The day i learnt to say NO

I still remember every line of the chapter I learnt during my primary schooling-the NO Monster. A fairy had to come right from the heavens to bake the perfect cake for the NO monster so he’d stop saying NO. If the story had to be rewritten for the present generation, the scenario would be the other way.

Most of us might have read or heard from different sources advising girls to say NO when they really have to. The recent Bollywood hit Pink revolved entirely around this. Consent being the focal point, the movie revolved around the subject where NO MEANS NO. Yes, it is clear that the offenders will remain offenders and your opinion wouldn’t matter. But, it is always our choices that decides to place us there.

We need to know when to say NO.

This piece is not exclusively for girls because it totally applies for boys as well. Recently, have I heard a guy saying,

She was my friend and she forced it. So I didn’t stop her.

Well, we got to understand that making out could be very fun, but it makes no sense when there is no true commitment involved in this purest form of love that could be.

There are instances that make you regret. All those mistakes you believe to have done, were because you got carried away or just afraid of SAYING NO at the right time resulting in losing your dearest.

Let me narrate you a little incident.

It was a Sunday afternoon and I was invited to my friend’s house for a small party. The moment I got in, I sensed something was going to go wrong. Just after two rounds of shots and a couple of blows, the room was already filled with smoke. It was time the Maid came and all of us vigorously waved through the air to clear the smoky screen around . Meanwhile, I entered into a room with my best friend, yeah a boy. He was all I knew there and we weren’t that high. A few moments of solitude, and he was already kissing me holding my locks tight. Before I could make a decision, to choose If I want this or not, he leapt on me and unbuttoned my shirt. I couldn’t push him neither did I want him pouncing on me either. Instead I prayed for it to stop as I kept giving it to him. The moment was enjoyable but I knew he didn’t want me and all of this was just for the moment. Yet I let him ruin me.

Days have come when lust dominated love. In spite of knowing all of this, we do just the same. It’s just that we are responsible for putting ourselves in a place that destroys us mentally and physically.

At the end, with all pressure from family and relatives, you being a second hand will marry a second hand, hence killing the whole idea of love.