It wasnt late
but was late to be going around the city on a bike and it was one of those times when antennas sprout out of your skull , you are gripped by paranoia and look at every man on the street as a potential rapist, thief, murderer, molester....it doesnt help you much when you have to ride thru certain pockets of the city with a "reputation".
its strange how we have pockets in the city. the enclaves which serve as a standard for safety and its obvious.
i sound like an uptight bourgeois when i claim that i feel safe in certin pockets. pockets with upscale stores, fashoinable people...
am snobbish when my eyes dart around, my walk quickens, and my fingers tighten around my purse while passing thru these "other pockets"...
i wonder if this is a feminine instinct, never bothered to ask a guy if he had these issues...well gender does change your perspectives, also provides you with a cetain degree of safety i guess...(in my defense i'd like to say that ive never come across lewd remarks, staring or dirty propositions when a guy walks alone...(day or night)
this instinct thing is so confusing...is it an instinct? or is it a result of the programming all these years...?
this post is a result of
the harrowing n slightly unnerving pillion ride with philly last night
(the harrowing n unnerivng could also be largely attributed to phillys stunts on the bike....ur butt hanging off the bike at every curve n speed breakers can be very funny if it wasnt so embarassing....)
the number of drunken men wanting to fight at the least provocation on the streets
( the city is alive in the nights with men crowding around the illegal bars, the idli n parrota kadai's and on the road)
My heightened sense of paranoia-i still cant decide if i was right being scared in specific loactions
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