Where staring is an understatment.

India is a nation where mildest of meanings are misconstrued and abused to a great extent. Staring is one such natural but seemingly nastiest phenomenon here. In case you are a part of the fairer sex then you know what I mean to convey. Here a fully clad woman is not spared from the ever so scanning x-ray machines a.k.a eyes of twits that saunter around, let the topic of those less clad be wholly avoided.

 Just as how a dog gapes at a fresh piece of meat hanging in an abattoir,we  go through nothing less than the same.

Infinite stares ranging from head to toe,toe to head. From one dumb wit to the other, we need to go through the torture every time we step out on to the streets. Looks no bar, age no bar and most importantly location no bar!!! Be it a remote town or a hot shot metropolitan city,a busy street or a forlorn street , we are spared nowhere!. I often fake being on a phone call to avoid such intense looks.And I know most of you do as well. Any verbal retort on our part adds on to the trouble. How do we escape such uncomfortable situations? Yes, the ever so ready answer: “You should have given the fellow a piece of mind/you shouldn’t have chosen that lane/ you shouldn’t have worn such clothes and some more of you shouldn’t haves. But sorry my dear such advices don’t really work here.

I recently saw my friends facebook profile. She had posted pictures of her in some really pretty dresses which incidentally I had never seen her wear. I causally asked if she had borrowed them from someone. I was amazed to learn that she owned each and every of those pretty dresses but was afraid to wear them cause of these afore mentioned stares she might have to go through!

Remember they rape you through their eyes/ankhon se balatkaar!!! I wish, I/We can muster courage and relentlessly face such unwanted people in Dabbang style and let it roll off my/our shoulder.