Can I wear this?

Can I wear this?

Whenever the seniors of the house want me to follow any of the new rule from their “BOOK OF RULES TO MAKE HER LIFE HELL” whose status always says “work in progress”, then they avoid making ‘me’ the subject and very cleverly portray an example for me. The most recent story is the most interesting too and for that I can bet even my last penny on it. Guys join the fantasy.

A fair plump middle aged woman, hair well styled and her perfume filling the smoky and stinky premises of the local Gajiwala Police Chowki, is continuously playing with numbers on her cell phone and her wrinkled eyebrows perfectly display her anger. Her sari reminds of the Mannequins draped in some similar fashion that you must have seen through twinkling windows at an expensive Mall.  Staring her was a multitude of constables, some local thiefs and the respectable Daroga Babu. I am not being chauvinistic but I am categorizing men in two- men and policemen. The difference being that a policeman can appreciably fall to even lower levels of cheapness. Daroga Babu aka Shyam Prasad Pandey busy caressing his moustache is scanning the lady through the scanner software that only men have but policemen have a better version always. After a long standing silence Daroga Babu lifts his right leg and places it over the table between some dusty files and says in the peculiar crisp policewala style

“Madam, jab tak dikkat nahi batayiyega tab tak report kaise likhi jaaye”

The woman already drenched in sweat and anger, notices the body language of the GENTLEMAN and gives an unpleasant expression.

She avoids it and decides to open the Pandora box.

“I am the wife of the Principal Secretary…” and this introduction compelled our Daroga Babu to recollect his manners and straighten up his backbone for a while.

“… and I want you to write an FIR against some boys who molested my daughter and harassed us in the middle of the street while we were shopping. One of them even tried touching her. I want you to arrest them now and to kick their asses as hard as you can. And if you don’t take any action now then am afraid you know the consequences better.”

Rising from the dead, Daroga Babu asked his constables who were busy measuring her curves, to take action and to bring the hooligans right away. The place where the incident took place was not too far and the culprits didn’t expect a FIR therefore they didn’t attempt to escape either. Four of them were brought held by their collars. The lady took a deep breath and said “yes, these are the ones”

Daroga Babu rose up and clapped their cheeks.

Now, what else was needed, Daroga Babu’s government pen was still resting in the government pen stand.

“Madam, jara peedhit ko bulayiyega? I mean (putting all his efforts to speak in English), your daa-ter (daughter)”

The Lady signaled the driver to do the needful.

“Baby… come here. They need your statement”, the Lady shouted.

The door of the white ambassador wide open and a 5 inch heel pricks the ground. An equally fair, slim and beautiful girl, 22 or 23 stepped out and her silky hair rolled down her shoulders. She waves her hand in front of her face to show her annoyance over the scorching heat and the whole sequence. Her blue shorts and pink blouse added to her beauty and charm.

Daroga Babu’s scanner speeded up and the same multitude of glances crossed each other. After a deep analysis and process of thought, Daroga babu stands up and says, “Madam, bura na maniyega par jis tarah ka Baby ka dress hai, shukra hai ladko ne SIRF CHHEDHA”

And that was the end to it. Her face turned red and she felt ashamed when few constables exchanged smiles over the statement. The company left.

The idea behind telling me this story was to make me understand what to wear and what not to wear. The dogmas of the society, changes are always a part of a girl’s routine. My wardrobe is supposed to change if a group of boys can’t control their hormones and molest me just because I tried wearing something I like. Another moral is that “Boys harass only those girls who wear short clothes”. Isn’t it bullshit? May be that’s the reason they rape a 2 month old because the baby also wears short clothes.

Our clothes will decide our vulnerability towards being raped or just being harassed. That is an excellent logic. Well, now they will say that SOCIETY says so, therefore I ask them what the society wears. Then I will decide whether I should F*** it or just let her go by.

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