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It is because #SHE TOO


The recent #MeToo initiative turned into a campaign and a movement against sexual assault against women worldwide. The idea was started as an online impeachment against the Hollywood producer, Harvey Weinstein, which women across the world have joined by sharing own stories and experiences of sexual assaults. There are ordinary women to film stars, sports figures to musicians and well-known personalities to adequately unknown sharing with each other the harsh they had been to.

Now that I know it is not just me but “she too”, “she too” and “she too”, I have a mixed feeling of pleasure and pain. So many issues of sexual assaults against women are brought to light giving us the real shades of the picture of women in a country that boasts of its being culturally nurtured.
We live a society that makes the accused feel ashamed of what she had to suffer on herself because of the sick mentality of someone else. She is made embarrassed of her own character despite the fact that she resisted with all her strength. It is a shame for a woman who suffers from sexual harassment and allows everyone made her feel ashamed if she reports. Though it is a positive take on from here that women have started revealing, accepting and admitting about such a huge issue which was otherwise forced hidden by those who raise questions of proof and witness after every reported issue is taken into the due long process. I don’t buy the reasons of women going westernized in what they put on and how friendly they interact with opposite gender. I always raise my doubt on what Seeta had been wearing when she was kidnapped and what Draupadi was wearing when she was insulted. Of course, saari!! But both Seeta and Draupadi were abused.

The hashtag MeToo movement helps us get the actual magnitude of how many women are in fact victims of sexual assault as many of such issues are left unreported otherwise. It is comforting how women are joining hands virtually at least by sharing their own experiences and comforting others by standing together. Though we miss here the number of those who are not on any social platforms to use the hashtag and add more clarity to the picture. We have infants and little girls who are facing sexual assault at an age they don’t even know how to react to it.
Unfortunately, incidents of bad eyes and bad touch are so common that women of any age any occupation are the victim of it. And being a very common and usual incident these are supposed to be ignored by most women. Gazing, chasing or passing on embarrassing comments are deal with by changing the routs and passing only in groups.

The burning issues of sexual assault against women are going worse every passing hour though we find it worth commenting and condemning only when movements like Nibhaya or #MeToo occur. Overall a big applause to the initiative that has given a voice to all those silent lips that are now adding to the rallying response with hashtag MeToo. All of us know this is not the solution but at least this brings to light a close to the actual figure of the problem. There is enough hope that the vocal would someday arrive at a solution after all analysis of the problem is the first step of arriving at the solution.

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