You won’t UNDERSTAND!!!

So, it happened today, one of my friend shared an Ola cab to commute from one place to another and was completely white frightened face when we saw him. Upon enquiring, he revealed that he was in a cab with a macho looking heavy build homosexual, who tried to press his hand while sitting in the back side of the car. He was signalling to my friend, And this is what frightened him. While he was explaining his part how he felt, one of the girls said don’t worry everything is fine now and we do understand what you might have gone through. Have some water and relax.

This guy stood up and shouted- you won’t ever understand how it feels.

The epic reply from my girl-

Oh really! You think we won’t understand how it feels when every second guy walking on the street looks at us, as if we are a piece of flesh and he is a dog.

We won’t understand, when we are not even safe in public places, leave about the secluded places.

We won’t understand, when we are not safe in our own homes between our own families.

We won’t understand, when we have to check at least twice or thrice to make sure that we locked the house properly and all other windows and gates are properly shut.

We won’t understand, when our own family or relatives tells our parents about our clothes that they are not appropriate and we should change them according to their comfort level.

We won’t understand, when we don’t walk on big streets at night.

We won’t understand, when men passes lewd comments and yell dirty things to us.

We won’t understand when they take every single opportunity to grab us, as if we belongs to them and are not a human being.

We won’t understand, when we have been advised to keep pepper spray, knives in our bags at an easily accessible pocket.

We won’t understand, when while buying keychains we go for the one that doubles as a knife.

We won’t understand, when our mothers taught us how to use keys as a safety tool.

We won’t understand, when we live every second on a rape schedule. You know what initially, I wasn’t agreed with this rape schedule thing but when explained I completely agreed to this- because of the constant fear of rape or being sexually assault, women does things throughout the day to protect themselves. Whether it’s carrying keys or small knives in hand while walking on the roads, locking car from inside the moment we jump into it, not walking down certain streets at all.

You know what! taking precautions is not a bad idea but the fact is certain things are so ingrained in us that it’s actually disturbing. It’s like living in a prison all the time. We can’t assume we are safe anywhere, be it our office, home, roads, school, colleges, anywhere in this world and we are so used to feeling this unsafe and the worst part is we don’t see it as a problem. And no one wants to work upon it.

Now coming back to your point that we won’t understand how it feels. I request you to put some light on this so that me and my other female friends can at least try to understand.

Meenakshi Vatsa



At one stage of our lives, we all must have thought, what is life?

Life is an opportunity given to all of us to reshape ourselve, where in rest of the souls helps us by creating favourable and unfavourable circumstances and situations. It’s a battle, where we may or may not have control over the action but the REACTION belongs to us. Our reaction should construct us for big battles of furure or next lifes. Its a continuous process of births and deaths towards perfection. 

Meenakshi Vatsa

Breaking Force

Unnecessary force breaks and once something or someone is broken can never ever come in the same shape, may become more or less beautiful and worthy but never same. 

Meenakshi Vatsa

I Am Glad You Are Gone, Gone Forever.

Loving you with whole my heart even when you made me question about all the reasons I fall for you, is my talent and heart. You have got nothing to do with it. You never know how tough it is to get your heart broken by someone whom you trusted the most. The only wish for you is that God/karma never let you go through that pain. To be honest, I still love you but I’m glad you are gone and gone forever. 

Meenakshi Vatsa

Dont Be Ashamed Of Your Story, It Might Inspire Someone.

Yeah, I am back with one of the incidents happened with me recently and took me into a deep shock for a while and I am sure it does happen with lots of women on a daily note. 
Let me tell you that as a contrary , I am a good driver ( or at least what people think that women cant drive well ) and I love driving as well. Driving is one of the stress buster to me. 
The day (March 31, 2017) started as normal as the other days of my week. I was driving and talking to a friend of mine ( my phone was connected with the aux of my car). It was approx 11 AM, so not much traffic on the roads. I was driving on NH8 and saw a senior citizen ( approximately 70 years or above) showing me middle finger and he does it 3-4 times before overtaking my car. Initially i didn’t pay attention towards the guy and kept on driving as I was already engaged in two things – driving and talking ( well both are my hobbies). So apart from having good driving skills I am blessed with few good friends as well, who loves talking to me. 
I saw the guy and kept on driving and told my friend – ‘this buddha (senior guy) is showing me a middle finger and I don’t know why’. He asked me to put the phone down and concentrate on driving thinking I might have done something due to which the uncle did this. 
The guy in the other car did the same 2-3 times more, passed a cunning and mysterious smile and then overtook my car. I was really frustrated and thought to catch the old guy. I put the fourth and then the fifth gear of my car and started chasing his car. I know its not safe to drive that fast but at that particular moment my blood was boiling and out of rage I drove at a speed more than 110 or 120 kmph. I kept on blowing my car’s horn behind his car and indicated him by hand gestures to stop the car on side. He was aware what he has done and started speeding. Thank God, he was driving a small car and wasn’t able to beat the horse power of my car. I took my car on his side lane and started driving mine towards his car to stop him. By then he also might have understood that escape wasn’t possible from this situation and stopped his car. I stopped mine too. I came out of my car, locked it and put the keys in my pocket. Walked towards his car and knocked on windows and asked him to come out of the car as well. He does the same.
I was able to see the shamelessness on his face. The guy looked educated and I asked him- ‘uncle, what I did to earn that middle finger from you? Was I driving improperly or Did I say something inappropriate’? He shouted on his highest pitch- ‘which middle finger you are talking about? I have never shown you one’? 
I spoke in a pitch which was obviously higher than his pitch and said – ‘Don’t try to be loud because I know I can speak louder than you. So now tell me why u did that- showing me the middle finger’? 
Uncle – Beta (daughter), i haven’t shown you one. Trust me. 
Me- ‘So Uncle, as you are speaking in English, I can understand that you are a well educated guy. I am sure, you have got degrees as well with you. But where are your manners? Where did you sold them? U know, you have just shown me the middle finger multiple times and now calling me beta. Wow!!! (I clapped). Uncle I can see you must be in your seventies and you know what, you are older than my own dad. And right now, I am thinking about the ladies in your house – your daughter, your daughter-in-law, your grand daughters. I am sure you also call them beta but not sure weather you show them this middle finger or not. Uncle, I don’t even feel like spitting upon you because that’s would be an insult to my spit. Just a request, please refine or readdress your mind. Not for me, not for the other girls but for the ladies in your house. The biggest fear for them is you – the guy whom they all are calling either papa, dada or nana (grand father). 
The guy was standing there lowering his head because he was aware what he has done and was able to understand what I was saying. I turned, opened my car, sit and drove without looking back. I was able to see in the rear mirror of my car that the guy was still standing there. 
I don’t know weather he will be changed or not but I know that my words were able to reach his mind. His lowered head sent that message. 
I heard it somewhere:

No women of any age, gender, colour, character, ever deserve to be sexually violated or what some might lightly call ‘Eve Teasing’. 


A women wears strength and darkness equally well, she has always be half goddess and half hell.