The Incredible Indian Male

A nation rose from silence to a horrific truth that women are the “weaker sex”. Contrary to the belief that we are a developing nation, we went back a few hundred years where a man’s penis was of great value. With testosterone raging and adrenaline pumping high he would go on to the battlefield to justify his “manhood”. And this is what he is doing today- be it in words or in action. Somewhere he is loosing it, his right to control the once meek and submissive woman. All his life he has seen his grandmother, his mother, his aunt going about the house with their head held low, uttering monosyllables only when the dominant male spoke to her. So now, how can he see his wife, his sister, his own daughter break the monotony of the patriarchy rule and become his boss at work, his equal at home and his contender to his father’s will.
It is but natural that to such a man a woman may look “dented and painted”, to this man she is the face of urban India and not the rural Bharat , that she is his next conquest and that she needs to learn her lesson right away.
As a woman today living in this “developing nation” I salute to the rise of the “Incredible Indian Male”. I feel a deep urge to serve him, to be honoured by his presence and feel duty bound to give into his whims and fancies cause I was born to do so. What he says is right , what he does is right too! And god forbid I go against his will and wishes may the earth give way and I be buried alive.
My mother taught me wrong that being born a woman was something to be proud of. That I had the charm and the wit to make men dance to my tunes. That I could do whatever I wanted ,whenever I wanted and I could do better than a man. But, she taught me wrong cause she never took into consideration that men had egos the size of their you know what that grew at the slightest of provocation.
Men of honour and men of pride are an endangered species or rather an extinct species that we may now find as fictional characters in books, cause the “Incredible Indian Male “ finds it difficult to digest that objects like women have to be treated with dignity, have to be given a place in society and Oh, good lord! Be treated as an equal.
With debates and counter debates dying their own death in all social media as time passes by, me an “Average Indian Woman” would wait anxiously for another national uproar, hoping that politics and media would again “talk” about ME and MY PLACE in the society. Give me the importance, and try to lay down laws for my safety, since I am already born and they cannot do anything about that! And till such time I hope and pray that I am not the cause of the uproar.
I walk on the streets today with the latest update that how my bare midriff is going to be the cause of me getting raped and not those lecherous eyes or the sick mindset of the awesome male species. That I should remember to call him “bhaiyya” , if he forces himself upon me and thus he will let me go to find another one of my species who doesn’t know this magic word.
I bow down in admiration to the “Incredible Indian Male” as he has shown me light that he may worship my form as the Goddess of Wealth but my true place lies in my mother’s womb- safe, secure and loved!
The end to this note is wishful thinking though I don't believe it too... I am angry, hurt and confused... I want to live safe and with dignity. This seems too much to ask in the present scenario... And it's only a wish!