Of Ramkumars and the MCP Brigade

Ramkumar killed Swati because she spurned his advances and thought he was not worthy of her. As a normal Indian adult woman, I think it is her birth right to choose her partner. Or is it not that obvious anymore or even as simple? 
Even as I write this, several Ramkumars would dream of luring innocent Swatis and move up the social ladder. Ramkumar wanted a girl like Swati to love him and marry him. Didn't he, even for a second, think of his status, a daily wager for a father, is he even in his right mind to think he could be in the league of women like Swati? So, is Tamil Cinema to blame, one might ask. Cinema, especially in Tamilnadu, often portrays a Brahmin girl falling for the Dalit or the poor farmer's son and eloping with him, thereby balancing the equation. Growing up on a steady diet of such puke-inducing cinema, Ramkumar would have also dreamt of bedding a Brahmin woman or even a upper class fair and well educated urban woman. Enter Swati. Any Kayalvizhi or Kanimozhi wont do for our Ramkumar. All he wants is to up his social status. Takes the shortcut, tries hard to emulate the silly Tamil heroes and ends up getting rebuked and ridiculed. FB is not a dating site, our rural hero discovers. Sick!     

Why am I writing about it? 

Recently, actually this week, there was an incident in the office. My team mates (mostly women) and I were discussing a client visit, which has started happening quite often.  

A guy who sits next to us did something  weird. He picked up some used coffee cups and left it on our desk. He is like that, weird and a whacko.

We decided to confront him. Turned out he thought we were quite "interested" in him and that he thought I, had left the cups on his desk so that we could strike up a conversation with him. Sigh! No dearth of psychos in this godforsaken place.    

How then would a woman go about her life without getting affected by such unwanted situations? It is tough, certainly. Off we go, day 1, day 2, day 3...day n.

Each day is a new day. One day at a time, works.

        

           

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