THE DIARY OF A 20 YEAR OLD - V

I HATE GETTING MOLESTED!
 

Me , my brother , and my parents were casually roaming on the streets of kolkata in this auspicious occasion of DiWaLi.

Presumptuous were we that even in the darkness of moonless night; nothing worse could happen to us among all the million people on road.

We ate , we enjoyed , we complained of severe ligament pain but we walked!

The streets were decorated with big banners of light works.

Twinkled twinkled the little lights!

The pandals were huge but generalised. The stages build beside them played presto. The idols of goddess Kali ( one of the several deity and wife of lord shiva ) were featured incredibly.

Nothing annoyed me. Neither the loud music and sudden onset of bursting crackers ; nor the shoulder brussing crowd.

Annoyed me few guys!

Those stupid creatures pushed my brother who eventually collided with me. They kept giggling and turning back to see the fumed- me and called out names.

They were in a massive group of around twenty boys.

I felt a sudden urge of breaking each one's teeth. I felt like trashing each one down on the street and run buldozer over them. My anger reached higher proximities with each passing second.

I kept watching them while walking behind them while the foolish-they kept laughing and abusing the passing young girls.

I noticed a gang of special road police about 100 metres from where I was standing.

Running to them would have acclaimed their notice. I decided to walk silently.

The air suddenly candied and I was feeling much better thinking of what enormous damage I would do to their careers if they incase studied in any college or institute.

We breathing hairy creatures have cognate from the same divine being up in the sky. But the diversity in each's character and behaviour is solely due to the environment we get since childhood. I thought.

Those 'khaki' wearing men are looking out of the world. (^^) I thought.
My parents were yet to know about my plans. Out of no where (they thought) I screamed at the policemen.
They soon were caught in anxiety and horror. The horror of a young lady shouting at them for being molested despite of their honorable presence.
I showed them attitude. I walked ahead with my parents who were still too shocked to understand anything.
Might be that I reacted a little too much. Might be I made a drama out of nothing. But I still believe I did no mistake.
The policemen started running towards those casually walking guys and caught them by their collar. 
The highly amazed people walking aside us wondered what was happening.
Soon a crowd of people surrounded those loafers. I walked super-boldly [;)] towards my so called criminals.
I stared them and they stared back. Fought I with my un-blinked eyelashes. Fought I with them. I shouted at them. ''How dare you call me a name? How dare you taunt me? Don't you have a sister at home? Don't you have a mother? You bloody scoundrels! What did you people think? Not every female keeps mum to your daily nuisances. You wretch dogs! Just keep your creepy habits in your pockets when you walk on public roads. You like bastards should be hanged till death. Bla. Bla. Bla.''
Silent was the whole ambiance. Furious was I but my throat ached. Enough!
The policemen took their charge over me now and made those decayed-from-within-shits stand in a single straight line.
I don't know why and how, but a little line escaped my lips, '' Leave them after giving a last warning''.
This was something against my evil will. But somewhere I knew they did nothing as compared to the daily crimes!
Sins like-
rapes,
female foeticides,
dowry,
bridal suicides and murders,
prostitution, etc.
are programmed and accomplished in a wholesome amount daily and in fact every minute.
I truly don't regret even a penny of being a lady.
Enormously contrasting are the poems, portraits and festivals we rejoice depicting the supreme power of a women.
I thought the whole night that where did it started and where will it end?
Alas! I still lay clueless to the miseries of a NARI (female).