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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

These 11 Dresses Prove How Girls Invite Men For Rape

It is said that girls are responsible for rape more than boys because they provoke them by wearing such dresses which instigate and arouse their feelings. Hence, by exciting and inviting men to rape them, girls should be blamed and questioned before boys. Of course, when they wear revealing clothes and expose their body parts, a guy’s blood will naturally boil with the heat emerging in his body after seeing sexy and seductive body and at that time, the girl seems to be only an object to quench the thirst they themselves stimulate in men.
Let’s take a look at such dresses which invite men to rape a girl:

1. Shorts


2. Jeans


3. Short Skirt 



4. Midi 


5. Shirt 


6. Leggings


7. Top



8. Kurti 


9. Salwar Suit 


10. Saree 


11. Burka 


Is any dress left that girls commonly wear? I guess we covered all! Now what should a girl wear for not to get raped? And if they wear only normal clothes, why are they raped? So here, whose fault is this? Is it of the girl who puts on simple clothes and still gets raped or is it the guy who rapes no matter whatever girls wear? Answer itself is here: It’s a man who is wholly and solely responsible for rapes that are increasing by leaps and bounds. At least I believe so! Share your views on this subject in the comments section!
REAL MEN DON’T RAPE
TEACH “DON’T RAPE” TO BOYS RATHER THAN TEACHING “DON’T GET RAPED” TO GIRLS

Saturday, August 15, 2015

What a Woman Would Want This Independence Day

The age old dowry system, or the custom of paying bride price needs to be done away with. Let’s at least pretend that we are a little civilized.


Begin to teach young boys how to respect women. Yes, that includes not raping them with the eyes.


Focus on education, along with literacy. How else are you going to see women as fellow human beings who deserve respect?



Understand the notion that feminism does not support a matriarchal order. It’s all about equality. If we look at the basics, guys go to school, then so do girls. If you stay out late, then so do we.


We do not wish for our men to be Captain America, then why don’t you try see the difference between a “Chikni Chameli” and an everyday girl. STOP the OBJECTIFICATION!


The simple understanding, that if a woman is wearing hot pants, she is not calling out to your dick. We don’t corner and rape you when we see you prancing around in boxers.



When you see women as people, you will understand that sexuality is a part of the human consciousness. Stop making women guilty about it.



Equal rights also means the right to love. Stop forcing us to marry at a certain age, to the people you have chosen for us. We are rational, thinking human beings. Give us the freedom to choose.



Please stop the pissing contest you hold on roads. There are female drivers who know perfectly well what they are doing, just like men who have no clue how to manage their speed.


Just shut it with the stereotypes. Stop defining the length of clothes deemed as decent and otherwise.



Monday, August 3, 2015

“Daddy, I Am So Scared. I Think I Saw Blood …”

“Daddy, I am so scared.” Twelve year old Tanaya ran and hugged her father.
Daddy, I Am So Scared.
“What happened to my big brave daughter?” “Daddy, I guess it’s blood.. Daddy, I think I saw blood on my skirt today.”
Tanaya had lost her mother six months back and Ashutosh, her father was finding it difficult bringing up his daughter all by himself. He was madly in love with his wife and he had ruled out second marriage options as proposed by his relatives. He was a doting dad and tried his best to be a mother and father to Tanaya.
“Daddy”, Tanaya spoke again. “Daddy, I saw blood in my skirt. Rashi told me that it is periods. I am on periods. Am I on periods daddy?” It was not exactly a comfortable question for Ashutosh so he tried to evade her questions at least for some time.
“Tanaya baby, do you want an ice cream? Chocolate flavour?” Tanaya made a face. “You know daddy, Rashi was right. She told me that you wouldn’t talk to me about this. Even she discusses all this with her mom. I wish mom was alive. I am sorry I told you about this. Just forget that I ever told you this.”
Ashutosh was startled and a little ashamed. He didn’t want to make Tanaya feel bad about something which was so normal. He just wanted to buy some time for himself. “Tanaya sweetie, why would you feel like that? I am your mommy too, remember? I wonder why Rashi would put such things into your head.”
“Then why wouldn’t you talk about it daddy? I am so scared. Will I die like mommy too?” “Oh no baby, never ever say that. You are daddy’s princess.” “But daddy.. blood?” “Come, we’ll go out, have ice cream and then discuss about this. This is a wonderful thing. Always be proud of this.” Ashutosh held his daughter’s hand and escorted her outside the door.
As Tanaya took a large bite off her orange flavoured ice cream, Ashutosh asked her to narrate the day’s happenings. “Daddy, I saw blood on my skirt today and I am very scared.” “Well little Tanaya, let me narrate a little story to you.” “Oh sure, daddy. Make it an interesting one.”
“It is an interesting one, kid. When your mommy was as little as you, she also saw blood on her skirt. She ran up to her dad who told her that she had received the biggest gift of her life that day.” Tanaya had her doubts. “How was it the biggest gift of her life daddy?” “Because that day she got periods for the very first time. It gave her the power to be a mother. It gave her you.” “Does that mean daddy, that I can become like mommy too?” “Yes, of course, you’re already like your mommy with your hazel eyes and chestnut hair.” “Thank You daddy. I love you. I’ll tell that annoying Rashi that my father is the best. He told me everything. I have some more questions but I’ll ask them tomorrow. I need some sleep.”
Ashutosh heaved a sigh of relief. He’d broken a taboo. Tomorrow he would be adequately prepared to break another taboo and talk to her about something society would not have approved of. As he put Tanaya to sleep, Ashutosh could feel his wife smiling at him. He had not been a good husband to her while she was alive but he would try his best to be a good father to their daughter.