Miss She

If a girl can kiss the other, or hold her hands in public, then why can’t she do the same with a guy? Who says, if a girl kisses a guy, she’s but definitely in love with him? They can be pals. Why not? Kisses, Hugs, and holding hands, are just an expression of affection. But ouuh, the society I live in , its weird.

When I told Ahram, that Akshay, he kissed my hand and my cheek, he got wild. That’s okay. I understand his reasons ( Read Post- Heart’s Calling- Men Will Be Men, Always!!) But then, he wasn’t supposed to stop talking to me. I mean, he didn’t talk to me at all today. He said,

“ Go go, go and hold his hands, kiss him. Why do you come to me?” Arrghh! That’s so narrow thinking. I told him,

“ When you can do so, then why not him. He too is my friend.” And pat, came the reply,

“ A friend of mere one online chat!!”

“Not necessary. I think, I was comfortable with him. And why? When I need to give my cheeks to my Editors and Seniors in office, then atleast he’s better than them. C’mon. And in either case, its just kissing, not smooching. Do you get that, Just a kiss.”

“Purple! Its not about just a kiss, its about the fact that you are a girl. Don’t you have some self-respect?”

“ Ouuh Woow! A guy , if by kissing me can rob me off my virginity, then perhaps I’d be a prostitute by now !”

“ Purple. Understand. You are an INDIAN girl. Okay. Indian girls DON’T appreciate kisses.”

“ Wait. I am human first. Then a girl. And then an Indian. Moreover, why Indian girls are prohibited from being kissed. Why are they deprived of the feelings of care and affection?”

“Purple. Don’t argue. Say that you liked him kissing you, so you allowed.  I never knew you were like this.”

“Ouuh may be! Then perhaps you should know that this is what I am. Its just that this time I told you everything honestly. Otherwise, where I am, in media, kissing is just like having a cup of coffee. And, if I haven’t told you of it all before, that was cause, it wasn’t that important to be told. But I thought, the meeting with Akshay, was a nice one, and I wanted to share my happiness with you, and also get cleared of certain doubts. Otherwise, there’s nothing new about it.”

“Meeting was a nice one!! Ouuh , so you are polluted anyways.”

“Pol….. Aa….. what? What did you say?”

“POLLUTED! “

“Arham! I never expected this from you!”

“Neither did I expect you to be lost with a total pervert on a late Saturday evening.”

“Halt. I have done nothing wrong. And he, isn’t a pervert. Had he been, he wouldn’t have called up the next night and sang songs for me.”

“Ouhh Purple! Give it a break ! Seems you simply enjoyed his ‘warm’ touch. I think you even made up with him? Didn’t you.”

 “Owwh what..…”

“No, you listen. He was the easiest target. Wasn’t he? A complete stranger to give vent to your lust. You are such a …..huh”

And I was all in tears. There was nothing to reply. He would just think that I am giving explanations.

Just a kiss and so many allegations on my character. This is my society, still reasoning the taboos we follow with morals and traditions.  No place for women’s happiness and emotions ! Highly orthodox.

In either case, I don’t think Arham can be blamed. He perhaps too is a part of this chauvinistic world.

But I must clear, I am what I am. And all the tags, ‘Indian, Woman’ , and others follow later!

And also, I don’t regret anything. I simply followed my heart. Though I was hurt when he tried to take me for a ride (smooch me), but then, the other guys, who are so close to me, haven’t they tried that too????? 

 I feel , so much being but a property of guys! You walk, and your eardrums take in the lewd remarks. You are standing in a short skirt, and being humilated with disgusting stares. Mummy says, I am her responsibility right now, so I should just do as she says, later when I’d be married, I’d be my husband’s responsibilty, so may be then ( if my husband allows) I do what I want to. And there’s so much more to it. So much . May be, I’d elaborate on that sometime later.

Just a kiss! Huh !

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