The time I cursed

 ना जूती  उतारने का शोंक है , 

 ना गाली गलोच  का  

 क्यूँ मर्द लोग परेशान करते हे हमेँ 

रती भर भी जो मर्दानगी होती इन मे 

रेप सा शब्द आवश्यक ही ना होता

First few months of collage people tried to suggest trying certain specific new things like using profanity, partying at clubs, drinking and cutting hair was more of a conversation most of the time, only to learn, I don't succumb to peer pressure.  It was second quarter of collage when I cursed, not in collage, and during winter break, but it became kind of a story to - don't try and make her curse.

I have nothing against profanity to be honest. I simply, rather strongly, hold the belief words should be used properly and carry weight. Then when you use them, they really mean something. 

Living in LA, I suppose at some point it was bound to happen. I'm keeping it short and most details out. It was 3rd January, 2011. It was silent and empty and I was crossing from under a bridge from a mall to a bus stop. That certain area is all a big parking lot and this car was waiting at a stop sign to turn left very close to the sort of sidewalk. As I was walking past it, the driver opened the door a tried to pull me in, I pulled away and cursed at him. He drove away very fast.  

The only time, my hand flew to my kirpan with full intention of using it. I  was surprised my voice could be so threatening. Although I was asked what did I say, I never actually said those words again, but they were pretty profane. One person guessed it, so it's safe to say eventually everybody knew. No one really asked me to ever curse again though. 

Anyway, that's my worst story which compared to a lot of my friends, sadly almost sounds good. I've literally been cat-called three times in life and only once I didn't yell. We were in Hawthorne, so if you live in LA, you understand why. In a sense I'm pretty lucky 'cause I have friends that go through more than that in a day. I'm usually singing a shabad, doing nitnem or writing a poem, while walking or traveling or basically breathing. Which is my theory to why I have not be bothered so much by this sort of thing. But the fact that anyone has to go through it even as much as me is shameful let alone the actual average numbers. 

This is what made it so incredibly hard to love the world as it is.