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The Woke Feminist: AIB

So Tanmay Bhatt and Gursimran Khamba stepped away from AIB amidst the sexual harassment controversy involving their (ex?) coworker Utsav Chakraborty. Here is the official statement released by AIB –



However, for many, this is too little, too late.

AIB, who took great pride in supporting the female empowerment movement, continued working with a guy that they knew harassed a woman and did nothing about it.

AIB, who gave us gems like this –

AIB - The Bollywood Diva Song


This –



This –

AIB-Sexist Bollywood Songs


And ironically, this too –

AIB-Online Harassment


See, the thing is, you have to practice what you (so strongly) preach. I wholeheartedly agree with the issues that they raise through these videos. But not doing anything about actual harassment when you are in a capacity to do something about it is hypocritical.

And even though this is a bold move, it still doesn’t change the fact that they stepped down years after the incident took place. This is not taking responsibility and doing what is morally right (because they could have done this earlier); this is giving into pressure now that your reputation is on line.

And no, this is not a case of innocent until proven guilty (which I totally support). Utsav (partially) agrees to what he is accused of and Tanmay accepted knowing and not doing anything about it.


Funnily enough, most of the female comedians and actresses who are pretty vocal about female empowerment and jump on to blame anyone who is even ‘accused’ of harassment haven’t said anything about this case. Kinda makes you wonder if feminism is important as long as it is profitable.

I don’t want to discredit AIB for everything that they’ve done over the years. They have given us some good comedy videos and raised many other important issues through humor. But how do you trust someone who strongly preaches one thing yet backs out when the situation actually demands it? How do you trust these woke feminists when they knowingly keep working with someone who sends unsolicited dick pics to a minor?


Sorry AIB, you lost my respect. And because of your actions (or rather inactions), even the good causes that you stood for will come crumbling down.


You need to do better AIB; ‘I messed up’ isn’t gonna cut it.


8 men raped a pregnant goat in Haryana – 5 reasons why it’s the goat’s fault

For those who don’t know what I am talking about, here’s the latest news: 8 men raped a pregnant goat in Haryana. Yes, this is news. Yes, it really happened. For those of you who don’t believe this, here, let me help you: 8.MEN.RAPED.A.PREGNANT.GOAT.

Now, because we’re in the greatest country in the world and because of how we and authorities usually react to news of rapes, I decided to write this article, blaming the victim (the usual, nothing new), so that they don’t have to do it. So, here are 5 reasons there is nothing wrong with 8 men raping a pregnant goat:

1. She was dressed provocatively



Just look at this. Is this our culture? Would any decent go out of the barn wearing such skimpy clothes? Dressed like that, isn’t she inviting rapes herself? She should be ashamed. I am not saying that what the rapists did wasn’t wrong, but taali ek haath se nahi bajti.


2. She was out late at night

goat at night


Only the morally loose goats stay out late at night (because rapes don’t happen during the day, it’s common knowledge). What was she doing out so late? Doesn’t she know it’s not safe for goats to be out so late? She brought this upon herself.


3. She was drinking and partying with the boys



Yes, which self-respecting goat drinks and parties with boys. Is this what our culture tells us? Partying with boys (male goats?), drinking, smoking….no wonder she got raped. This is what happens to goats who don’t know their limits.


4. She had some chowmein?



Yes, chowmein and other junk food is the leading cause of rapes of goats in our country. Chowmein leads to hormonal imbalance which evokes an urge to indulge in such acts. This statement is 100% true and accurate because it’s made by a khap panchayat leader from the same state.


5. Ladkon se galti ho jati hai



Don’t you know? Goats first befriend boys, but when differences arise between them, they level rape charges. Boys commit mistakes, will you hang them for it? Ladke ladke hain, ab phaasi de doge? How hard is it to understand that some ‘matbheds’ led them to rape a pregnant goat? You are an ignorant moron if you can’t understand that.

Well, I know what to do. Why not bring religion into this? Or politics? Maybe the goat was asking for it? Maybe she was giving signals, you don’t know if she wasn’t. This is all because of the westernization that is ruining our culture. Bloody westerners, with their movies and loose morals, making our innocent boys and goats corrupt.


Oh, just FYI the goat died.


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Hi, I Am A Woman In India And This is My Story.

Hi, I am a woman in India, and this is my story.

Growing up, I was raised to be more conscious of myself and my actions. When I was little, I always used to wonder why didn’t my brother get the same lecture from mom as I do.

