When these horrific incidents of rape and violence happen, I
feel ashamed to be a man who is supposed always be in the role of a
protector and even more so in India where there are festivals dedicated to it.
But I do search my soul and think `what if’. I
try to find if there is the same animal lurking somewhere inside me also.
What if I got tempted on a day when no one was looking and a certain girl
looked helpless, and every thing looked easy. If it looked like I would
be able to get away with forcing myself on someone who could put up only a little
resistance, would I do it? Would I be able to scare the girl enough so
that she would not have the courage to tell someone? Would I be able to
land a few blows and kicks on her before departing so that she would remain
unable to speak for some time till I made my escape. Mind you I have
grown up in a very violent part of India.
After deep deep thinking, I think that the answer to all the
above question is a loud `No’ . But mind you this ‘no’ has a rider. It is
not that I am beyond temptation, It is also not that I am being scared of the
law or not being able to live with the fact that one day I would be recognized
somewhere, There are a billion people out there. The search for the evil
part of me in my heart does not pull a blank, it brings out memories of my twenties
where I nearly did something wrong, thinking that a little indiscretion would
be forgotten.
The real reason why I (and a million others) would never do
such a thing is because, I have found the tender side of my whole being with
the help of women. Right from the times when I was a child of 8 and used to
play small games like `pithoo’ with a rubber ball( I think it is called `seven
slates’ in English) with boys and girls of the same age, it was known that you
couldn’t hit the girls too hard with the ball. Even when a boy hit another boy
too hard, the first protest would come from a girl. Girls not only expect a bit
of tenderness, they also know how to give loads of it. You can see that
the play of a mixed group of children is always less rowdy than a group which
has only boys.
I had the good fortune of going to educational institutions
where I could always learn a thing or two from the girls, a little more
generous sharing of food, their streaks of protection of other younger girls, a
little bit of nurturance, kindness, some thoughtful appreciation and
critique, I have no doubt that I would be a lot poorer in my personal
growth if I did not grow up in a Co-ed along with girls.
There are reams written about understanding women but this
much can be said quite clearly that in matters of her body, its either a `yes ‘
or a big NO and those males who do not understand that `no’ have missed
out on a life time of education. If they cannot understand that women of
all ages and nationalities and societies protect their personal space very
fiercely, they have grown up knowing only half the story. They have not learnt
that forcing your way with a woman will only create hatred and no love.
There is so much more to be gained from being on the right side of these
wonderful people than to be on the wrong side
These clichéd sentences are being written to drive
home a very important point. It is extremely important to make sure that
your children learn to treat the opposite sex like equals.
DO NOT send your children to single sex schools and
colleges, they never learn enough about the likes , dislikes, quirks,
insecurities, fears, obsessions, in fact the entire world view of the other
sex. I am sure that if some of these criminals had gone to a
co-ed school from the beginning this violence wouldn’t have happened. I
rest my case.
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Param Jigyasu