Why Rape is Not an Agenda and What Women Fear?

I have been meaning to write this post since we, women were asked to recheck the meaning of the word "rape".

Rape:

1the crime, typically committed by a man, of forcing another person to have sexual intercourse with the offender against their will

2 (especially of a man) force (another person) to have sexual intercourse with the offender against their will

-source

For all sane reasons of why I don't pray to a named God, I now, worry that I should have. The truth, however, is that I am angry. I don't want a man to tell me what rape means, what happens when a girl or a woman gets raped. His position in the government does not sanction him any power, any authority, any right to say things which cannot be processed in his chicken-headed brain.

For all similar reasons, I don't want a man telling me that some girls rape easy.

Factually, if you look at the statistics, no woman and for that matter, no man wants to get raped. 

Secondly, rape has nothing to do with politics. So, let this be the last election that I am made to listen to rape as being an agenda to be discussed in such demeaning ways.

Thirdly, a rape victim is a human being. He/she deserves respect whether he/she was raped twenty years ago or three months back.

Lastly, God cannot be so cruel as to intend rapes or pregnancies through rape to happen. Human beings are. A rapist chooses to rape. A person who is raped does not choose to get raped. Let that be cleared once and for all. Let's not bring God into issues that are even beyond His comprehension.

“When I was in college, a teacher once said that all women live by a ‘rape schedule.’ I was baffled by the term, but as she went on to explain, I got really freaked out. Because I realized that I knew exactly what she was talking about. And you do too. Because of their constant fear of rape (conscious or not), women do things throughout the day to protect themselves. Whether it’s carrying our keys in our hands as we walk home, locking our car doors as soon as we get in, or not walking down certain streets, we take precautions. While taking precautions is certainly not a bad idea, the fact that certain things women do are so ingrained into our daily routines is truly disturbing. It’s essentially like living in a prison - all the time. We can’t assume that we’re safe anywhere: not on the streets, not in our homes. And we’re so used to feeling unsafe that we don’t even see that there’s something seriously fucked up about it.” ~Jessica Valenti

As women, this is what we do. We have a "rape schedule". We rush to our homes before it gets dark, we take a man-friend along to places we have never been before, we ask our boyfriends or fathers to pick us up from the subway, we dress according to the place (not too tight, not too loose), we tend to avoid eye-contact with men, we are told to walk demurely, we are reminded again and again and again that we are women who are on a "rape schedule". And, whether we want it or not, we have accepted it.

We analyse the first man we talk to in a party- scan him, think a thousand times before saying hi. We do things that would probably help us not become rape victims. If we live in big cities, we ensure that we avoid all those dark alleys where "bad things" happen.

A lot many things. As women, we do a lot many things.

As women, then we are also told to believe in love, to meet men, to fall in love with someone, get married, have children, live life without fear.

It is a lot difficult than it seems, trust us.

We are scared. We are scared when we look at the men in our lives- our fathers, boy friends, husbands, sons. We see them when we sit together a watch a story on a woman who was raped in one of those dark alleys. We see how they react. We want to know what their stand is. We want to know whether they will stand up for those women as they stand for us. We try to talk to them about these issues, about womanhood, about rapes, about the elections, lest they become indifferent about these issues.

As women, we live in a constant fear.

So, let this be the last election when I am being told what rape means. Rape means rape. Rape victims are regular human beings as they were before they were raped. Some girls don't rape easy. Most rapists however, do. They rape easy.

Any party, any representative, if they want to win anything, take us- the women, in your support. You know, we will be there braving storms and earthquakes rooting for you just because you stood for us. We will be there dancing and crying our hearts out because you would do the same for us. We don't need empowerment through your policies or plans or schemes. We want acknowledgement for being women, for being half the population, for being us. We want respect, to be believed in, to be trusted with that we are more than just capable.

To put it in a simple way, you cannot tell me that I rape easy and expect me to vote for you.

That's all.
  

YOU.

In this life, we meet so many people.

There a few who will let you rise. Then there are others who pull you down.

There are some who would want to fly with you but their fears would not let you.

Lastly, there are some who let you go.

You. Have. The. Power. To. Choose. The. Person. You. Want.

You deserve someone who makes you feel better about yourself. Not with manufactured lies but with the sole knowledge that you have a power within, untapped, undiscovered, unknown. That power, when it comes out, it shakes the roots of your existence, it brings together all of your self into one being. 

