If I am late from my work in the evening and even if I was accompanied by a male counterpart on my way home in a public transport vehicle, there’s no guarantee nothing bad could happen to me. The men in the bus rape me all night and throw me out of the window like a useless piece of flesh (recent Delhi gang-rape) and the people around me gape at my vagina and my tits, blood oozing out, until an ambulance arrives. What type of a society is this? Some people simply ignore by saying it doesn’t happen everywhere. Yes, it doesn’t happen everywhere. But, it is still happening.  

Birth in India will definitely give me a caste. Oh! Look at my virtues. If I am married to a Dalit, I will become a Dalit. If I am married to a Brahmin, I will become a Brahmin. And if I am married to a Yadav, I will become a Yadav. The identity of my caste also depends on the person whom I marry. If I am a Dalit girl, I will be looked as cheapest source of social object in this country. Do you know another thing? I will be trained to be shown as a well-furnished object and as a piece of sweet meat, besides the commodities, by the corporate crooks to augment their levels of sale.  

There are vast differences in considering a rape in India. If I was a Dalit and got raped in the tribal districts of Chhattisgarh or in North Eastern states by the Indian Army and other paramilitary force personnel who are protected by archaic and draconian laws like Armed Forces Special Powers Act (AFSPA), no one is going to rescue me. For I have to turn to another Phoolan Devi all by myself.

Don’t forget that the policemen who shove a stick into my genitals will be conferred with a gallantry award on Republic Day of India (Soni Sori case).  But, if I am raped in the metropolis, the feminists, Human rights activists, the media, the many NGOs will ask for ‘capital punishment’ of the culprit. If I am born as a Muslim, I may be forced to wear a burqa. Don’t you dare reading these words? My sentences, my statements. Do you call me a revolutionary writer? Whatever… I am writing what is happening in this country.

If I compete, they call me egoistic. They say why do you need a job? Yes, I want to be independent. I want to be economically independent and socially independent. To a woman to be socially independent, the perception of male mind towards women has to be changed in this society. Then, she can choose choices of her own. Every male has to remember that I am not a child producing machine. And I am not an instrument for your enjoyment. You can make love with me only when I too desire it.