To,
The boob toucher, butt pincher, wolf whistler, visual stripper, dick show-er
Local Train Railway Platform,
Mumbai
Dearest Sir,
I just wanted to begin with apologising to you for being a woman. A woman with boobs and an ass who somehow manages to turn you on, every time I am standing on the railway platform. I sincerely want to apologise for the fact that even though I am covered head to toe, you somehow think of me as Katrina Kaif from Sheela Ki Jawani and can’t wait to find ways to elbow my breasts or silently pinch my butt or just mentally strip me head to toe, slowly, very slowly, till I am cringing and looking for cover. You know I really try not to arouse you. I really try not to make you so horny that you want to touch me the moment you get a chance on the crowded local train platform. But you seem to be in a perpetual Viagra-induced erection state, which makes you want to do everything you can to molest me and not get caught. The satisfaction it gives you really seems flabbergasting because you love to repeat the same thing again and again.
It was just yesterday when I was running on the station, because I was getting late for the work. As usual the Mumbai local was late and the peak time made it almost unbearable to walk on the platform without bumping into thousands of strangers. To cover my face from the harsh sun I was wearing a scarf around my face and hair, with only my kohl-lined eyes visible. Rushing around, I tried to keep up with the moving crowd walking mostly behind the ladies. That is when I felt it, a pinch, a painful pinch on my right butt cheek, which made me want to scream in agony. I turned around and there were so many faces looking at me, all guilty of having done something wrong but I really didn’t know who has actually done that.
Seething with anger I really wanted to slap every one of you. But then how would that make me any different from you. I wish I could really know who you were so that I could have smiled and just thrown you under the running train, so that no other woman would feel so violated and used, the way I was feeling that day. And that was not the only time you touched me inappropriately. There have been so many times, when you are just lurking around corners, waiting for hapless women to get stuck in crowds so that you can go touch them. Press your erection against them when they are stuck in crowded queues. Wolf whistle the moment they cross your line of vision and then give them a big grin with lust in your eyes. Aren’t you so creative in your ways of eve-teasing?
As if the Mumbai local isn’t already so difficult to us. It’s never on time, so crowded that we women have to practically hang out of the train and now even standing on the platform has become so difficult because of your staring eyes.
If you glance through the newspapers, then you will see that you are pretty famous and cases of you eve-teasing women on the railway station are making so much news. More power to you, I say. You surely are getting famous, eh! But truth be told you are little muddled in the mind. Do you really think that singing dirty and suggestive Bollywood songs to ladies standing waiting for the local train will make them like you or exposing your dick to that lone traveller, in the night, on the platform will make her want to have sex with you. You can’t be that well-endowed, right? Oh you are sorely mistaken. How do you intent to find love and passion with such wrong tactics.
Let me tell you something that will make you very proud. The word eve-teasing is only used in India. It was a word coined in our own country. The term itself has some demerits. Eve represents temptress and the term actually signifies that eves (women) tempt or provoke males to tease them. Oh the patriarchal society made by you, which blames us even when we are the ones being molested. Well after the cases going up on women being harassed and molested on the railway platforms, we have surely changed our clothes but when are you going to change your mind set. We are not even remotely trying to play the temptress, but that doesn’t seem to work on you right.
Well enough about you. Let me tell you something about our gender. After severe rape cases and daily cases of women being molested and harassed by men, we women are getting stronger by the day. We, no longer, are afraid of your wolf whistling and your comments and don’t want to shy away anymore. So the next time you see me walking down the railway platform, I suggest you stay away from me, because if I get a hold of you, then I am going to take matters into my own hands. And from matters I mean, your dick. Also did I tell you I carry a swiss knife with me on a daily basis now, just in case a man needs to be neutered.
I really hope you get the hint and think twice before you even think of touching another woman, because our gender is tired of being termed as the weaker sex. We are not going to stop travelling by the local train; it’s you who needs to stop gawking at us like hungry wolves. Enough is enough and may everytime you think about doing something inappropriate to a woman, you die on the spot with the heart attack.
Hope I never see you again or encounter you.
Yours Truly
A local train commuter.
Image courtesy: BCCL
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