YOU. 

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Guest Advice Column: Tina L. Hook

Guest Advice Column is the place where we will bring people who are an inspiration to us and who have something to share with our crowd. This is the place where they offer tips, advices, and ways to let us keep swimming towards our dreams. 

And, today we bring to you our very first guest Tina L. Hook in our Guest Advice Column. (Boy! are we excited!!!)

-Image Courtesy of Tina L. Hook

Tina is a generous writer, a great support, and a perfect blogger friend. She has got her first book published- Enchanted by Starlight. If that title doesn't make it alluring, we don't know what does! We asked Tina to share with us her experience as an author- how she managed to stay sane during those grueling months of writing and then later on publishing. 

Tina is one of those people who write with a sense of alacrity, rendering her readers with a vivid and live experience of her characters. We still remember her Disappearing Girl- a piece, which we go back to whenever we are struggling with words.   

We leave you with this amazing person and author. 

And, don't forget...

Enchanted by Starlight is now available on Amazon. In stores in July.

She also writes at (Fl) Girl with a New Life.

She is also available on Twitter and Facebook.

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Writer for Life. My Best Advice. 

When Rathi asked me to write this post I was thrilled, and not because I deem myself to be anyone of great importance, because I don’t. Rather, I was thrilled because Rathi is an important part of my online writing community. I care about her words, and about the vulnerable soul she manages to express through them. I look forward to her comments on my blog each month, and savor the moments when she is inspired by what I have to offer. Rathi is part of the tribe that cheers me on and motivates me to keep writing, and that is something every writer needs.

"Solitude, competitiveness and grief are the unavoidable lot of a writer only when there is no organization or network to which she can turn."—Toni Morrison

When I think about the engine that powers me through my writing I often come back to this quote from Toni Morrison. While it is true that writing is a solitary act, it can be difficult to impossible to navigate it alone for the long haul. If you want to turn your writing into a life long pursuit, this is my greatest advice to you. Build a community.

Whether your writing tribe is an online community of many or an in-person group of two, writers benefit from the support of other writers. We hold each other accountable. We inspire one another to keep going.  When our own passions dim with self doubt, which they will, we can lean on the enthusiasm of our tribe to buoy us up again. And when the day comes when your work goes out live to the world, your writing community will be the first to devour it, celebrate it, and pass it along to their friends.

I should add here that building a writerly community is not a piece of cake. Creative people are sensitive creatures, and we don’t always react well to critique, even when it’s constructive. Add to that, we don’t always know how to deliver critiques in the way that they need to be heard—with gentle consideration. At times, unfortunately, we measure the success of another as a measure of our own inadequacy. For these reasons the members of your tribe will come and go. Some will come back and others never will. Don’t allow this to discourage you. Wish them well and continue your work.

Being as that we humans are insecure, we sometimes flock to groups where our work will be more easily praised instead of challenged, and wilt from writers we presume to be better than us. I say do the opposite. Embrace as many great writers as possible; they will become your mentors. Support the dreams of the fellow writers in your tribe, and they will return the favor.

-Image Courtesy of Tina L. Hook

An excerpt from Enchanted by Starlight.

THE FIRST PAGE

My name is Grace.  Tomorrow is my wedding day.

Staring across the dark waters of the Gulf, I am uncertain.  I am exhausted and hopeful.  I am both completely in love and irreparably heartbroken.

After these long months attending to the minutia, the black and white stationery, the elegant table settings, the tropical flowers, the chocolate dessert course—I suddenly find myself detached from it completely and, now, with the night sky rising up around me, I have surrendered myself to the deeper implications.  I am standing in the moment that has defined my life.  I am finally here and yet so much has been lost.

It was a delicious ache that lured me from my bed tonight, drawing me out beneath the cobweb of stars.  Liam’s memory teases me, calling from the water’s edge as if he might materialize there, simply by my wanting him to.  I thought for sure I had pushed him so far back into my mind that I had forced him away for good.  Still, as much as he has denied me, as much as I have refused my heart, it seems he is determined to make an impression on this day.  Agonizing really, how enduring love can be.  Even after you have packed it up and put it away, it is still there—always there, yellowing around the edges and begging you to turn its pages again.

Ask Tina your questions in our comments section. 

