As a wannabe 7th standard girl, I used to day-dream about being very tough to lousy road-side Romeos.
Yes, it starts wayyy too early.
The inferior-gender [Referring to times back when women were called the "Superior" ones, or just the better halves.] has forever had the chicken-ness enough to stare and pass comments on the chics on the street.
Chicken-ness, shouldn't be the word, for the sole reason that my son is one too. :)
[The previous sentence rhymed.]
As a part of my back-pack for 'Go-to-some-place-and-be-happy
If racists want to drop the entire blame on 'Muslims' being the inferior 'species', well they can look at my shoe for any future discussions.
The same was told to my Dad too.
[He loves Christians for some reason. A high school crush maybe(?).]
My first few days at the workplace went quite unproductive. When I don't see the pros I choose to not see the cons. I, thus, felt quite at home there. However, the truth of my worst nightmares was revealed when I ACTUALLY started to work. Being in fair in basti-s isn't 'quite' a bliss.
To begin with the five year olds who have been taught to recognize themselves as poor and the white as rich followed me calling me "didi" in search of toffees and candies. And their Dads and brothers and uncles stayed staring. And their moms and sisters and aunts stayed staring. :-| Do not ask me why.
Being dressed head to toe isn't really a way to protect yourself from the comments.
I couldn't possibly dare to hide my face in a dupatta as others working did, cuz.. err... well "I" had done nothing wrong so as to hide my face. Self-esteem deal. Yeah.
Soooo I walked head-high-nose-raised looking at every guy who dared look at me wanting to give a dirty look annnd to my happy realization, they couldn't keep an eye contact. Losers. Yes.
But as days passed by, I started staying lost in the previous day's/week's happenings and interviews and what I had for today and tomorrow in store. The first comment I deal with was when a cheapster called my friend 'fat'.
Loser #1: You've started to get fatter by the day! What have you been eating huh?
-Juhi turns back to give him a "$%&^$@$ 43%^%#%"-stare. He tries to run and cross the lewdly populated Qazi camp roads. Juhi moved towards him, pulls his hand and forces him to answer her. He says the comment was for his friend standing next to him. Juhi offers the friend to second him. The friend doesn't. Juhi gives him a piece of her irritated mind and lets him go before the lewdly populated crowd tries to clean their hands on him.-
I.am.an.actor.
And I've been into the habit of changing into my normal self as soon as I get off the stage, after giving an 'as natural as it could get'-performance.
I started with my jokes back again once it was over.
Not more than 5 minutes.
Y.a.y.
This was enough for the wannabe gangster inside me to make me live with a raised nose for over 2 weeks.
The next happening came when I was to visit a decent muslim activist lady for lunch. She says she lieks me. :D :D
:D
I was on my way, JUST opposite to the Union Carbide factory. I walk to the right of the road. That is the smart way to be. You can avoid crashing into a space ship coming from front that cry about being back-hit to Saint Satan in hell. Yes.
This particular road, as per my experience in levels of lewd population, is the worst case scenario.
('Worst case scenario' sounds so debate-ish-copy-pasted)
This guy had the guts enough to walk to me from the front left and be cheap.
Loser #2: You're looking soooooooo smart today(?)!
-Juhi out of an impulse[spontaneous anger! :O] hits her with her left hand. His chest is slapped and he bounces back. Within 5 seconds, the time take by Juhi to realize the happening and take some voluntary action, the guy is 50 meters far. He ran off. He stays laughing to hide the embarrassment and insult in the area he lives. Juhi shouts out and gives him a piece of her mind to him. She uses "tum" to address him. She realizes late that she still hasn't got what it takes to be a Harley-Davidson owner.
Before leaving the place, I thought of passing on my wisdom to a foreign intern, girl. So that she makes the best use of HER time here. I took her out to see the antique wall of the factory full of campaigns, each a masterpiece. And also a memorial statue, a dedication to the guts of the survivors.
We encountered more than 5 cheapster within 15 minutes. The same place as the slapped-chested(Not)-loser.
Loser #3: (On bike) Want a lift.
-Juhi tells him to get lost. #$%^ $%@$% -look.-
Losers #4,5,6: (Volunteer to show around the place to the guests)
-Juhi forces him to realize his Eunuch status and un-employed, or rather say un-able status. He tries to argue but runs off. On his bike. Yes. Juhi threatens to chop off and throw his private parts the next time he tries to volunteer for help. :) -
Loser #7 is traveling in an auto, clicking pictures from his Nokia 5700[:-|]. Loser #8 is the auto driver. :-|
Loser #7: What is you name?
-Foreign intern(girl) hides her face with her colorful dupatta. Juhi answers him.-
Juhi: (Shouting)Go ask your mom!
-Loser #7 doesn't understand what the mean girl means. Juhi runs to his auto and tries to beat him inside his auto and probably snatch his phone. The auto moves after he shrinks to the other end inside the auto, scared to death. Juhi holds the auto as it moves and shakes the auto. Autos have never ran at a faster speed.-
Foreign intern(girl) stayed shocked for the rest of the trip back. We chose to walk with pride on the same road instead of taking help. Or probably just a transport.
A college guy on his came right after the auto incident, and held his ears and apologized.
College guy: I'm sorry from the side of these silly Indians.
-Juhi said it was really sweet of him. Juhi started walking again with foreign intern(girl) and didn't care enough to look back. She never does.-
-Days later two street guys come over to Melanie and her translator walking next to her. They ask her translator.-
Loser #9: [With loser #10] If we try and talk to the white girl, would she slap me?
-Juhi, supposedly the tough white girl who doesn't take crap forms an image in Qazi camp, before she leaves. Foreign intern(girl) feels that this image of Juhi's could be used as a safety jacket after she leave, by her.-
Power.
Happiness.
Peace.
Composure.
Strength.
Happiness. To who has loved.
Power.
Strength.
[Some names have not been taken for security reasons.]
