A society against women -I

                                    “I've never been raped physically, but psychologically a lot of times.”

Women issues have been and are being talked about everywhere. Women are prepping to wage war against the atrocities committed against us. If I start listing those, I think there won’t be an end.

On this issue, I have decided to pen down all the incidents that I have faced in my life and this is one of those.

I walked into the classroom that was filled. I was late to class since I was called after the assembly by the P.T teacher. She noticed I was wearing a dangling new earring. She called me to warn against wearing such earrings which would distract the boys. When I entered, all heads turned and everyone started whispering something to each other, pointing at me. I did not mind. I was used to all that. I took my seat. Classes passed. I started sweating and I was in terrible pain. I was sick. I clutched my stomach and bent on the table to rest, during the break. I got up quickly when I noticed the teacher entering the class. The day passed.

Next day, after the assembly was over, all the girls above sixth standard were asked to stay back. I was in eighth class. My feminine parts were not developed and I was flat as a TV screen. The principal went on the stage, took the mike and called out my name. I went on to the stage. She pointed at the way I was wearing my dupatta. Folded and pinned. She said I had folded it too narrow. She enlightened everyone on how to cover ourselves so we don’t attract boys. Then teachers went to every row and adjusted everyone’s dupatta. I was disgusted seeing all this. The principal dispersed everyone. Just when I felt relieved, she called me. I had apparently lifted my shawl up the previous day, exposed my breast to sexually attract guys. She warned I would be a serious trouble to my parents if I continued this way. I did not understand what happened. I did not understand what she spoke. I went back to class to receive the disgusted look on the teacher’s face, and every other teacher’s face that came to my class.