Letter to Losers!

I dedicate this piece to Shubhi. After reading your article, I am really charged up to put those thoughts which have been bothering me/us for so long, into words. I shall take the liberty to start from where you left.

Dear dirty old scumbag,

I hope this letter reaches you in good condition and that you are more miserable than words can ever express, hopefully in your deathbed. Yet I know you shall have no regret, no shame because you are the eternal perverse.

You and the remains of your race of disgusting men still parade the earth, as if your existence is a blessing for us. Singing when I walk past you, air kissing when I am not looking, walking diagonally just so that you can brush past me in your smelly half unbuttoned shirt, do you seriously think that you are my dream of George Clooney walking down the battered roads of Delhi? Or do you think that you are just so sauvé that I would swoon and fall at your feet.

My dearest, how and when will you realise that you are the type I want to kick between the legs, hoping that you would die like a disgusting lizard squashed under a dirty chappal? What makes you think that I would want to do anything otherwise? What cheap thrill do you get out of making a fool of yourself? But probably you are so superficial and soul less, that no amount of introspection would give you any answers. For you it a world of carnal needs and desires.

That is why I propose castration - The solution to end the maniacal tendencies that lie within you. Damage your male ego so much, that you might give ‘respecting women’ a thought.

And for all your supporters out there, with all respect to their age and archaic thoughts, I have nothing but anger which eventually boils down to pity. “You should see where you are going, what you are wearing. You must protect yourself from those lewd eyes” Oh dear lord! I will punch you so hard that you wished that you never opened your mouth to say such disgusting words. The fact is I will go where I want, wearing what I want. And you and your friends from the dark ages can watch.

But watch with caution, because if its anything more than a casual look, if it is a look that tries to undress one with you filthy eyes, I shall gauge them out. I sound violent, but I am just passionate about this, wiping the earth clean of any repulsive creatures like you that may still dare to exist.

Furiously yours,
Just another girl, who walks around the streets of Delhi and is independent enough not to travel in swanky car funded by her sugar daddy.