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Letter is written in reply to Couples picked up from hotel rooms, charged with ‘public indecency’

 

Dear Mumbai Police,

I hope this letter finds you in the pink of health. Hopefully, I’m not disturbing you at the moment. I’m sure there are many more hotels and pubs and parks to raid in this country but I promise this won’t take time. I know it’s solely because of you that we sleep peacefully every night at our homes. And if it weren’t for you, my daughter would have probably been pregnant by now. So firstly, Thank You so much for being around to take care of my kids who are really going out of hand these days. Thank you for slapping them when they have really crossed all limits. I mean come on — look at them.

From pubs and parks, they have taken to hotel rooms now. That too, shamelessly — after giving their identity proofs and money. They should at least have the shame to produce fake IDs in front of the hotel receptionist.

Trust me, I really appreciate your sacrifice for the country. Being up all night to raid hotels to find couples performing a heinous crime needs dedication. Haven’t they heard of transparency? That is the need of the hour after all in this country. Trust me, you have more than covered up for your suspension over the liquor racket incident. The authorities will be happy.

You know what, you’re right. You were absolutely right in slapping a girl for performing a gruesome crime called ‘sex’ behind closed doors. Look at our country — People are dead in a train accident. People are dying in floods. Infiltrators have shot dead two BSF jawans. Kashmir is on the boil. The economy is sluggish. FDI isn’t happening. The Chinese are investing in Pakistan and Russians are gifting them attack helicopters. All this is happening and nobody cares. But my daughter, with so much hate in this world, should shut doors to perform an act of love. You’re right, she should be slapped.

Rape, you perform. Bribe, you take. Terrorists, you miss. Sex rackets you can’t find. But my daughter should hide her face for having consensual sex. She should be slapped. Why?

Because, she should have done it right in front of you, those couples should have done it right in front of you because flashing penises in heavy traffic and grabbing boobs at public places don’t bring you humiliation do they? Because those assh*les perform these acts proudly. So my daughter MUST BE slapped for hiding her face for expressing love to her partner.

My daughter should’ve been slapped if she hid her face in that famous pub attack in Mangalore when innocent couples were beaten up for expressing their love towards each other on Valentine’s day. My daughter should’ve been slapped if she ran away in the fear that you’d get her married if she was seen with her partner in the parks of Mumbai on February 14th. And she should have definitely been slapped if you found her behind closed doors with a man loving her and not raping her AND she hid her face. If you wouldn’t slap her for being such a coward, I would. So great job I must say!

I would’ve said this to you and more had it been my daughter who was humiliated to a point where she wanted to commit suicide for no fault of hers. I would’ve said this to you in these many words had you called me. Honestly, if you find sex ‘indecent’ I’m really sorry for your wives and husbands. Poor souls can’t enjoy the single most amazing experience in the world.

So let me explain to you the meaning of ‘public indecency’ dear saints — it is an inappropriate act performed in PUBLIC spaces. For example, when you ask for a bribe shamelessly in public or when you paint the walls with urine each and every day of your life — that is public indecency.

I gave my daughter the permission to live life on her terms, then who the f*ck are you to humiliate her for the most decent act in the world. You may be animals raping girls left, right and centre, my daughter will make love. With her consent. Consent, a word you’ll never understand the meaning of — I taught her well. I have also given her consent to run over you if you ever try to stop her alone at an ‘indecent’ hour at night because that’s how much I trust you.

So let me tell you this — I will hold my baby girl when she falls but you, please mind your own business.

With lots of hate,

Yours truly x

 

 

Read Reply From Police -> We Made a mistake, cops were overzealous says Mumbai Police

 

Also Read Abhay Deol Comments -> I enjoy it, I crave it, I pursue it. I don’t hide the fact Says Abhay Deol

 

 

This letter was posted in a Reddit India thread discussing the porn ban.

Dear Mr PM,

I was one of those millions who supported you even before it became cool to do so. I am one of those who is still a vocal evangelist of your government to this day. I see a lot of the good that your government is doing, I see the effort you and your govt are taking in undoing some 50 years of decay, barring a few good 5 year runs we have had in the interim.