It didn’t take long for me to understand why.

I remember it, albeit faintly. People started looking at me differently. I was maybe 7 or 8, but somehow, I was the focus of men much older than me.

It was around this time mom had a talk with me about modesty. I barely understood it, but the stares were getting longer and more frightening, and I just wanted them to stop. So, I accepted whatever she said as ‘rules to live by’.

But then, everything changed. I hit puberty.

The rules got stricter for me. I wasn’t allowed to enter certain parts of the house during my period. I had to put up a smiling face even when I was having cramps, just so that everything ‘appears’ regular.

However, the stares got longer and more frequent. But funnily enough, those became the least of my worries. Suddenly, I was being called out on the streets, whistled at. I felt like I was an object, something to be consumed. The world got scarier.

But it didn’t stop there.

I remember the first time I was groped quite clearly. It was at a family event, in my own home, by an ‘uncle’. The smile that he gave me after groping me was something I will never forget.

How stupid was I that I didn’t tell anyone about it. I didn’t know any better. I was just a 12-year old girl who was molested by a man four times her age.

But after that incident, I understood why I needed to be cautious. I didn’t want to feel like that ever again. But I understood one thing – it’s not going to get any easier.

Going out became especially difficult.

The constant thoughts of ‘am I wearing something too revealing?’ and ‘maybe I should’ve worn something else’ became a regular thing while going out.

I had to somehow adjust to all those hungry stares and the occasional catcalls. I couldn’t fight everyone.

That’s not to say I didn’t. I fought more times than I can count. But those ‘accidental’ brushes in a crowded bus, those suggestive expressions, those gropings, were too many for me to take on.

But still, I tried.

Then, I moved to another city. I was ‘independent’ for the first time in my life. That meant I was now solely responsible for my safety. Whatever happens, I have to deal with it alone.

A world where almost everyone is stronger than you and can overpower you at their will is a scary one.

Rapes in India

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Today, the world is still scary. But I’ve gotten used to it.

Yes, those crowded train rides where anyone can put their hand anywhere are a nightmare, but they are still better than those uncertain empty streets.

Going out at night is still a gamble. You don’t know how it will end. And you always need a man to accompany you. It’s funny when I am accompanied by a man, most, if not all, of the stares and catcalls stop.

I wonder why women here need this territorial cover from the opposite gender. I wonder why they are belittled to the extent of actually feeling like the weaker sex.

But at least it’s safer. Even if it makes you feel weak.

Other than all of this, it’s nothing new.

The stares do not stop. The gropings do not stop. Men ‘accidentally’ touching you doesn’t stop. Needing a man you trust to go out with you at night doesn’t stop. Getting scared of getting into empty cabs doesn’t stop. The constant need to look over my shoulder doesn’t stop. Feeling helpless doesn’t stop. Feeling powerless doesn’t stop.

Being a woman in India doesn’t stop.  

But why am I telling you this?

Because I want you to know that I belong to the lucky few.

I am lucky because I was born and raised with a family that cared for me. Many don’t make it.




Source: downtoearth.org.in

I am lucky that my parents decided to educate me. Many get married off before hitting their teens.



Source: thebetterindia.com

I am lucky that no one threw acid on my face because I rejected his advances.



Source: usatoday.com

I am lucky that I wasn’t sold into prostitution.



Source: theguardian.com

I am lucky that I wasn’t raped and then blamed for being characterless.



Source: independent.co.uk

But many women in India aren’t that lucky.

Many face hell on a daily basis.

Quite a few of them must be going through it as you’re reading this.

And it doesn’t matter if you’re 8-month old or a 100-year old, if you are a woman in India, you’re never 100% safe.



Sadly ‘women empowerment’ in India is short-lived. It does not last longer than a TV ad, a movie celebrating some twisted definition of feminism or a candle march. Once the trend dies, things go back to how they were.

Maybe you’re guilty of that too. Maybe you’re reading this article only because it popped up in your timeline. Maybe it’s women’s day and you just want to be a part of the trend.

How hilariously bad things must be for women when all the brands, Facebook pages,  corporates,  politicians – the whole country – pretend to care about your issues for just one day.

The truth is that for a woman in India, the world is a very scary place. Regardless of the type of clothes she wears, the city where she lives, the time she goes out and especially, how old she is.

We need to change.

India needs to change.

Because other women in our country aren’t as lucky as me.