Umbrella Thy name is Liberation!!!

Ask an Indian woman "What is the biggest menace on Indian roads? " and the answer shall not be potholes, street dogs, pollution...no not even urchins or traffic. Bewildered? Well the answer (99 out of 100 times) will be the lecherous/staring/gaping/groping/whistling/air kissing "common man" ......so at the humble age of 22 , when I find a solution to this nuisance., I want to share it with the world.

The panacea is an umbrella. The innocent dainty looking (pointed) umbrella.

On a day like today, with the sun beating down on my non-umbrellaed brethren, I hold it with the grip and the intention that anybody moving in within its radius .. and closer to my body than desired shall see a brandishing which shall remind him of the stuff dueling legends are made of.
For the not-so-daring side-liners (the leching kinds) I just turn the umbrella at a convenient angle such that the only curves that they will lay their eyes on will be those of my sultry (its hot remember) umbrella.
On crowded streets (Brigade Road on Saturdays), it is nicely tucked away under my arm (this is where the pointed helps) such that any expectant soul banging into my body is startled and left wondering as to what possible anatomical part did he brush against.
The fact that its saving my skin from all those uv rays that the ozone cant seem to be bothered with(yes mine does) is purely incidental.Its saving me my dignity and peace of mind which is essentially what female liberation should be about.

So here it is - I think we should quit being the victims and just get ourselves an umbrella!! What say?