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New Year's Eve

"All girls with tattoos are sluts"
Yes, if a girl gets a tattoo of her lover on her body, she is a slut.
A guy who gets a dragon tattooed on his bicep is a stud.
A girl who gets her mother's name tattooed on her arm is also a slut. 
A guy who gets his mother's name tattooed on his arm is such a devoted "Mammas boy".
A girl who gets a paw made on her wrist with her dog's name in his/her remembrance is obviously a slut too.
"Girls should be at home when it gets dark because they need to be protected."
"It's not that we don't trust you, we don't trust the world."
Yeah, because that's the solution to everything, isn't it? Just lock the girls away. Keep them out of sight. Don't teach them how to fight, just keep them safe.
Educate them,
but don't let them use their education and liberate themselves from these notions.
Make them read the most inspiring books about the world and the revolutions that have been fought for equal rights, but don't let them use these in their everyday lives.
Why?
Because, beta, woh zamana alag tha.
If you write an article about how you feel trapped in this country and this city, you're a rebel.
Suddenly, it's political.
Jao, parliament mein jake lado aise. They need people like you!
Ab hum "they" ban gaye.
"if you keep going out so often at night, one day something will happen. Someone will rape you, or someone will kidnap you."
The earth also might shatter.
There might even be an earthquake.
You might get hit by a car.
An eagle may come and shit on your head.
You may even get stabbed by a crazy psychopath.
You may even get struck by lightening.
A tree might fall on your car.
A dog might come in front of you, what will you do then? Huh?
No no no no...
This is not happening.
"That girl was a brat. She had so many boyfriends in school. Always trying to woo the boys. Really was a brat. Now she's getting dating a Laloo smart guy, who she can dominate. Good for her."
Yes, that's exactly why she decided to marry him.
And you know her so well, don't you? I don't know her her at least I'm not judging her. You know why? Because I don't know her!
But we are not talking about this in public, are we? It's only within these four walls. We are not bitching about her, we're such discussing.
Lol.
But why are you talking like this? What happened to your Bachelor's degree, and your so called fancy and high-society clothes. Your words clash with your virtues and your personality.
Aise shabd aapko shobha nahi dete.
Whether it's within these four walls or there are no walls at all. The thing about the words that are said within these four walls is that the words linger. They bounce around from one corner to the other till there is no space for more words to be spoken.
Words, within walls, are limited.
"Stop being such a...feminist."
And this, is where words end.
So has 2015.
Let's hope we all liberate ourselves from these notions next year. Happy New Year's Eve to all.

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