I’m a human being..!!

As I stepped out of the house, my legs trembled again. I kept walking and praying to God in my murmurs to keep me safe. Yes, I was frightened. Frightened of the so-called ‘better half of the society’. My soul was shivering and the news flash from last night kept coming to my mind again and again, “One more rape case in Delhi”. I wanted to be inside those 4 walls today. Same 4 walls, coming out of which was my own decision, for which I had fought with the society, convinced my parents, proven my worth and thus held this position of keeping myself independent. I wanted to run, but the question ‘run to reach where?’ kept popping up in my head. I had always wanted to prove my worth in a place where the only parameter of being worthy was skill, where gender won’t count for anything except for a ‘biological term’, where competition was fair and where people knew the value of ‘fairness’, but it turns out that my expectations were mere imagination and the world works in an entirely different way, here gender gives or takes all the rights for your existence, here skill means nothing and the competitions are never fair.

I kept walking, as the thoughts kept flooding. I was continuously thinking and was yet aware of every sound around me. The stole around me kept flowing and I kept on struggling to be safe behind that small piece of cloth. I have always been ‘the brave one’ in my family, I wondered where was that bravery right now ?

Like every other female, I have scars that can never fade away. Like every other female, I have stories that I can never narrate. Like every other female, I have memories that often turn into nightmares to haunt me and grab me down, making me vulnerable to every kind of negative energy. As I reached my office, I looked at my watch, I was late, probably coz of the thought processes going on inside me. I looked around, saw the familiar faces that I saw daily, and tried to peek into everyone’s soul, their intentions and their thoughts but in vain. Everyone wore that glued artificial smile to their faces that came off only when a topic like this one stood before them when the world tried to say something that they never want to believe.

Well, I opened my laptop and focussed on my work. While the thoughts of changing the world kept on getting stronger and milder at the same time, the ambience despite being same old sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to burn the world, burning my fears in it as well, somewhere the anger was mixed densely with the fear. As if wishing the powers of ‘Maharshi Parashuram’ of making the world void of ‘Kshatriya’ to be with me, and I’d devoid the world of the ‘MALES’.

Well, I knew, this was no solution to the problem, but the question was, what was the solution ??

People say, we need to change everyone’s intention of looking towards women, but, is that practically possible ?? Especially when the people with authority, power and education with them, treat ‘RAPE’ as women’s fault. When people with no authority, try to teach women a lesson for being out of home after 7 in the evening.

Well, yes, it is our fault. It is us, the weaker section, who think we can do anything coz the world looks at the skills. It is us, women, who think equality is not proportional to a number of seats reserved in any public vehicle. It is us, the insignificant ones, who try to fulfil our ambitions and tell the world that if 40 people are famous and among them 2 are women, that is not equality.

As the day went by, my thoughts turned from fear to anger to burning desire of proving to at least one person that ‘I’m not an object, I’M A HUMAN BEING’.

Yes, Mr. Male, ‘I’M A HUMAN BEING AS WELL, LIKE YOU’.

I completed my work, packed my bag, and stepped out of the office for my home. I was confident now, willing to fight all the wrongs in the way, and wishing in the back of my head ‘if those scars that every female member of the society bears, never existed’.