I Am Not That Man
January 08, 2013
I, as a man, refuse to apologize for what happened in Delhi or in any part of the world.
Another year is here.
Disappointingly the world didn’t end on the 21st of December as promised.
Sometimes I wonder why our species is even supported by nature. It’s not like we contribute anything. Even our shit doesn’t make it to the ground. We don’t get eaten much, we don’t become worm food. Every single thought or act that our so called evolved reasoning self is capable of only suits itself. Absolutely useless species. I bet we don’t even taste that good.
Being in India is fun. You discover new things about yourself.
Being an Indian man, apparently means I will inevitably rape any girl if they dress inappropriately. This is news to me. For one thing, I have no idea what dressing inappropriately means. Appropriate for whom? To the wearer or the beholder? If it is the former, then it is already appropriate, otherwise they would not wear it. If it is the latter, then the problem is still with the beholder, don’t you think? I mean, why on earth should anyone bother with what you deem inappropriate because no one is asking you to wear it, so what’s your problem when someone else does? I don’t get it. But then I am just stupid.
So a mini skirt is supposed to get me into a raping frenzy. Really?
I like girls, I really do. I also like sex. The kind where we both want to do it with each other and there is a mutual exchange of body fluids and cigarettes afterwards. I also find women very attractive in whatever they wear. In some cases, in what they don’t wear. But not once have I had the urge to forcefully subdue them or do anything to them, other than looking at them and thanking the make believe entity that they exist. That they exist and I share space with them.
So who are these men they are talking about? Apparently they exist. I am sure they do. After all our nature is such that we have the tendency to defile everything we gaze upon.
I, as a man, refuse to apologize for what happened in Delhi or in any part of the world. I once quietly left the auditorium of the IISE , after listening to the tale, told in a matter of fact way by a participant from Africa, about being made to watch his sister being raped by a group of rebels. After which her throat was slit and the participant, who was all of 12 years old, being made to drink her blood. I went to my room and screamed into my pillow. But I will not apologize.
I am not that man.
It’s not about respect for women or about humanity or compassion or any of those things you think will stop people from being worse than the most horrible nightmare you can have. I have seen a normal city, with normal everyday people, erupt into a murderous mob. I have also seen some whose citizens don’t. Normal, ordinary, average people who don’t.
There are those.
I do not know why people do what they do. But I hear these amazing solutions.
You got to love them. To think we put them out there in the first place.
One moron thinks that the problem is because men and women are interacting too much, due to work, etc, and that is a fertile ground for rape. This moron is a woman to boot. Right. Put women and men together and men will rape the women.
Another of course felt it’s the clothes. Indian men see legs or any uncovered part of a woman's body and will be overcome with such lust that they just lose control. Can’t really blame us. It’s as always the women's fault. Of course we never rape anyone in a sari, burkha and head to toe covered salwar or bed sheets.
I have a suggestion. Tight Jeans. I remember in college, I gave up making out because of those jeans. You really can’t get them off. Make tight jeans mandatory attire for men and women. End of Rape.
One said, it’s because women work and keep late hours. Women should be at home, cooking, cleaning and serving their husbands. For good measure, she should move to a village, because in villages, women don’t get raped. There was even talk of imposing a curfew for women, not to be seen outside after 8pm. This is kinda funny. I mean, they are the victims right? Why don’t we just decide to shoot any man seen outside after 8pm?
Of course there was one intellectual who wondered why the girl was out at night, with a male friend watching a movie? Very valid question. Why? Why was she alive in the first place? Why wasn’t she killed when she was born like the million others we have done over the years? Why was she educated? Why was she working? Why was she not married? She was 23 for heaven's sake!
Personally I blame Yann Martel. If it wasn’t for that book, and the subsequent movie, none of this would have happened. Women would have been safer. Life of Pi. That’s who we should blame.
I like politicians. Who needs Comedy Central, when you can just watch your news?
Heard about the hate speech?
Doesn’t it remind you of that Panchatantra story about the 2 goats and the fox we read in school? The one where the fox gets the goats to fight so that he can drink the blood that is spilled? Remember? What a moron! At least he could have been subtle.
You want to know what really made me proud these last few months, amidst all this crap.
Rape happens in every part of this world but it’s only in this country that a nationwide protest took place to demand the government to do something about it. I think once we old fogies, with our impotent rage and cultural baggage, clear out, this country will be in capable hands of today’s generation who don’t seem to take things lying down.
I kinda like that. Maybe there’s still hope.