Off late though, I think you are losing me and that should cause you worry. I am not just one person, but I represent many millions of your urban, educated, vocal support base. Is it because of policy or governance failures? No. I think you are doing a stellar job there. It is solely because of you and your government giving into YOUR own vision of India.

When you came in, I thought that India would have a clean start, that we would wipe away any traces of the Lutyens clique that has dominated India since Indira. This included a a slow but steady dismantling of the censor regime that has been put up by the Congress over the years. While you have brilliantly bypassed the establishment when it comes to the MSM, you are only strengthening the retrograde and archaic dinosaurs of the Indira era which includes the censor board.

Why are a few so insecure that “Indian culture” will be wiped out because of insignificant things like porn? The culture that has not only withstood, but absorbed invaders from the dawn of history is now being threatened by 800 porn sites?

What business does the state even have in governing the personal lives of the citizens? Why should we be told that watching porn is bad? When you promised Minimum governance, maximum administration, I for one did not have this…nanny state in mind.

If the state is worried that children being exposed to porn is altering the social fabric, sanction studies, put it in the public realm and help parents do the parenting. Yes, India has a very skewed gender relation engagement, but you know sir, the problem is not porn, but next to no interaction between the genders. From school till college, across the formative years men and women are kept separate and THAT is the cause for many of our dysfunctional adult males who view women via a very parochial prism, not porn. This requires deep systemic change, one that I thought your government would bring about, banning porn is a very easy way out.

What then is the difference between Rajivji banning Satanic Verses because a minority of the Muslim community felt that this violated their rights and banning porn because a tiny tiny minority of the majority community felt that it violates THEIR concept of Indian Culture.

I have always been told that Indian culture tolerated differences, it celebrated them even, it was very open about natural things such as male and female interactions (as evidenced by our own temple walls), if anything our forefathers would be laughing at us trying to impose a Victorian era morality upon Indians and saying that this is Indian culture. The argument that porn causes violence is just not borne out by reality - young people have since time immemorial seeked out the forbidden fruit when they were in their early Teens. Advanced societies such as the Nordic states are very open culturally and don’t have half the social problems we have and are not even a percent as repressive as ours.

Sir, as an avid supporter, I fervently want you to win 2019, and even 2024, but then with a very young population and one that is increasingly coming online and getting exposed to a wide variety of ideas, you are at the risk of alienating your own voter base - the youth.

We are adults, we know what is good for us and what is bad for us. We need a govt that lays roads, bridges, constructs ports, that connects millions to an electricity grid. We need a state that looks out for the welfare of its people over the welfare of the party it represents. We need a govt that takes us and keeps us on a path of 8%+ growth for decades from now. We don’t need a state that imposes its own (and maybe a few cabinet minister’s) narrow and parochial view of culture upon millions.

I write this to you in good faith as I wanted you to hopefully hear directly from the trenches.

- Reddit user PMOMAIL

Oh great!! This is the true color of those who are flooding twitter and facebook profiles with selfies with their daughters. Ironically they respect their daughter but they find it hard to hear someone’s daughter sharing her views. Have no idea about what I am saying? Have a look at the open letter by Shruti Seth for all those who flooded her with tweets no girl or rather human can handle.

OPEN LETTER BY SHRUTI SETH

“Free societies are societies in which the right of dissent is protected”

A little note to India,

I write this to an entire nation because no one individual can be held responsible for bringing about change in the mindset of a billion odd people. Change can only happen if there is awareness at an individual level.

On the morning of 28th June, I made the grave mistake of expressing my views on an initiative called #selfiewithdaughter which had been blessed by our PM. Most people found it to be a sweet gesture and a means to create awareness about female infanticide. I, sadly, didn’t find the idea very palatable. Keep in mind that I have an eleven-month daughter of my own. But I expect more from the man who’s supposed to usher in a new era of change, not just tenuous surface-level initiatives.

I then made a graver mistake of posting this opinion on Twitter. So not only did I dare to think, I also dared to place my thoughts in the public domain. And then, at the risk of sounding overly-Shakespearean, the floodgates of hell opened. I was subjected to a tsunami of hate tweets. 48 hours of non stop trolling. The tweets were targeted at me, my family, my ‘Muslim’ husband, my 11-month-old daughter and, of course, my non-existent, dwindling, no-good career as an actor.

