I hate you!
Rather I have developed this hatred for you since the past few months. Here I
was blissful in anonymity; post the deed well done, till you mainstreamed me. Many
things have been written about me recently ranging from uninformed, well
intentioned but wrong, stupid, outrageous and some bordering on downright
hilarious to say the least. All this attention though is bothering me no end,
not to mention the downright libelous things being spoken about me. Well the last straw did break the back and
hence I take it upon myself to set the record straight so that one can reach my
authentic autobiography. I, your friendly neighborhood Rapist.
Why shouldn’t I rape
her? It is all her fault. For wasn’t she the one who bit the forbidden
fruit in the Garden of Eden? Hence she is an object to be killed when she
is a foetus. Should she survive this attempt, she must either be abandoned or
as my midwife friends in many villages do, fed with a liberal dose of
‘Aralippal’ to put her in eternal slumber. But we know this girl is a pretty
tough species to get rid of easily. So we must prepare her to a life suited for
her. Education did you say? Why, when
all she has to do is to listen to me, that’s all the intelligence she requires.
Household chores she must learn because she is a servant. She should eat last,
less, left over or starve as she is inferior. She should be prepared to be
wed/sold as and when it catches my fancy or the need arises to the highest
bidder. Isn’t she ‘Paraya Dhan’ anyway? (Disposable property my Tamil friends,
welcome!) Why shouldn’t I profit from this ‘dhan’? She shouldn’t wear clothes
of her choice, love and marry as she wishes, go where she wants after dark,
decide her destiny, nothing. These go on to make her a person of bad character.
Of course she will wear revealing clothes for films, sell flesh in every market
from Kamathipura to Sonagachi and more, will walk the streets after dark to
pick hungry customers when I say so! I have been raping her in million
different ways and here are you, the ignoramus, raising a hue and cry for a
simple act of intercourse against her wishes or an odd tap to her vagina with
an iron rod.
STOP! If you get the impression that I
am some sort of a fiend, I think it is my duty to correct you here and now! I
love women, nay worship her. Haven’t you
seen me in temples from Kashmir to Kanyakumari offering clothing, jewellery,
‘prasad’ to her? Haven’t you seen me offer my hair as a mark of respect at
Velankanni? Haven’t you seen me cover her in a protective black tent so as to
avoid your ‘evil eye’? Every ‘aadi
maasam’ I organize festivals for her and feed ‘koozh’ to poor in her name. I take ‘padayatra’ to Deorala in respect of
her supreme sacrifice of joining her husband in his funeral pyre and become
‘Rani Sati’. I deck up the entire city of Kolkata, nay the entire state of
Bengal and more to celebrate her annual arrival during Pooja and its
Gujrati/Tamil variant ‘Navratri’. I try my best to stop her from visiting ‘mazaar’
of ‘Pir’ like Haji Ali lest they get afraid of spirits. I have even developed
dance forms like ‘Garbha’ to celebrate the ‘sacred womb’ that she is blessed
with. In Thiruchengode in Tamil Nadu is a temple where I have given half the
body of Lord Shiva to her, ‘ArdhaNarishwaran’ as we call him. (Ardha-Half,
Nari-Women, Ishwaran – Lord, Welcome). What more can I say about my ‘devotion’
for her!
I, Rapist have
been outraged by this incessant focus on me being a pervert, a sadist, an animal
and what not. My village background, my lack of education, my lack of ‘cool
quotient’, my class, even my race, geography I belong to, has been dissected in
reams of newsprint and hours of primetime television. I mean that’s like missing the trees for the
woods. Since when has education, urban background, bulging bank balance,
‘upmarket’ community or south Indian geography prevented me? I rape, period. Class,
region, education, BPL status, age, religion no bar. Please note, I rape
because I have been programmed to treat her like a worthless piece of garbage that
she is. I rape, every minute, every day! And if you still want me punished, let
the man who has never sinned throw the first stone! Amen!
Now where did she go??.................................
--- End of Part 1---
Part 2 is in the offing. If you are not already disgusted
with this ‘Mirror’ that is…………
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