Running through the Andheri crowd,I finally reached the place where I wanted to be- at platform No.-4 of Andheri station, waiting for the only Virar train for that hour; where "supposedly" the ladies compartment was going to come for a 15 coach train.
After a wait for hardly half a minute, the train arrived and I, along with many other irritated passenger of that Thursday afternoon- though in month of January,got into that train. after a panic war for a seat between most of the ladies. when everyone got settled that's when we all realized that there were men as well in the compartment.
some women being brave and ones who would fight for a women's right spoke up loudly "Are what are you all doing here? its a ladies compartment get down from the train at the next station or else-"
"or else what?...you cant do anything sister, its a gents compartment and due to some misunderstanding we ladies had got into the train . now let them as well sit here, we cant do anything." said other lady passenger who was traveling from Dadar from where the train had proceeded.
without anything to say about the- oh so brave lady sat down and began to munch upon her vada pav, leaving the very few male species in that compartment into one of the most weird condition.
one could easily say by looking at their faces that they had got familiar with what people called- Awkwardness.
I took out my chips packet to eat and simultaneously my new novel "few things left unsaid " to let the time pass. soon we had reached Borivali and then the game began. Two college going guys were about to get into the compartment and when they saw us - ladies sitting in the compartment they backed off. were they feeling weird? ...yes. were they feeling Awkward? ....yes. were they feeling their rights were violated ? ...yes.
But what an irony was it, that - that day though it was a gents compartment and we knew that some way or the other we were at fault and because of our mistake some people had to let the train go, we had let the every person coming inside the compartment know that it is a gents compartment and please come in. helping out those who might had never helped anyone like us in any situation.
I let out a sarcastic laugh when one of the guys said "yaar yeh kitna ajeeb hai yaar...sari aurtee kitni ghur ghur ke dekh rahi hai."
if just for a minute we ladies had looked at them, some with motherly feelings, some as sisterly and some friendly...then these guys thought that it was Awkward ..."ajeeb" then what about us ladies, who are mostly looked as if we are a piece of meat to be eaten. there is no such fatherly , brotherly or friendly looks or stare that we get, if we wear our school uniform or got out, there is no such feeling when we wear an punjabi suit and go out, there is no such feeling... when we wear a western dress and go out and nor is it when we wear a saree and go out.
that day these guys, felt the journey to be the most difficult even if they had traveled for about half an hour in the train compartment filled with ladies, but then what about us when we travel or walk around with the most disgusting looks and feelings around us for a whole dam day for 365 day a year...31 days a month 7 days a week and 24 hours a day.
we girls are supposed to wear sensible dress... that's what most of the people say, but i would like to ask the same people what are sensible dresses? those punjabi dresses in which your raja beta's keep looking at us like a hawk ? or those sarees in which they decide the size of our waist.
I don't say that western dresses are way better that the Indians, in fact I myself feel they are way too comfortable, and that's what matter, rather than dressing up in a sensible dress whose meaning none of us know, why not dress up into those in which we are comfortable?
when at last the Nallasopara had come and we had to get down the ladies were the ones who were standing ahead, with the few number of gents standing behind us with there head hung low, what was that , that they were feeling, may me the same thing which we feel when a 80 year old grandpa who sits at the pan shop at the corner of our locality, looks at all the girls irrespective of there dresses, their way of looking .
for most of men's in India, when a girl becomes their submissive, its kind of a certificate that they are men, but I would say the day when a girl would walk around without that feeling called "Awkward" would be the certificate for them to be called as men.
hello everyone ...this is Yadni back with another update hope you all like it ...please please please comment your views about what you think regarding this story that i have shared today as it is very important of what other people think about this matter as well.
and pll do follow me as well .for regular updates.
After a wait for hardly half a minute, the train arrived and I, along with many other irritated passenger of that Thursday afternoon- though in month of January,got into that train. after a panic war for a seat between most of the ladies. when everyone got settled that's when we all realized that there were men as well in the compartment.
some women being brave and ones who would fight for a women's right spoke up loudly "Are what are you all doing here? its a ladies compartment get down from the train at the next station or else-"
"or else what?...you cant do anything sister, its a gents compartment and due to some misunderstanding we ladies had got into the train . now let them as well sit here, we cant do anything." said other lady passenger who was traveling from Dadar from where the train had proceeded.
without anything to say about the- oh so brave lady sat down and began to munch upon her vada pav, leaving the very few male species in that compartment into one of the most weird condition.
one could easily say by looking at their faces that they had got familiar with what people called- Awkwardness.
I took out my chips packet to eat and simultaneously my new novel "few things left unsaid " to let the time pass. soon we had reached Borivali and then the game began. Two college going guys were about to get into the compartment and when they saw us - ladies sitting in the compartment they backed off. were they feeling weird? ...yes. were they feeling Awkward? ....yes. were they feeling their rights were violated ? ...yes.
But what an irony was it, that - that day though it was a gents compartment and we knew that some way or the other we were at fault and because of our mistake some people had to let the train go, we had let the every person coming inside the compartment know that it is a gents compartment and please come in. helping out those who might had never helped anyone like us in any situation.
I let out a sarcastic laugh when one of the guys said "yaar yeh kitna ajeeb hai yaar...sari aurtee kitni ghur ghur ke dekh rahi hai."
if just for a minute we ladies had looked at them, some with motherly feelings, some as sisterly and some friendly...then these guys thought that it was Awkward ..."ajeeb" then what about us ladies, who are mostly looked as if we are a piece of meat to be eaten. there is no such fatherly , brotherly or friendly looks or stare that we get, if we wear our school uniform or got out, there is no such feeling when we wear an punjabi suit and go out, there is no such feeling... when we wear a western dress and go out and nor is it when we wear a saree and go out.
that day these guys, felt the journey to be the most difficult even if they had traveled for about half an hour in the train compartment filled with ladies, but then what about us when we travel or walk around with the most disgusting looks and feelings around us for a whole dam day for 365 day a year...31 days a month 7 days a week and 24 hours a day.
we girls are supposed to wear sensible dress... that's what most of the people say, but i would like to ask the same people what are sensible dresses? those punjabi dresses in which your raja beta's keep looking at us like a hawk ? or those sarees in which they decide the size of our waist.
I don't say that western dresses are way better that the Indians, in fact I myself feel they are way too comfortable, and that's what matter, rather than dressing up in a sensible dress whose meaning none of us know, why not dress up into those in which we are comfortable?
when at last the Nallasopara had come and we had to get down the ladies were the ones who were standing ahead, with the few number of gents standing behind us with there head hung low, what was that , that they were feeling, may me the same thing which we feel when a 80 year old grandpa who sits at the pan shop at the corner of our locality, looks at all the girls irrespective of there dresses, their way of looking .
for most of men's in India, when a girl becomes their submissive, its kind of a certificate that they are men, but I would say the day when a girl would walk around without that feeling called "Awkward" would be the certificate for them to be called as men.
hello everyone ...this is Yadni back with another update hope you all like it ...please please please comment your views about what you think regarding this story that i have shared today as it is very important of what other people think about this matter as well.
and pll do follow me as well .for regular updates.
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