staring on these college girls, (or chicks as some might prefer). Men who were unknown to them. Practically raping them with the stares. "What's wrong in staring?" They would say. I'd say, nothing wrong in looking, but staring continuously is annoying. What if anyone unknown, whether boy or girl keep staring at you. You will feel scared a bit.
So I started my answer to the question like this, "I was watching this video the other day, in which the narrator said, "Women are weak, and that's why they are the victim of man's wrath." And I thought, "Oh really!"
I guess I might be one of those who has met a few powerful women, those who had the ability to mould the lives of themselves and others, in positive direction. Those who had challenges of their own families trying to suppress what they dreamed of becoming, just to follow silly rules of society. So I wondered, why are they the ones suppressed. I am not saying that this doesn't happen with men, but surely not to that extent as the women.
Dreams and careers are still questionable and a matter of choice. But mental and physical harassment isn't. Why women? I don't remember many cases where the same has been carried upon men. If there are, they are mostly workplace specific (mostly minor age cases) or jails. These are mainly men harassing men. I don't think these men are capable of handling the exact torture if conducted by women. But SHE has better things to do than wasting time on such atrocities.
Are women really weak?
I have a theory that is based on my experience. Men are jealous. They are not as beautiful as women. They are not multitasking like women. And they cannot run the house without the support of their female counterpart (generalized comment, no offense). So physical and mental harassment seems to be the only way they consider as necessary to show that men are more powerful than them.
Women are strong. They are capable of making strong decisions. They have the will to say no. They have the ability to create history, and who knows? May be a brilliant future never dreamed of. Give them the respect they deserve. Let them choose for themselves. Give them able guidance and opportunity. Don't make them weak. But a message to all of you men (including me) - get strong and take a positive stand to build a world where women are not treated like a toy of lust and pleasure.
Be a father, a son, a brother, a husband, a boyfriend, or just a good friend.
Be the man who gains respect by his deeds, rather than being the one who cuts the nose of his own gender.
Be a guardian, not a killer.
Be the protector of your own soul.
Be a hero.
Be a positive idol.
Be a real Man.
Respect Women."
The inner voice echoed in high volume, "Bravo gentleman! Bravo! So, ready for another step forward?"
I said, "With pleasure."
-Jatin H K Sharma
Preface
"Get up!" Commanded my inner voice. "Let's take a walk..." I asked, "Is it urgent?" "Yes, very urgent" replied the voice. "Alright."
And so I picked myself up and moved towards the basement, where I parked my bike. As I was approaching it and searched for keys in my pocket, the inner voice shouted, "I said walk, not ride!" "Okay" I said in amazement.
And so we started walking out of the basement onto the road. I left my bike parked in the office. (In case anyone is thinking who is we? It's me and the inner voice.)
And that was the start of the longest walk I ever had till date. The longest conversation I ever had we my inner voice, as we walked through the matrix of massive buildings of Hiranandani Estate, Powai, Mumbai.
Stay tuned...
