Growing Up As An Object of Lust in India

Growing Up As An Object of Lust in India 1

To all the lovely women out there, have you ever wondered who decided that rosy lips, waxed arms and legs, kajal coated eyes, and manicured nails are what is required for a woman to be termed well-groomed and good looking? They say beauty lies in the beholder’s eye but what made it a general trend to call these women who wear cosmetics, dress up in tight clothes, have a light complexion, and look anorexically thin, beautiful? What made fat or dark women ugly but fair and thin women good looking? Being thin is a way of eating, a way of life, a result of genetics. Why is it related to beauty?


When you lookup for the meaning of the word ‘black’ in the dictionary it says dark, evil, bad, hidden, absence of everything, etc. When the mere color black is viewed as evil and looked at with so much hatred, what would make the society have an opinion any better regarding people who have a dark skin color? Today it is mandatory for a woman to groom herself up with the so-called beauty-enhancing cosmetics to make her look bright, attractive, and persuasive, or even seductive. I have seen a number of people prefer golden, silver, or other shiny colored items over others when they go to a store. Are we an object to shine so that we can attract people? Society has infused this into us over an extremely long period of time, little by little and right now it is camouflaged so well, that we don’t even realize the use of simple routine activities that we enjoy doing, against us. Society has hence grown us up as objects, objects of lust.

God created baby boys and girls the same way. This baby grows up to behave like a man or a woman only in the way society teaches it to. Even when the baby is just a year old, a baby girl who trips down while playing is pampered while a baby boy who trips down is picked up, patted on the back, and asked to get back to play. Girls are dressed in pink and given dolls to play with while boys are dressed in red or black and given cars to play with. We are grown up as subtle, soft, silent, and hence passive and submissive beings right from when we were kids. If once in a blue moon, a girl stands up against this, and questions society she is termed as a rebel and asked to behave lady-like. The definition of ladylike should be decided by women who go through womanhood, not by society. A woman is adorned with jewels in gold, platinum, and all those precious metals and stones, while the right over these jewels belongs to the men. This makes us showpieces to display somebody’s wealth and possession, right?


One day I was late on my way home back from college, it was around eight ‘o’clock in the night. When I called up my mum to tell her this, she asked me to be cautious, she said it wasn’t safe for girls to come back home at that hour. When I got down at the bus stop nearest to my house, I realized she was right. There were only a couple of women, accompanied by male companions. In a country like India, where such a huge population of women works late at night, at least till 7 or 8 in the night, there weren’t many women on the roads. If there is only one woman on the road unaccompanied by any men, she’s definitely not going to be comfortable with it. But what if we make a revolution? What if there were 100 women on the road at 9 in the night? I’m sure so many women return back home at that hour in every locality. It would be much safer right?

This is for all the protective parents out there, don’t ask your daughters to be careful, ask your sons to behave themselves. Dear women, we are not objects, items, figures, assets, or liabilities. We are humans born on earth, and growing up in society, working hard to find the purpose of life, striving to bring about a change in the world. We have interests, likes, dislikes, emotions, hopes, and fears just like any other living thing. This freedom of choice, this freedom of deciding the way we want to live should be taken, grabbed forcefully, acquired, and should not be taken for granted. Hey, society, we are not prisoners or slaves for you to broad-mindedly grant us freedom, we can take it ourselves.

About the author


I am Sruthi, a Bio-medical Engineering student at SSN College of Engineering at Chennai. Passionate about reading, writing, craft, and doodling. Great foodie, constantly in search of restaurants. Any comments, mail me at


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