Facebook asks me, on a daily basis. How do you feel today, Veena?
Let me tell you how I feel today. I feel like the world I knew has come to an end and that this happened a number of years ago, and I have been living in denial.
It isn't a happy situation like the Matrix where a red pill makes you see the truth and a blue pill puts you back in the Matrix.
I am being forced to wake up and see what has already gone by. You can talk to me about hope, but not today. People are shoving candles up a 5 year old girl's vagina, so do not talk to me about that today. People are murdering people for money, for a car, for refusing to serve them alcohol, for asking for toll money. People are telling me Bangalore needs to be evacuated by 2023 because all water sources will be so contaminated. You can fill 'bombing folks' as a favourite pastime.
They found an oil bottle in that child.
We are running out of sanity, air, water, time, but we are not running out of patience. Patience is easy. Oh, I am not sitting on my ass doing nothing, I am simply being patient. Waiting for some hero.
Will I do something? No. I am not that person who gets up and does anything. Even if I were, I wouldnt know what to do or where to start.
Hopeless.
Can I have the blue pill?
Let me tell you how I feel today. I feel like the world I knew has come to an end and that this happened a number of years ago, and I have been living in denial.
It isn't a happy situation like the Matrix where a red pill makes you see the truth and a blue pill puts you back in the Matrix.
I am being forced to wake up and see what has already gone by. You can talk to me about hope, but not today. People are shoving candles up a 5 year old girl's vagina, so do not talk to me about that today. People are murdering people for money, for a car, for refusing to serve them alcohol, for asking for toll money. People are telling me Bangalore needs to be evacuated by 2023 because all water sources will be so contaminated. You can fill 'bombing folks' as a favourite pastime.
They found an oil bottle in that child.
We are running out of sanity, air, water, time, but we are not running out of patience. Patience is easy. Oh, I am not sitting on my ass doing nothing, I am simply being patient. Waiting for some hero.
Will I do something? No. I am not that person who gets up and does anything. Even if I were, I wouldnt know what to do or where to start.
Hopeless.
Can I have the blue pill?
2 comments:
It is disgusting. And I know exactly what you mean.
A couple of days ago, one of my classmates from Belgium asked me if India is unsafe for women. I started to say "it depends on where you are" and realized that was both wrong and completely shameful. It should be safe everywhere. For everyone.
I'm not exactly proactive. But I think it's time people like us become proactive. In our own way. Scream at people who catcall, make a scene. Let people know what they said, let them be ashamed of what they said/did or at least scared to try it again.
Because otherwise it seems like the proactive ones are usually the perpetrators or people who believe the solution is for every woman in India to wear a burqa because "we're obviously asking for it or even my parents who think I should only go out of the house in groups at night.
Enough is enough.
I agree, on being proactive to the extent of screaming or making a scene. The thing is, I have hardly ever walked away from a situation without making a scene or shouting or in the rare instance, slapping.
I have also never not broken down into a mess right after.
This was when I was younger though, where only anger played any role. Nowadays, I feel too scared to say anything, add that to feeling disgust. People in this country shoot you dead for asking them to stop peeing on your wall.
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