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The Stigma of Being an Indian Male

"I am an Indian. An Indian male. I love to rape. I look out for girls, especially young girls and rape them - without worrying about the moral and social implications. Because raping is my obsession. If I don't rape, I won't be able to sleep properly."
No. None of the above is true. Except the first two sentences. But as an Indian male I am ashamed. Ashamed because so many gruesome rapes have come to light in recent days. Cases of groping, molestation and indecent behavior is more common among us than I could ever imagine. No amount of pleading for forgiveness is going to suffice. Some recent cases that needs to be highlighted are here.

Rapists are the only reason why rapes occur. No excuses. Image.
Yes. That is the only reason. Admit it. TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER GODDAMMIT!


Previously I wrote about the infamous Delhi gangrape. Ok, since multiple gangrapes may have occured, let me specify - the one where the girl was literally killed with an iron rod inserted into her body. Oh yes, I don't wish to spare your sensibilities. Be ashamed. Hang your head in shame. Dive in a pool and die.

Now don't think this is done by a small minute section of sick individuals. Nope. 'Decent' people like you and me are also involved. You may love to bring in instances of more violent and gruesome rapes in Pakistan and Bangladesh etc. I can say only one thing to them - this is India. This is one country that I can speak for. Period.

The attitude of many Indian males is shocking. For example - some said that there is a great cultural divide. Between the rural and the urban folk. I wonder do they mean something like this - a village guy comes to city, finds a girl in mini skirts, 'understands' that she 'wants' to be raped and then rapes her. Is that so simple? Even if for argument's sake if I accept that justification, my question is what do the other so called 'decent' folks do? Light candles after the girl is raped. Or preferably dead. Tch tch. Feels good? Typical Indian hypocrisy at work here. Look at me for example. I could have done a lot. Could have bought lamps for the local lamposts. That would have deterred people with dark intentions. Instead what do I do? I sit in my plush office cabin and write this piece of shyte and try to feel good about it. As if I did something. I know some may say that all that you need to do is to fix yourself first. In my opinion that is not enough. Not anymore. We should not be like the world's Islamic majority and respond to growing Islamic terrorism with a stunning silence. (Yes, I have the ba*** to write that) We need to make a stand. We know many of our friends would do disgusting things if given half a chance. A slap in the face is the least we can do.

Honestly speaking I am enraged. And above all personally ashamed over these incidents. Because I love my country. And I am proud. In spite of innumerable faults, I find enough reasons to love her. But this is something that shadows all that is inherently good and fair in this land. It hurts.

I know some apologists would like to say that this should not be generalized. But let's face it - there is a ladies coach in every train in India. It is there for a reason. Think about it.

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