The Anti Rape Gear
- Sindhuja N
- Apr 22, 2021
- 3 min read
I grew up in a very small village in Southern India. It’s just a beautiful land with lots of local crops and wildflowers. In the monsoon everything looks so bright and beautiful. I was so innocent then I lived my Childhood to Teenage years there. This is a taluk had a Government aided private school just cost a dollar overall to finish middle school, yes that cheap.
So far the first time during middle school I got a good girl friend who is so beautiful you wouldn’t believe she was a small town girl. she looks like calendar picture of idolized godess Durga. She paid a big price for being that pretty, more on that later. This post is not about my godess Durga, nor this post is about the innocent me, the stupid unaware selfish me. It’s about a mentally unstable woman lived among the streets of that small village. Yes she was homeless yes she was called slurs. She was beautiful light skinned woman. In various stages of my maturity I understood various things about how she looked.
She was light skinned North East Indian decent She was thin and looked starved She smoked cigarettes She was topless She was wearing a pile of heavy clothes stacked over n over like a thick filled up pants.
When I was young I saw her and felt bad for her condition. And when I saw her smokin’ I thought she was so damn stylish. When she negotiated with men in small shops I thought she was brave and can stand up for herself. I admit I called her crazy or mentally retarded or just mental which was normal at that times. She was Nick named “Nagma” a popular actress of that time. The colour-ism hear is mind blowing. But this post is not about that.
Since I have been friends with the godess Durga I heard how the other 1% lived the very pretty girl in a very small town. If you look for a beautiful girl in that town she was among the 1% when I say girl,I mean ‘teenager’. She said about few guys who teases her cat calls her often and said how these guys are like a inch away from sexually abusing women. And she revealed that these guys are most definitely raped ‘Nagma mental’. In that age I didn’t know what to do with this information. I hated those guys till now (yes some of them are my distant relatives or my family friends. Yes they live a good life I hope they’re past that disgusting acts and being good atleast now). This is reality and they didn’t face any consequences it’s a small village and no-one to care about Nagma. It’s a shame on all of us I know. Im ashamed. But this post is not about my shame.. as of now I can hear you chanting wtf this post is about.???!!
Its about her layered big heavy and thick pants. She created that silhouette herself, she had put together those pants by herself. By tying any and every scrap cloth bit she found on the streets and tie it on top of the other. She wore like 8-10cm thick pants that restricted her way of walking, that was so heavy to carry. But it was her invention yes it was her Anti Rape Gear I now assume. I assume and almost certain about this in my mind that she resisted taken advantage of by using that big layered heavy almost impossible to walk with it kind of pants. This was my realisation as I stand here as a 30yrs old woman almost a closer relative of one of the abusers. Ashamed 🙈 sad 😭 in this dreadful society as a mother of a girl child.
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