After I scribble this I am going to sign that petition that is going around for increased safety for women in Mysore. I was not going to because I felt it was like interloping since I have never been, don’t really know who Anu is, bla bla bla. But today I found out that the young woman who has been my aunt’s room mate at the hospital for the past month, was attacked by her husband with an ax, hence all the scars on her shaved had. Up until yesterday a assumed it had been a car accident. I don’t think all the yoga in the world could have calmed the fluctuations of the mind if I had known this fact before practice today. Whatever it is that makes a little boy feel humiliated and offended to the point of wanting to hit back for being called a girl, has to stop. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, by age 4 or 5, the boy already knows its bad news to be compared to a female, the girl who gets called a tomboy is not that offended or humiliated. It does not take much to go from there to be the football player in Steubenville, moving on to the frat boys who line up to take turns, or the air force cadets who humiliate their fellow female cadets for that matter- all the way to the Goldman Sachs, and Morgan Stanley traders who cannot seem to be able to celebrate any success without hiring a  group of prostitutes and or strippers. We think we are safe her because we can walk the streets? We are actually a plane ride, an outfit, a cocktail away from being stripped of our humanity.