De-cluttering & Treasures

At least, once in our lifetime, we all have de-cluttered our bookshelves, our closets, our rooms, that garage that has more space for rows of boxes than for our car, the entire house, or maybe our life in general.

De-cluttering, like we all know, is throwing away things that you do not want to hold on to or that no longer matter — a photograph of an ex-boyfriend who didn’t treat you well, discount coupons that have way passed their ‘valid upto’ dates, and business cards of people you have no chances of needing them again whatsoever.

In my case, it was a file folder of newspaper cuttings and a bag of countless newspapers from last year. I thought back to the time when reading the morning newspaper was as important and pious to me as reading the Bible or the Quran would be for some people. Newspapers were my ‘holy book’. There were newspaper cuttings on politics, foreign policies, anti-corruption bills, nuclear energy, environment, and academics. Opinion articles comprised an altogether different set of the clutter. Those articles and stories had once informed me and inspired me to form an opinion and speak my mind.

Among the bundles of newspapers, I found an old bracelet. Embedded on it were tiny green beads of glass. It was a gift from a friend in the seventh grade. I remember her vividly. Her tall physique, fair skin, and lustrous brown hair had made her look like an Anglo-Indian though she was not one.  She was the one close friend I had in the sixth and the seventh grades. She transferred schools after the seventh grade and we lost touch. I also found two long lost journals wherein I had endlessly rhymed away. Those journals brought back memories of the time when I would get up from my bed in the middle of the night because a possible-Grammy-Award-winning-song had just popped into my head.

I got rid of the newspaper cuttings on politics and other stuff even if reading about them had once been my passion. Somehow, articles on environment and academics still found a place in my now-cleaned bookshelf.

De-cluttering makes you strong because you throw away things (often without a second thought) that once seemed to matter the most. At first, it might feel like you have fewer things now or fewer choices because the place is no longer crowded. But, suddenly that one problem you had been running away from seems to untangle on its own. 

Suddenly your writer's block flies away. Suddenly you know how to tell your boss that you want to resign. Suddenly you realize that gardening is your hobby. Suddenly you are willing to open your heart to a new love and to love fearlessly. Somehow, a cleaner bookshelf or closet makes life seem simple.

We all have the capability of de-cluttering our bookshelf, our closets, or our lives. We just need to be in the right mood. Until we are in the right mood, we will continue to dig for our favourite pair of trousers in that heap of clothes. But, the good news is if you have de-cluttered before, you will de-clutter again. If you haven’t ever, you will someday be in the right mood. The ‘right mood’ could be — running away from problems; having nothing to do; being unemployed; or going through quarter-life crisis.

Most of the time we believe what we collect is treasure. We, therefore, lock it up and bury it somewhere deep only to discover it later after some digging. Not all treasures bring cherishment when discovered; not all treasures are precious just like not all that glitters is gold.

De-cluttering teaches us that we can still survive if something is taken out of our lives, that what we think of as our oxygen is merely a fog that needs to be lifted for us to see ourselves clearly. De-cluttering also teaches us that there is sure to be at least one thing that we will choose to keep for good.

I kept the bracelet. 

this weekend.

saturday night. 

cup of green tea. 

music.

shades of gray. by carolyn reeder.

my idea of a perfect weekend night. 

yes! i would like to see how a bar looks like. i would like to have beer on tap and dance till my feet hurt. until i would have to remove my shoes and sit down for a moment to catch my breath. but, the thing is i have never been to a discotheque let alone a bar. 

and, the only beer i have ever tasted is a canned non-alcoholic beer. 

but, i love weekends where i could be all alone. sitting by the apartment window where i could see the city moving constantly. it does not slow. and, yet it does not stop. 

i am reading shades of gray. a book on american civil war. 

i sip through cups and cups of green tea. my clear drink. it clears my head, makes me see the present, and all the abundance in it. and, as the sun enters my apartment, slow and golden, it reflects on every wall. 

my own landscape. in the middle of the city. 

this coming week is going to be full of events.

1. this 13th will be my last day at work.

2. i will be taking an entrance exam on 12th.

3. i need to go to the library.

4. i have to submit my application form.

5. i have to start with my yoga routine.

6. need to go for morning walks. 

7. write a review for 'the rope walk'.

8. study. study. study.

so, all i have is this weekend. 

to breathe. to rest. to live. 

next week, all this peace will be forgotten. there won't be any time to imagine and for dreaming. 

so here's to this weekend. 

have a great day everyone.