When raising my voice was the only crime I committed! (Part 1)

This story is about a 16 year old girl, who is molested in the very first days of her college life, only for raising a voice!*


Heer Khant

“I had recently celebrated my 16th birthday and had begun feeling like an adult. I was overjoyed at the thought of going to college, of not having to wear uniforms and of experiencing what freedom felt like.

Just a week before, college was about to start, I had shopped a lot. I had never shopped so much in one go than I had in that week. New shoes, new clothes, new kits for some make-up, new bags – everything was new. My parents increased my pocket money substantially to make sure I had enough money with me to travel and eat.

Soon, college began. I had got admission at a college, which is one of the most prestigious colleges in the city. On my first day of college, I made a lot of friends. It was paradise-like. There were so many activities to choose from with the college’s annual fest preparations going on in full-swing. I enrolled for three different committees and had planned an amazing year ahead!

Since I had to travel in local trains, I needed to take a pass. Students had the privilege of obtaining concession on the railway pass fees. And since the concession was around 50%, I went to the college office to fill the concession form and get the receipt through which I could buy a pass.

There was a huge queue out there. Only one peon sat at the table manually writing out the receipts and giving it to the students. He had an air of authority around him and the minute I saw him I got extremely negative vibes. After standing in queue for half an hour, most of us were tired. Just then the peon shut shop and got up! Without giving us any explanation at the shutting of the counter or if it was a break he got up and began walking out.

Since everyone was looking at each other questioningly, I took the initiative of asking that man if and when he was going to come back. When I asked him that, he glared at me as if I had committed a grave sin. He told me he doesn’t have to answer the questions of the students and he could what he pleased. The way he said the word ‘students’ it felt like we were inferior to him.

I was taken aback by that kind of reply – I was not accustomed to rudeness. I couldn’t help myself but ask him that why was he being so rude and I and other students simply needed to know if we should stand in the queue or not. That question made him snap at me like a tiger. He walked towards me like he was going to slap me and started arguing in Hindi, swearing in Marathi. The minute he sweared I lost my temper.

I looked at him in the eye and walked straight to the principal’s office. The principal heard me out, made a call into the office and the peon got a firing from his superior. An hour later when I went back and he saw me his attitude had not mellowed down. He told me, ” Complain kiya na. Ab dekho!” (Now see what I do since you have complained).

He knew my name, my division and my address from the concession form he had in his hand. I had not imagined what would happen next – I thought that the argument was over and the maximum thing he would do was cause delay at the work I would have in the college office in the future. But I was wrong…

What happened next was beyond my wildest imagination!

To be continued…

*This is a work of fiction based on true events.

Read the second part here: WHEN I WAS MOLESTED FOR RAISING A VOICE (PART 2)

Heer Khant
Heer Khant

Traveller | Writer | Photographer | Maverick | Social Worker | Lawyer | A freedom-loving woman for whom words are like wings to her soul. She believes in aliens, hates boundaries and lives like the first human on Earth.

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