Gender is an issue in delhi. Even Stevie Wonder can see that (no, that is not race fuelled humour, the bigotry is in your head). Lets be constructive here, there isnt a point in blaming, raging and fuming. Nobody but Sushil Kumar Shinde has brought about any positivity with a solution. his miraculous idea of improving the auto system, which fell through due to 'resources' or the opposition, whichever one the public is more mad at, shows the intricacy with which the Home Minister understands domestic issues. But, enough of fuming and name calling ,lets deal with this head on.
How do we stop perversion from terrorizing women. My solution is going to seem a bit quirky, but lets give it a shot.
Step 1: Buy 10 Maruti Swifts. The colour of a Rajouri garden hosuewife's nail paint. Make Rohit Bal design the insides like the accompaniment to music by DJ psych-a-funk (or whatever these turntable wasters call themselves nowadays)
Step 2: Hire 50 bulky men to pretend to be homosexuals. If they naturally are then, your work is done. Dress them up in snazzy pink t-shirts with 'Drag Queen' or something written across their chests. They should be the kind that look like they gave their Cerebrums (cerebra, anyone?) as deposits to Gold's Gym.
Step 3: Put the men in the cars, with music from B-grade bollywood movies, ideally item songs and make them roam the streets of Delhi at night, randomly friskly, inappropriately touching and partially sexually harassing 'rapey-looking' men.
The results are simple. Men with a propensity to rape (read:Delhi men) are going to have their souls contorted and slef-esteem decimated by incidents where they have been fooled around with by a guy, because if there is anything that Delhi Men are more scared of than the moral abomination that is gender equality, it is the unnatural phenomenon that is homosexuality. The imprint of a pink-clad bulky man making you 'his bitch' is going to prevent potential rapists from ever leaving their houses, let alone think of violating anyone else's bodily autonomy. Moreover, the crass item song will make them associate their pains with Bollywood music, making them unwilling to salivate at the hyper-sexualisation of women.
If nothing else, this move exonerates chowmein, mini-skirts, alcohol and the night time.
How do we stop perversion from terrorizing women. My solution is going to seem a bit quirky, but lets give it a shot.
Step 1: Buy 10 Maruti Swifts. The colour of a Rajouri garden hosuewife's nail paint. Make Rohit Bal design the insides like the accompaniment to music by DJ psych-a-funk (or whatever these turntable wasters call themselves nowadays)
Step 2: Hire 50 bulky men to pretend to be homosexuals. If they naturally are then, your work is done. Dress them up in snazzy pink t-shirts with 'Drag Queen' or something written across their chests. They should be the kind that look like they gave their Cerebrums (cerebra, anyone?) as deposits to Gold's Gym.
Step 3: Put the men in the cars, with music from B-grade bollywood movies, ideally item songs and make them roam the streets of Delhi at night, randomly friskly, inappropriately touching and partially sexually harassing 'rapey-looking' men.
The results are simple. Men with a propensity to rape (read:Delhi men) are going to have their souls contorted and slef-esteem decimated by incidents where they have been fooled around with by a guy, because if there is anything that Delhi Men are more scared of than the moral abomination that is gender equality, it is the unnatural phenomenon that is homosexuality. The imprint of a pink-clad bulky man making you 'his bitch' is going to prevent potential rapists from ever leaving their houses, let alone think of violating anyone else's bodily autonomy. Moreover, the crass item song will make them associate their pains with Bollywood music, making them unwilling to salivate at the hyper-sexualisation of women.
If nothing else, this move exonerates chowmein, mini-skirts, alcohol and the night time.
You are right suhail...
ReplyDeleteFew days back, one of my classmates(male for sure) faced smthing like this,, he was in the last metro going towards Huda City Centre. A thin(not even muscular as you mentioned),suspicious person (dressed like male) kept on staring at him throughout his journey from New Delhi station. He got scared. Let me tell you the height of his terror,he got down at aiims instead of hauzkhas and hired an auto. He asked the driver not to stop anywhere in b/w and take him to the gate of udaigiri,our hostel (usually we stop at jia sarai then walk a bit for our hostel to save some bucks).
I think this story will bolster your idea.