One Tight Slap

I sit in an empty autorickshaw. A man comes and sits beside me followed by a lady. The auto driver asks the man to come and sit infront with him. One reason as per my comprehension is that it doesen’t seem comfortable for a man to be sitting between two females, the two females could have sat together and he could have adjusted another commuter. The man refused and asked the auto driver to drive. The ride that started would remain in my memory for long not because it is something not usual but because it further strengthened my belief of how blatantly men of today present before you their coward and lowly character.
I’ll not talk about the typical usual part of a woman’s modesty being outraged by a touch here and a touch there. Evidently most of the girls, in the capital especially, deal with it and i salute those who leave impression of their fingers on the offender’s face. They bloody deserve it.
But sadly for me, a girl who is strong in spirit but weak in flesh, it is prudent not to push it to the extent of slapping a bugger because he might just do anything to harm me. I, therefore, feel slightly helpless in such situations struggling with a deep desire to dig my nails into his face. So i chose to enter only into a verbal fight after having given him warning twice to behave himself and sit properly. I had to force myself to get down much earlier to my destination due to his shamelessness. Thus, I was much furious. As i was getting down i howled at him for being a man of disrepute and no shame which he certainly was. He shouted at me in return saying that i had no manners of how to sit decently (as if i was a woman of easy virtue). I don’t know why but i never saw this coming. I got a little submissive with that comment of his instead of getting more angry. The Jhansi-ki-rani-like vigour got subdued somewhere within me. Suddenly i found myself more at the receiving end instead of pushing him to that end. Later, while i was discussing the incident with a friend, I was myself surprised how he got away saying that. However, all i managed at that time was “you certainly don’t have a sister at home.” (of course i cursed him real bad later)
I realized how easy it is for men to impute such false lowly remarks on a woman and make her suddenly land in a wretched state. No single woman in this entire big world can ever be immune to statements degrading her character. She only learns to ignore them. I have no clue why but as the auto passed by me, the first thought that actually did come to my mind was “am in a decent salwar kameez...why did he say so?” It was wrong of me to think like that because even if i was in a littile-black-dress he would have said the same. It was him who was on the wrong side and he knew that.
Men who don’t respect women are not only unscrupulous but they are also unfit to be called men. They have a failed upbringing. They are anti-social elements and it is they who are weak and not whom they call ‘the weaker sex’. It is important to ask a man “Were you present there when she was doing it or did she tell you? ” every time he carelessly makes a remark about a girl having slept with someone. Men of today represent dodging morality. They find it cool to talk like that displaying a cheap show of superiority which unquestionably does not exist. No matter how much i may write about it but it’ll not pacify my anguish. Had there been two men standing at guard for me at that time, i would have surely given that crook One Tight Slap across his face. Maybe that would have done the needful. Rant over.