I had made an unsavoury comment about our Prime Minister by calling him – *gasp* – #selfieobsessed and asking him to choose reform over gimmickry. Was I wrong? Was I too harsh? Apparently, for those who support him and the ruling government, unquestioningly so. I, as a member of the tax-paying electorate of India, did not have the right to comment on his policy. I had dared to challenge his authority. I had abused the highest office of the country (which is the President, by the way).

And so I deserved to be punished. And punished In a manner commensurate with the vitriol that the anonymity & access of Twitter so easily provides. Men and women alike said the most vile things about me, stripping me of all my dignity as someone’s daughter, wife and mother and most importantly a woman. Men who were busy hashtagging their selfies with their daughters one minute called me slanderous names the next. Asked me if I knew who my real father was. Questioned if I had been sexually abused as a child and hence was opposed to the idea of a selfie with my father. And these are the relatively polite ones. Well done, gentlemen. Your daughters must be so proud.

Women, who are meant to empower each other, asked me if I was a prostitute and if I was planning on doing the same with my daughter. Whether I was trying to gain some fame and resurrect my failed career by using the prime minister’s name. I shudder to think of the deep respect your sons will have for the opposite sex.

So here’s the thing. What is the point of taking selfies with your girls when you’re also responsible for creating the most toxic environment for them to grow up in? How will taking a photograph nullify the misogyny and patriarchy that is so deeply entrenched in our society? Why bother to increase the number of girls being born when you choose to treat them with such indignity and disrespect?

All those who trolled me incessantly for forty eight hours, did you for once stop and think that I, too, am someone’s daughter? Did you ever ask yourselves how you’d feel if it were your daughter at the receiving end of all that hate? I’m guessing the answer is a big, resounding “No”. Because, you know, you were too busy pouting for the camera & getting ‘likes’ and ‘RT’s to your #selfiewithdaughter.

As for our esteemed PM, I have this to say to him:

Dear Sir,

If you truly wish to empower women I urge you to condemn this kind of hatred being spread in your name.

Regretfully, I deleted my initial tweet because of the backlash. But I stand by what I said and I’ll reiterate it here: “Selfies don’t bring about change, reform does. So please try and be bigger than a photograph. Come on!”

And as for my initial reservation about the initiative being nothing more than eyewash, I am deeply saddened to see that, in the end, I was proved right.

 

Touché!

 

This Tweet by Shruti’s husband says in all what she might have faced:

 

 

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Honorable Prime minister Mr. Narendra Modi also requested people on social networking sites to show restraint in language and conduct. But this incident surely brings up a thought provoking question that do we actually have democracy in India?

Hats off to you girl for standing on what you believed. I hope more people like you come out and say what they feel. After all we need to ‘be the change we wish to see’..

virat kohli open letter

 

Dear Virat Kohli

Aah well. There we go again. When your bat doesn’t talk, your mouth takes over. Motor Mouth, much like your ‘Dilli-ki-feisty’ stereotyped girlfriend. Ok that was just for reference. I don’t mean to attack your personal life. But I couldn’t resist. You just did not learn anything from the ugly spat with the journalist in Australia, and now you go ahead and create yet another foot-in-the-mouth moment.

“Personally, I was very disappointed. In last five years, the number of matches I’ve helped India win and the consistency with which I’ve played is more than anyone else in the team. I don’t think there’s anybody else in the team who has done better than me.” Whoa!! That’s a lot to digest. You aren’t disappointed. You are miffed and pissed. This rant of yours will haunt you for a long time to come. This rant has, sure, hurt us all and am sure your team mates are hurting too.

Cricket is a team sport, so even if you are the best player amongst the chosen 11, you cannot win a match without the contribution of the other 10.

For each run you score, there is a non-striker saving his wicket to ensure victory. Each bowler and fielder is stretching his sinew to save runs. And you say have won the team games more often? A very juvenile comment. You have undermined Dhoni’s 91 in 2011 WC finals. You have undermined Yuvraj overcoming personal frailties, to win the world cup. You have undermined Dhawan’s stellar batting in Champions trophy. You have undermined Ishant’s spell at Lords. These achievements may be fewer than yours, but they are far more impactful. As they remain etched.

