“I Didn’t Know What Semen-Flinging Was. I Learnt That Today. My Kurti Tells The Tale.”

Posted by Youth Ki Awaaz in Gender-Based Violence
February 27, 2018

By Tolino Chishi:

I went out with a friend for lunch yesterday to a cafe in the Amar Colony market. It was about five in the evening when we decided to head back. I had had a busy day, but it had been a good one, and although tired, I was happy.

That came to an end pretty abruptly though. Not a minute of our short rickshaw ride had passed when there came flying my way, a liquid-filled balloon of sorts, hitting me square in the hip, where it burst open, its contents seeping into my kurti and leggings.

It dried white on my black leggings, and the foreign smell clearly indicated that it wasn’t water. Of course, at that point of time, I didn’t guess what it really was. Not even close to what it really was. You see, nobody had thrown semen at me before yesterday, or any other substance for that matter.

For the past eighteen years of my life, I had had the great privilege of not having semen flung at me, and I hadn’t even realised just what a fine life I had been allowed to live -commuting on roads without having things thrown at me by groups of men! *gasp* Imagine such a luxury!

Only when I returned to my hostel to hear another friend of mine talking about semen-flinging that was currently the Holi fad in the back market area, did I realise what had been thrown at me.

Disgust, nausea, anger and frustration hit me in waves. More severe than anything of the sort I’d felt in quite a long time.

And you know what the best part was? Not a single person in that busy market batted a single eyelid at the sight of men throwing liquid-filled balloons at a girl. Silly me, of course, expecting people to react to ‘normal’ things.

“It’s Holi season.”

“Men are men.”

What an idiot for not being able to comprehend such a simple equation! I cringe in embarrassment at my own stupidity.

Ever since I’ve moved to this city seven months ago, I’ve been bumped against more than once by men who just seem to have invisible forces pushing them onto my back. All ‘accidentally’ of course. Hands have patted me inappropriately. Too many times I’ve crossed the road, blessed with a very colourful variety of nicknames by men in passing vehicles and two-wheelers.

You can read Tolino’s original post here

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