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That day I was going to a family gathering with my mother,aunt and sisters.They were walking a little ahead of me and I was following them in a crowded road.A man was walking behind me and started touching me inappropriately.There was a very thick crowd so i didn’t give it a much thought but the man,he just wouldn’t quit.I tried to get to my mother and tell her but I couldn’t get through all the people ahead of me.So, I ended up being left behind.That guy followed me from New Road to Ason and he kept touching me all the way.It was the first time something like this was happening to me, so i was left very confused about what to do.At the end I could do nothing but to try to get away from him. And somewhere along the way, fortunately,I lost him. Then I was finally able to catch up with my family,who by then were walking way ahead of me.Since, this was my first experience in street harassment I could not do anything.
Well, it happened when I was in grade 9. It was 3 days before Holi. And me along with my school mates(2 other girls) were randomly talking and walking in our own way after school. Just then a small “fuchhey” teased us saying something like “maiya”(or whatever) and came running towards us with lolas in his hands along with other teenage guys. Me and one of my friend managed to run backwards where as my other friend got so badly hit by the balloon in her face and her back that she started to roll down her tears in the mid way!!!!!!
We really felt so bad for her because she was totally soaked too.. and our shirts used to be white. Her dress went so transparent and we were feeling so so bad for her. Then I took initiative to shout at those wild guys and they came to attack me with the lolas and I got hit by one. But then I along with my friend caressed our soaked fiend and ran towards our homes.
What I wanna say is even the small kids are being so wild as they see their adult brothers doing the same too. So, to all the brothers stop showing your harassing nature in front of your juniors.
I remember on the evening of our farewell programme at Durbarmarg. Me and one of my friend were returning to our home and we were looking for taxi and when we got one my friend ran to taxi because we had already waited for a long time in search of one so she ran fast to talk about the price but as I was coming slowly since my feet were hurting, someone tapped me on my shoulder. At first,I thought it was one of my friend and looked back buh to my surprise there were bunch of boys. I got really and scared so I immediately turned back and started walking really fast then they started teasing me. I ignored them adn they started following me. I reached to my friend, she was also really angry and scared. We got inside the taxi but they were still around it singing and teasing. They were also screming and they even tried to touch us from the window. We did scold them but it didn’t work. They were up high. They showed those behaviour for some time and went screaming and laughing on their own.
The taxi driver was male but he did nothing instead sat there silently watching everything happening.
That evening was really horrifying and traumatizing for my friend and myself. I believe we are not the only victim of these kinds of harrasement. There are many other 100s and 1000s girls who are suffering form these kinds of harrasements in their daily life.
I strongly agree with the concept of hollaback and I am determined to bring some changes in streets and society. I am certain that I can contribute atleast something from my side to stop street harrasement.
When I was going to my friends house. It was raining heavily at that time and I was carrying my umbrella and walking in the street. It was on the turning point of road when somebody suddenly came and said that he wanted a shade and came near to me. Ignoring him I move forward but he came in front of me and tried to touch me. That was the first time i have been harassed and it happened when I was just in class 9.
Well, my story isn’t about street harassment or eve teasing but I’d want to share it anyway as this is bothering me way to much than it is supposed to.
I added this guy on Facebook thinking he was one of my kindergarten classmates, i even asked him if he was from the same school and same grade. He said yes and i believed because it had been 11 years that i had last seen or talked to the guy.
So like any other long lost friend who is suddenly found, i shared a lot of my personal information ( i know that was very stupid of me )like where i lived, where i studied and which grade i was in.
Later he said, he wasn’t the one i was assuming him to be and that the name on his Facebook account is FAKE ! And by that time, we ( I ) were already cherishing childhood memories.
Now that’s when i got furious and politely asked him to never call me back again.
Well, pervs don’t understand politeness, do they ?? After numerous polite requests to not call me again i lost my temper, and then i started shouting and showing the bitch mode of me as well. This provoked him even more, he’d say stuff about finding me and making me regret i insulted him. He has stalked me quite bit and says he has seen me on numerous occasions, i try degrading down to his level and giving him the most abusive scolds which only provokes him even more, i tried getting my trust-able guy friends to call this perv but that too only worked for few days. He also had the guts to pass around my number to his other perv friends -_-
This perv doesn’t call me everyday but then is still eating a lot of my brain. i don’t even know this pervs real name for god sake.
Hey wait, i might have this pervs number.
9841044259 and 9803249947. Now anybody call him and say he is fucking charged for faking identity
Men humming abusive songs , staring at us,verbally assaulting us and making obscene noises or gestures are all forms of street harassment.
I have been a victim, we all have!there have been worse incidents where i was stared and in turn i stared back at the aggressor.While I was waiting for the bus to come, a middle-aged man waiting beside me gave me a demeaning stare and continued to do so.In turn, I stared right through him and smirked at him.He got all flustered and walked away. At times,it works but what we need is ‘change of attitude’. This disrespectful behavior is more of an act to power control for men terrorizing the women. It’s an extension of rape culture. It is time we stand united and use our weapon of self defense and HOLLABACK!
A couple of month ago I was walking with two friends at around 7 in the evening. After experiencing a groping incidence a couple of months earlier I was very aware that this could happen again but felt safe in the group with two other friends. Then suddenly a guy on a motorbike drove in between us so we had to split and jump in different directions. Then the guy groped my friend who was alone on one side. I yelled out loud and tried running after him, but he was too fast and got away. It is so frustrating to have these things happening in our own neighborhoods..
I was walking towards my home. I was listening to music via my earphone and was busy deciding todo list after reach home . When suddenly i saw a man prompting me for the direction. As helpful i am (cutting off modesty here), he showed me his penis and prompted something dirty.
Before this incident, i would have believed that i am a strong girl . I can defend myself in case of any such activities.
After few distance away i did tell a lady about it, when he saw me telling people, he rushed away however showed me his mid finger.
I went back home feeling disgusted by the nasty act.Yes, i wasn’t sexually harassed or even slightly touched, but mentally i was. I suddenly wanted to go back to that time and instead of acting so feeble. I would want to shout at that guy so that he doesn’t dare to do that again.