I am a Woman..Not an Object

This is my first post on DOV's and trust me my excitement is boundless...Its somehow like a small dream coming true..

But, even being my first topic..it might be a little gruesome to start with..

The newest gruesomest barbaric act by a 22 year old asshole in our capital Delhi.

5 year old being raped and 200ml oil bottle and candles inserted in that kid.. (Ouch!! Cant Imagine..), locked up in a room for 3 days hungry and undetected, and also that ass tried to strangulate that little baby.

The police tried to give 2000 bucks to the family to "settle" the case. The kid's relatives were lathi-charged on the streets by police.

Ok, now what do our politicians, the khaps, the so-called baba's have to say..

Ohh..maybe that 5 year old was super sexy and seductive .maybe she was wearing revealing clothes, or maybe she gave her consent to sex right?

She didn't call him "brother" or didn't say a "saraswati mantra"

Or maybe it was just absolutely ok.. because she was a female..

A 5 year old is cute, naughty, sweet not hot, sexy and a babe..its a baby..

Even if a case goes on, the verdict will come after 10 years giving the 22 year old son-of-a-bitch a 5 year "rigorous" imprisionment and Rs. 15,000 fine..

So..that is the value of a the life of a small baby and the pain and trauma endured by her.

The woman Chief Minister is quiet...The woman who literally has the Govt in her closed corrupt fist has nothing to say..

Our Govt is busy passing stupid laws to "Ban Pornography" "Close bars" "Ban smooch scenes in movies" but is taking its sweet time to pass the life changing "rape law" and "lokpal bills"

We don't want another Nirbhaya..We don't want candles lit...We don't want to be named "dented and tainted"..We don,t want to be told what to wear and what not to...We don,t want to walk in fear in dark alleys at any time of the day...We don't want to be forever anxious to let our little kids play alone...

We want freedom..We want to live a secure life..We want JUSTICE

Smitten by Lust....

He looked at her, her hair flutting like a wild butterfly in a storm. Her skirt doing a la-marilyn-monroe and showing off just enough of her legs to set his pulse racing. Not that he hadnt seen many legs, he had, plenty of them, but something about her made him look back at her again and again. Maybe it was the geeky spectacles on her eyes, or the heavy books in her hands, or maybe as simple as the green colour on her skirt...it was something...something he couldnt figure out, but his eyes remained transfixed at her. She was innocently beautiful. Beautiful in a pure way, untouched by the big bad world. He liked the freshness on her face. It was the freshness of a early morning dew. His eyes were no more in control of him, they involuntarily stared at her. She was talking on the phone with exaggerated hand movements, and his eyes followed her every movement, his eyes traced her long smooth fingers, perfectly manicured nails, smooth soft silky skin...he felt his mouth go dry. His eyes went back to her lips, soft pink lips, perfect white teeth...ohh, that smile, he felt his breathe hitched for a moment. He didnt realise he was wetting his lips..just her sight made his mouth dry. He wondered what lies behind those layers of clothes. He felt the heat in his loins. She looked at his direction, her eyes big and expressive. Her eye lashes like waves on sand dunes. She was beautiful in a chaste and pure way. She saw him staring at her, but wasn't this a common sight? She just ignored. But he couldn't. He kept staring, long and hard...till her image was sketched in his memory. He closed his eyes, as though to confirm, he saw her even with his eyes closed. Just then, the bus came, and she bid adeiu to the bus stop. Suddenly her absence made him so restless, like she was the only thing needed for him to be alive, and right then he knew, he needed her. He needed her like his survival depended on her. He needed her like oxygen, it was difficult to breathe without her. He needed her, thats it. He needed her.

He stood right there, the next day, at the same time, just to catch a glimpse of her. Her long fingers holding the heavy books so delicately, he hair tied back in a neat ponytail, her lips slightly glossy, he wished he could touch them. While she was ignorant of his presence, his eyes scanned her body. Yes, he needed her. He felt the heat in his blood rising to his face. His trousers suddenly felt uncomfortable. He knew he had to do something, his need for her was rising. The more he stared at her, the more he wanted her. He hurried back home.

At home, he made a call, a number he called often. He barked on the phone, "Come now, right now. I want you here." The voice from the other side laughed and retorted, "You had me just last night...seems like you havn't had enough of me." He barked again, "Just do as you are told, come right now." Throwing the phone on the table, he closed his eyes and imagined her. Her long tender fingers...her slender waist...her soft lips...her green skirt...her coal black eyes. He heard the key unlock the door, the cheap perfume filling the room as she stepped infront of him. But his mind kept fantasizing the image in his mind, thinking of her and the need for her growing in him with every mili-second. He just knew one thing, he needed her.

It was midnight when he lit a cigarette and sat near the window. The cool breeze making him shiver but his mind was still encapsulated in her thoughts. She was an obsession he couldn't stop indulging in. He waited for the night to get over so he could see her again at the bus stop.