BOOMERANG

                                                                     BOOMERANG

It was 09.30 at night. He was done with his daily antiques. Today it was Andheri Station, however, different set of women to tease and harass. It had become a routine for him for last few months. Some sort of evil sadistic pleasure that he derived out of it. With a mind full of varied images of women and their exteriors, he came at the bus stop.

Though it was almost 10, bus stop was fairly crowded, with people from different walks of life returning their homes, with satisfaction or a feeling of continued struggle. Midst all this, he noticed her. A young woman in her early 20s. Young. Woman. Beautiful. The sinister inside him came to its true element. He stared at her long enough for her to realize and make her uncomfortable. He continued staring at her, making some lewd passes and displaying all the evil intentions in the world through his eyes. To his surprise, she also got down with him at the same stop.

He followed her, even more aggressively. She kept brisk walking across roads and bridges before she stopped at the entrance of a building.

He was startled to see a sudden group of women standing across his way. He was taken aback.

"aur chikne....kya kar raha hai..."
" haaye ...yar uski hair style to dekho...ekdum chaawa lag raha hai"
" uski jeans to dekh...jaane kaha kaha se tight ho rahi hai"
" pata nahi aur kya kya hard aur tight hoga"
" chaal to dekho iski.....movie ka hero bhi sharma jaaye"
" sirf chaal hi acchi hai...ya aur kuch bhi hai aajmane jaisa..."

He was shocked. Rather stunned. It was a tight slap from all those women without even touching him or coming anywhere close to him. The attitude, the swagger and the unabashed vulgar remarks he used to pass at random women at station were somehow coming his way one after the other. For a change, he was at the receiving end.

He escaped the place out of a huge embarrassment. Somehow, he could no longer relate to the fact that he is a man. He felt embarrassed and ashamed at his manly attitude and aura that he had used in the worst possible manner all this while. He could not come to terms with the way his sexuality was ridiculed. He could no longer face himself in mirror.

" This is how all those women must have felt when I teased and harassed them with my comments" He pondered and pondered hard over this. It was way too late, but he finally realized what he had been up to. He decided to give it up all. He decided to be a real man. In short, he decided to respect women all his life.

Only if men in India actually understand and practice this, our society will be the best possible place to live.