Friday, September 30, 2005
I'm not THAT scared of snakes. I'm not THAT scared of darkness. I'm not THAT scared of heights.
I'm THAT scared of eunuchs!
One day, I was walking home from school. A eunuch who was walking towards me (seemingly innocently) suddenly swung out his hand. Clunk went the rap on my testicles! I felt like a sparrow on a high-voltage transformer!! Didn't know how to react; ran away.
Next day. Same time. Same road. Same eunuch. I furiously tried to cross the road before he got to me, and in the last second, I threw myself across the road in panic, narrowly lunging out of his hand reaching towards my groin!! (That eunuch looked more male than female hence the male references above)
Since that day, I have been "excrementally" scared of eunuchs! Experiences that my friends recounted about eunuchs barging into long distance trains and pestering people for money, articles that I read in magazines about how eunuchs trap young boys and castrate them; these have turned me into a blob of quivering jelly at the very sight of them!
I'm blogging about this today because I read an article on the third sex, written by my friend Smita Sahay, some years ago. Read Article. She says they have been so shunned and discriminated against that they have no way of expressing their emotional or physical needs.
I confess that somehow, I am unable to view them with sympathy; they still FREAK the filaments out of me! And their behaviour in public places certainly doesn't help make matters better. Brrrrrrrrrr...