The Land Of Chowmein Rapes & Durga Ma

I usually steer clear of current affairs, especially on this blog. It’s comfortable to sit in this nook where a woman can say and do anything, assuming that the freedom of speech and other laws of this land apply equally to her. But the past couple of weeks have really made this an impossible notion to hold onto.

First, Jitender Chhataarthe of the Khap Panchayat declared that,

“Poverty and intoxication are the main reasons for rape as well as young people sitting together the wrong way. But also eating chowmein causes a hormonal imbalance which is a big reason for rapes.”

Then, Sube Sing, another Khap Panchayat member said,

“I believe this is happening because our youth are being badly influenced by cinema and television. I think that girls should be married at the age of 16, so that they have their husbands for their sexual needs, and they don’t need to go elsewhere. This way rapes will not occur.”

And finally today, taking a break from rapes and chowmein, comes a more ‘constructive’ opinion from Rajpal Saini, BSP MLA that,

“There is no need to give phones to women and children. It distracts them and is useless. Why do women need phones? My mother, wife and sister never had mobile phones. They survived without one.”

Of course, the social media is all abuzz with these statements, angry/smart hashtags are trending and every article written on it is getting passed around like the common cold. I’m just wondering, what is this country I live in, where men in positions of power feel it permissible to say such things? A 65-year-old ‘democracy’ that believes that women are no more than numbers on the census data, to be force-slotted into the most convenient plans possible. What do you say to someone who does think of you as anything more than a vagina and a uterus (oh, and maybe a pair of breasts)?

You know what’s ironic? We’re right in the middle of a festival that celebrates womanhood. Little girls’ feet are washed, their blessings sought, married women are given auspicious tokens and gifts. And the great Goddess is brought out in procession and worshipped.

For shame, I feel deeply misfortunate to be born an Indian woman. Don’t call me a Bharatiya Nari, please. Right now, it’s an insult. And you can take your woman worship and shove it right up your chowmein-flavoured mobile phone.

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About IdeaSmith

IdeaSmith is the digital doppelganger of Ramya Pandyan (intrepid train-traveller and frequent spouter of post-midnight rhymes and rants). As IdeaSmith she battles obscurity and slays boredom with her stories about men, books, digitalia and Mumbai. She performs live and also blogs, tweets, Instagrams, Facebooks, +G’s, Youtubes and Goodreads all as IdeaSmith. Ramya is a blogger, digital storyteller and spoken word performer. She also runs a forum for aspiring writers called Alphabet Sambar. Tweet-bomb her at @ideasmithy.

Posted on October 27, 2012, in Harassment & abuse, I'm An Indian Woman, Media Messages, Times, they are a-changing and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Have you watched the movie Jalpari the desert mermaid? A very similar irony is portrayed in it, female infanticide and worshipping of kumaris

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