Pink pink

In answer to the Shiv Ram Sene, Nisha Susan has started the pink chaddi campaign.
They call themselves the consortium of loose forward pub going women, because all drinking women are considered loose.
The idea is that Muthalik desperately needs love this V-day, so send him a nice pink chaddi.
It's kinda like that gandhigiri idea from Lage Raho Munnabhai. Check out the link above for more details.
In answer to these guys, someone started the pink condom campaign........saying that these Loose pub going women are advocating sluttishness and alcoholism.....and will definitely need a condom to help them.

Sigh. campaign war.
but yea, the Sena needs love. and a good beating. So send in your chaddis.

Pub problems? drink em away!

Need I even be enraged about the whole mangalore pub thing? will it make a difference?
It definitely did not make my day, seeing Pramod Muthalik's constipated face staring at me from yesterdays BT, neither did reading the article improve my mood.
Sigh. Politicians, hear me. you are no one to dictate what we eat, what we drink, what we do in rickshaws, who we hold hands with, who we hug, where we go, and what we do in our bedrooms.
Trying to be all 'traditional' and all isn't gonna help your party-image.
If all this pisses you off..........go get a drink, man, who knows, you might like it....

I hate you guys with narrow minds and stupid attitudes.

No, not all guys, just you people.
You people who think so narrow mindedly. You people who think girly physical contact is taboo (no, i don't care if you're joking, I do not like it.) but still end up wrestling like heck with your guy-pals.
Put it this way to you........
I'm a girl. I get lonely. And I'm Kinda tactile-oversensitive and all. Which means I like physical contact. I like hugs. Not the girly kind, the kind where you don't even touch,the air-kiss thing, i like hard hugs.you people do NOT know how to hug.
so yes, when I'm lonely, I need hugs. I will take hugs. Since the people I actually want to hug aren't around, and you guys.....well I'm not that close to you.....so, I will hug the girls. I will hold them. from the back, like, and I will rest my head on their shoulder and talk to you. They don't seem to mind it, do they?
Then why do you?
And so, knowing that it gets me pretty pissed and will make me go all sulky for a while, don't ever EVER call my habit of hugging my friends as lesbian. Ok? they're just standbys for the ones i actually want to hug.
I'm straight. Ok?
Good. Do not call me that.

What is fucking wrong with Mumbai??

I don't generally read the news, because I claim it depresses me. I was actually gonna start again, but I don't think I'll bother.

Ok, First I link you to Rushi who's angrier about it than I am, and with good reason, he lives in Mumbai, he knows about the whole new year molestation thing......

Also linking you to Annie Zaidi's post dated 2 jan.

These Mumbai Molestations......I heard about it from a friend, she told me about these two ladies who'd been molested by some 80 men on their way back from a new year party.....and it still didn't hit me then. It's hit me now, when I heard the anger in Rushi's voice.

A lot of people (including me) live in a dream, in a beautiful bubble which says Mumbai's really safe, Mumbai's friendly......sometimes you have to live in your bubble if you don't want to be looking over your shoulder all the time.....

Well, pop your bubble, ladies and gents....that up there, that's the ugly side of Amchi Mumbai. That is the exact reason why we're living in the bubble.

I've never been molested (thank-god-touchwood-may-it-never-ever-happen) but I have been touched (pinched, actually, on my butt) and I remember the look the guy gave me, as he walked off.....he was smiling, the hard cold smile you give when you know the other person is helpless.....

and damn was I helpless.....I still regret not hitting the guy then and there. It wasn't even in mumbai dammit, it was in Bhopal I think, at a stadium. And the guy was a student. A student! Hardly 18!

And it wasn't just him, it was a lot of these shifty guys, just looking, and something in their looks made us slowly shift our position and go warm up somehwere else. And this when we were covered from head to toe.

But here it is, this is the ugly side of Mumbai, and all men, believe me. According to Hindustan Times (I read it in Rushi's post) aome 60% of Indian men feel that if women wear provocative clothes they're practically asking for molestation.

Bings back memories of some child rape case I'd read about last year, This 10 year old girl in England was raped, I can't remember the sentence given to the rapist (it was peanuts) but I kinda remember what the judge said.....he said, the girl didn't look 10, she was wearing clothes too old for her age, she looked about 14......

Right.you call that an excuse? YOU CALL THAT A FUCKING EXCUSE??you're supposed to be THE LAW dammit, and if the lae's this bad, how bad are the people???

So, what, must we women always be looking behind us as we walk? Must we be always in fear of the men, those people who think they own us?

Me, I get the good end, it ain't that bad here, even though there are always taxis crowded below my building and I always get the "Ello 'ow are you"s and the looks from the Omani football guys when I do my beach run (But just maybe it is a point that a 16 year old running in shorts in a Muslim prevalent country is a slight oddity. But there isn't any law preventing shorts on the beach.)

Oh isn't this great! I'm on about six sites now, very pissed, looking for hindustan times Mumbai edition. I chance upon Delhi edition for today, what do i see on the front page?

"Woman Molested In Gurgaon Mall"

Brilliant. It's everywhere, It's frikkin everywhere.

What is it, this THING that makes men go crazy, that makes them stare at women, even the ones who're not pretty, even the ones with no figure (me.).....and not just stare. Follow. Catcall. Like my mom told me about. After the guys following her in Mumbai, even now, more than a decade later, she's still paranoid on the street if there's someone behind her.

Not just stare. More. touch. grope in crowds.

Why do you, you men, why do you feel that women are your.........things? Things, I tell you. All this women injustice thing is rushing into my head now.......

Of course, it's not all men, some of you are nice guys, some of you actually love women for what they are, some of you see women as equals.....not all of you though.

Not the student boys who say :

"Girls should not party or drink. The ones who do cannot be decent. Girls cannot be boys. They have to stay at home. After all, they have to get married."

I have no words to this. Just shock.

Not the other Mumbai student who says:

"Girls who wear tight revealing clothes, hang out with boys and like to party are inviting trouble.Our society allows boys freedom"

More shock.

Not the ones that put anonymous comments on blanknoise.com saying:

"Looking a crime!!! Well well well thats why India's a sexually repressed country. It my eyes...I deceide where to look. The blogger needs to see a psychologist."

No, looking's not a crime, but you see you don't know how much damamge that one lecherous look can do to us.

Not another MCP commenter on BlankNoise who says:

"Hi Folks, i am feeling sad on hearing this kind of time wasting time activity. I am very concerned about the dress sense of the gals.. there is lot of skin showing.. thats provokes guys to stare at them.. First gals u change ur so called attitude then think of other things ok. I hope u people have some maturity to think over it... Thx Goudse"

Not the judge who thinks it's okay to rape a 10 year old if she looks 14.

I'm ashamed to be a part of the same race that thinks this. really.

And we thought humans were advanced. Really, now?

What you don't see is the guilt that comes after you do all this. The mind doesn't let go of such things very easily. THe mind feels filthy.It wants to purge itself. The mind keeps replaying it, on and on, doesn't let you forget.....why was it you, dammit, why?

I can go on forever, honestly, I can.

But I'll stop. There's a lot to say.But............who's listening?