We all, the rational fans (we are a majority), agree that the media was unfair to you for they made veiled attacks on your personal life, your rare failure in a crucial match. Totally uncalled for. But criticizing media is one thing and towering your achievements over other cricketer’s is another. The latter makes you a megalomaniac.

Media is a sham and worries about TRPs alone, a case in point was Arnab’s tirade after the semi-final loss. Where not the Nation, but only Arnab wanted to know. So to take them seriously was your first mistake. To think that media’s sentiments is the same as those of your fan’s, is your second mistake. The sea of humans you see in the stadium, who cheer and whistle for you, run behind the team bus, chase you for autographs, pictures. That my friend is the sentiment of a cricket fan. We supported you no matter what the media said. But that was only till yesterday. You have seriously chaffed your stature in our hearts by saying, you are better than others.

It’s a win for the media, for they again managed to break you and let you rant. Reminds me of what the Joker said in The Dark Knight.

“I took Gotham’s white knight and I brought him down to our level. It wasn’t hard. You see, madness, as you know, is like gravity.”

You were the white knight, you were the chosen one. Until now.

Sachin, in 2006, was booed by his aamchi mumbai crowd for not scoring runs against England. This was a man who had consistently delivered for 17 years, and a rare failure was booed. Media had termed him “Endulkar” and had written his career’s epitaph. His response. Silence and an amazing 2007-08, and beyond, with the bat. When Dhoni’s head was on the line and his captaincy was questioned, did he go about saying that he was the most successful captain of India and didn’t deserve to be treated this way? Dhoni was the hero India deserved, but not the one it needed at that time. And you are scowling over social media memes and jokes about your girlfriend?

The fans supported you all through the on field tiffs with the Aussies. In hindsight, the Australian media and players were right in calling you a brat. You just proved it. Precisely why the likes of Dhoni, Tendulkar, Laxman, Dravid are still revered. For deep down, they knew fans and their team mates mattered to them most.

You may break many more records, become a run machine. But trust me, you will never be able to climb back on the pedestal, the fans had perched you on.

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Dear Mr. M L Sharma

I am a 24 year old girl working in Bangalore. I work in an industry that has very tedious schedules and erratic timelines. I work for at least 10 hours a day and I love my family back home. If I don’t live up to my job and be pretty damn good at it, I will not be able to feed people whose lives are dependent on me. When you were 21, did you have bills to pay? Mouths to feed? Well, I did. And I could only do it because the job, that I have. I say it every day and I say it again today, I love my job.

I have spent 5 days back to back in office wearing the same underwear. I have stayed outside at venue set ups all through the night, be it in a mainstream city, The Rann of Kachchh, or a far off interior village in Rajasthan or even in the gorgeous Dal Lake. The people I have worked with have been my Knights in shining armour. They have comforted me, bought sanitary napkins for me, offered their jackets to me in the extreme cold and also given me the confidence to wear shorts on occasions where it makes my work easy.

 

 

I hope you honestly believe me when I say that I am a bad girl. I live alone away from home. I wear shorts. I occasionally enjoy a sip of beer and love watching late night movies and going on long drives. I remember, as a kid, my dad used to only get evenings to spend time with us. And he used to make us do the most of it. I go out to hang out with my friends, I go on random trips to Goa, I love movies. I support the LGBT community. I occasionally abuse. I wear short dresses and low neck tops. I do all of that. I also go out on dates with people who are not my family.

I am a bad girl. I honestly am.

But you don’t know how attached I am to my family. You don’t know how much I cherish and value my friends. You don’t know how religious I am. You don’t know how I envision my life 10 years from now. You don’t know if I have ever been harassed or abused or hurt. You don’t know how many nights I have cried myself to sleep missing the warmth of my mom or the sternness of my father’s voice. You don’t know that I adore Ganesh Chaturthi, more than Durga Pooja. You don’t know that being a Bengali, I fast for 2 months and keep traditions and rituals alive in little ways. You haven’t met my adopted pet dog. You don’t know that I have paid for both my grandmother’s surgery when I was 23 years old. You have no idea what little things I do to contribute my bit to helping the society.

