HATE U , NO I DONT 😈


 H # Hate you, No I Don't,  But I wish u were on fire πŸ”₯ and I had water, I'd rather drink it. 

Disclaimer: I am participating in Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022 and this is my 8th post for H # 

HATE U , NO I DON'T 

It was during my final year in college. I was also enrolled in APTECH for my Diploma in software management course. I had scheduled my classes at Aptech such that, just after finishing I could go straight to my college which was only within walking distance. My computer classes used to be from 6 to 8 AM and college from 8:30. It was a perfect arrangement. 

Once it was a holiday in college, so after my computer class I could straightaway head home. I thought to take the Metro to save time, reach sooner and go off to sleep.

Normally I used to go by bus with my friends after college was over. But today it would be more comfortable and convenient to use the Metro, or so I felt. 

I climbed down the subway to reach the station. Except for a few people the station seemed deserted. It was just 8:10 in the morning, moreover, it was a Saturday, I thought πŸ€”. I walked to the counter to buy my ticket.  Then casually humming a song, strode towards the flight of stairs to reach the platform and wait for the train. As I started my ascent, I felt hurried footsteps from behind, As I was about to turn, a man in his mid-thirties or so came and fixed himself at a little distance from me. He looked at me and grinned, I was puzzled. In a second he opened the zip of his pant. I froze for a moment and then horrified I turned around and ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I could hear his laughter.  Oh God, help me. I didn't call out or shout, just kept running. I jumped over the entry point and ascended the subway steps 2 in one go tumbling, falling I just kept running on the road in the open, till I reached my Computer Centre. The receptionist asked, seeing me out of breath if everything was ok. And if had left behind something. I simply shook my head and sat down on the sofa. A few of my friends stopped on seeing me, distress written all over my face. I said that I was not feeling well and just wanted a glass of water. After sitting for some time, I felt a little better.  Taking control of myself, I asked one of my friends to walk me to the bus stop. He, sensing my nervousness enquired if he should call my parents or escort me home. I frantically refused, JUST TO THE BUS STOP ✋, I said.

On my way back home, throughout the bus ride, my heart kept racing out of anger and disappointment. I kept thinking about the incident and my cowardly flight from it. I had never faced this kind of trauma before. How I wished to teach that creepy man a lesson. I wish I was a master at Martial Arts or had the physical and mental strength to stand up against his disgusting behaviour. I wished I had shouted or complained about him ( but to whom, there seemed no one around, the ticket counter was way behind ) I could've at least asked him in the loudest of voices, to do the same in front of his Mother and Sister.

But to be honest, I don't know if any of it would have been tough enough to straighten up these weird people.


On one of my bus rides after this incident, faced with a similar but less harassing situation, I asked the middle-aged man in Bengali " Dada apnaar ghore ki Maa Bon achche na ( Sir, don't u have a mother or a sister at home, considering your inappropriate behaviour) ", to which he replied " Maa -Bon toh achche kintu Bou achche na ( I have a mother and a sister but don't have a wife ) "πŸ™„  . Who will marry such a creepy man, I thought.  I gave him a look of disgust, called the conductor asked him to stop the bus, and told him  I was getting down before my designated stop, just because this " Uncle doesn't have a Wife ". Although the rest of the passengers stared at the idiot, I got down, without feeling any better. 

I could have stayed and had him thrown out of the bus, but I intended he be objectified by the rest of the passengers for the rest of his journey. 

LESSON LEARNT #  To teach such people a lesson, one needs to be Vocal, loud and clear.

REPERCUSSIONS # I still can't forget these despairing situations, but I guess now I can handle them better πŸ‘ ( I hope 🀞)


Disclaimer: I am participating in Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022 and this is my 8 th post 

Thanks for reading. πŸ˜‡

Comments

  1. I can't believe we both are a product of the same set of parents. Like I have said before I think you are adopted :D. I usually resort to violence. I have stamped hard enough to make the man cry in pain, poked with safety pins and even slapped men who crossed the line. You Ran??? How shameful.

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    1. That's y I ve added it in the list of my mistakes πŸ™„

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  2. It's not easy at times to confront or teach a lesson. I may hav been scared too in ur place ...i faced same thing when I was in working women's hostel for a while and then even in school :( and I could do nothing...but as we now know better when time comes must teach our kids to learn to be vocal

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    1. Thanks Afshan for reading and Understanding the trauma then I was facing

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  3. It was ur 1st time ...so such reaction is totally acceptable..πŸ₯°πŸ₯°

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  4. What horrible experiences!
    Next time a swift kick in the nuts should sort the guy out.

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  5. When it happens, so many of us end up freezing. Been there, done that. Ran too. But then also in a different incident, slapped it out also. I think somewhere we do whatever we got to do. No planned actions I guess. However our mind, and body mostly, react. It's unbelievable how many women have faced this, and how less (next to none) physical immediate support we get from those around. No one, not one person will come forward. On our own. In a way, that's better, no expectations.

    Here's my post for H:
    Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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