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Guide to a good girl.  1- When I was 5, my maa han

Guide to a good girl. 
1- When I was 5, my maa handed me over the barbie dolls and kitchen sets to play with, 
My fascination for hotwheels and beyblades, building blocks and video games, action figures and lazer rifles, to my maa and papa was more or less a cosmological myth.

My parents could not digest my leisure time being spent in company of boys and their masculine toys, and as the consequence, 
I was made to sit in a room all day, with a stuffed doll and few make up sets in defence.

I wanted to run away, from the holes of that dungeon tied to the invisible shackles, as quick as the squirrel, 
But i couldn't, i was the good girl.

2- When I was 13, a muscular and stiff man with dense beard and frowned eye brows, animalistic gazes and mysterious intentions, 
Reaches out for newly formed budding breasts, and inserts his fingers piercing into my vagina 
Leaving no unexplored canyons.

He played with me like I was the barbie doll,
But I thought cricket and kabbadi were his call.
He bruised me like I was the GTA or NFS car,
But those red scars, to him were merely victory avatars.

I wanted "my brother" to stop, to not gift me this disgust and pain as the rewards of my Rakhies, unable to unfurl, 
But i couldn't, I was the good girl.

3- I'm 21 now, and I have few advices for the women of my age, or younger or elder.
1, Do not show cleavage or thighs or shoulders or neck or legs or even your face,
For the length of your fabric can even get you raped, just like an 18month infant or an 80 year old lady, following your disgrace.

2, Do not talk to male friends or fall in love with men or buy condoms or go home late,
For you can destruct your hormones on pills, or get acid attacked on refusals or get killed in the name of kinship dignity to dilate.

Do not smoke or drink or go clubbing, 
Do not laugh out loud in public 
Do not raise voices against violence by men
Do not wait for thirties to get married 
Do not disrespect or disobey relatives or in-law
Do not break the tradition of indian culture 
Do not deny favours to your male bosses
Do not abuse in filthy languages and slangs 
Do not dream about sexual pleasures and female orgasms
Do not rant about education and career and women empowerment 
Do not use words like vagina or menstruation or masturbation or male chauvinism 
Do not object at being called a characterless or a bitch or a slut or a prostitute or a mistress 
Do not utter a word at being touched in several areas of your worshipped and sacred body by a boy, or a man or an uncle. 
Do not enclose your identity preserved carefully under the sheathe, 
Do not breathe.

I am the woman who was 
Molested and assaulted, 
Gaped and raped, 
Smacked and acid attacked, 
Objectified and sanctified, 
Beaten and auctioned, 
Born and died right after 
My silenced screams, bruised scars, crushed down soul, ripped apart, are the evidence of my body being handed over in hands of patriarchy, as they conquer.

Listen, please follow these rules 
However I couldn't, 
I shouted and yelled, 
I opposed and protested, 
I screamed and hurled, 
I am, now, the bad girl. 

 #DPF
Guide to a good girl. 
1- When I was 5, my maa handed me over the barbie dolls and kitchen sets to play with, 
My fascination for hotwheels and beyblades, building blocks and video games, action figures and lazer rifles, to my maa and papa was more or less a cosmological myth.

My parents could not digest my leisure time being spent in company of boys and their masculine toys, and as the consequence, 
I was made to sit in a room all day, with a stuffed doll and few make up sets in defence.

I wanted to run away, from the holes of that dungeon tied to the invisible shackles, as quick as the squirrel, 
But i couldn't, i was the good girl.

2- When I was 13, a muscular and stiff man with dense beard and frowned eye brows, animalistic gazes and mysterious intentions, 
Reaches out for newly formed budding breasts, and inserts his fingers piercing into my vagina 
Leaving no unexplored canyons.

He played with me like I was the barbie doll,
But I thought cricket and kabbadi were his call.
He bruised me like I was the GTA or NFS car,
But those red scars, to him were merely victory avatars.

I wanted "my brother" to stop, to not gift me this disgust and pain as the rewards of my Rakhies, unable to unfurl, 
But i couldn't, I was the good girl.

3- I'm 21 now, and I have few advices for the women of my age, or younger or elder.
1, Do not show cleavage or thighs or shoulders or neck or legs or even your face,
For the length of your fabric can even get you raped, just like an 18month infant or an 80 year old lady, following your disgrace.

2, Do not talk to male friends or fall in love with men or buy condoms or go home late,
For you can destruct your hormones on pills, or get acid attacked on refusals or get killed in the name of kinship dignity to dilate.

Do not smoke or drink or go clubbing, 
Do not laugh out loud in public 
Do not raise voices against violence by men
Do not wait for thirties to get married 
Do not disrespect or disobey relatives or in-law
Do not break the tradition of indian culture 
Do not deny favours to your male bosses
Do not abuse in filthy languages and slangs 
Do not dream about sexual pleasures and female orgasms
Do not rant about education and career and women empowerment 
Do not use words like vagina or menstruation or masturbation or male chauvinism 
Do not object at being called a characterless or a bitch or a slut or a prostitute or a mistress 
Do not utter a word at being touched in several areas of your worshipped and sacred body by a boy, or a man or an uncle. 
Do not enclose your identity preserved carefully under the sheathe, 
Do not breathe.

I am the woman who was 
Molested and assaulted, 
Gaped and raped, 
Smacked and acid attacked, 
Objectified and sanctified, 
Beaten and auctioned, 
Born and died right after 
My silenced screams, bruised scars, crushed down soul, ripped apart, are the evidence of my body being handed over in hands of patriarchy, as they conquer.

Listen, please follow these rules 
However I couldn't, 
I shouted and yelled, 
I opposed and protested, 
I screamed and hurled, 
I am, now, the bad girl. 

 #DPF