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You don’t know a thing about me. And yet, you have stereo typed me as a Bad Girl.

Fine. I accept it.

But here’s the actual reason why I am writing this letter to you.

In the documentary , you have said that a girl is like a flower, and all men are supposed to protect that flower. I have to hand this to you, that you couldn’t have been more right. I have always been protected. By my family, by my colleagues, by my friends, by random people who I even go on dates with. I have had such awesome male figures in my life in terms of my bosses, my boyfriend and my best friend that I have actually become a stronger, confident and independent person so as to be able to make life changing decisions for myself and my family. My mother has silently always taught me to stand up on my own and voice my mind out. My father, has taught me to be responsible towards people who matter. I am blessed to have such wonderful protectors who have always put my needs and wants in the front compared to their own convenience and desires.

But that’s not fair, is it , Sir? Jyoti was a bad girl. And she was punished to be taught a lesson, wasn’t she? So she was penalized and raped and killed.

I should be punished too. I should be raped too.

Also, the man with her who tried to protect her was hurt. Why? Wasn’t he protecting the girl? Didn’t you say this is in fact a man’s responsibility? Then why was he hurt? Why did the destroyers killed the protector?

Anyway, I don’t want to talk about all that, because you have garnered enough of hatred for yourself, just by talking your heart out. Maybe , unlike my parents, no one taught you what voicing your opinion, really means. Maybe if you worked in a call centre, you would learn what empathy, what courtesy is and most importantly, what compassion is.

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Nevertheless, I’ll get straight to the point. The idea of this letter was not me wasting your 2 minutes of your really valuable time. I am a bad girl. A very bad girl. The Indian Constitution has given you an authority to be a lawyer, and I hence, I take this offense seriously, the accusation that you put on Jyoti, Me and the rest of 80% of the Indian Female Population.

Have you finalized on a punishment yet? For us, for all of us? Like you justified Jyoti’s rape ? Should I wait for these rapists to do a national tour and rape all of us one by one? Can you imagine, maybe after the All India Rape Punishment Tour, maybe you can make a tomb for these rapists. And frame all the removed intestines and hang it there. Maybe, next time even cut the vaginas from their bodies, so that they never enjoy sex or pleasure or love, as a form of punishment. Maybe you can cut off our breasts and eyes and everything that a man finds beautiful about a girl, which you term as sexually provocative.

Let me know when and where in Bangalore I should wait to bear my punishment. Also, should I wear a burkha during the rape or be in a bikini? It will eliminate the unnecessary undressing times. Is there an age group that deserves the punishment or is it open to all females? Is my 17 year old cousin, who has just entered college and who just had her first kiss also categorized as a bad girl? Please do let me know when to be there, so that she can accept her punishment, too.

There are many things I have seen in life – In reality and through literature and through social media and through films and through documentaries. But I have never ever seen or read or thought about the existence of someone like you. Someone who is worth so much more, who is capable of saving lives and delivering justice. Someone, who is a father, a brother, an uncle, a husband, a son. You amuse me.

Since, you know so much about me now, I want to know something about you?

Do you have a daughter? Does she go to school? Does she tell you “I love you, papa, and everyday?” Do you read stories to her? Do you teach her about Cinderella? Have you made her read the Mahabharata and explained about Kunti or Draupadi? How is your mom? Is she in the kitchen all day, picking up after all the dirt that you have left behind? Have you ever hugged her, or fallen asleep in her lap? Have you ever heard how her day went? Have you ever asked her how hard her labour pain was? Do you have a sister? Do you celebrate bhai dooj and raksha bandhan with her? Do you tease her and protect her? What about your wife? Does she always wear sindoor and mangal sutra? Do you take her out shopping? Do you buy her flowers? Does she still let you make love to her, every night without hating you?

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How do you sleep at night?

Answer these few questions for me.

Then, you can punish me.
Then, you can rape me.
Then you can take my intestines out and play catch with it.

I wait to be raped. I wait to be punished. I wait to be killed. I wait to be answered.

Regards,
Moumita Pal

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