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A story of rape amidst consensual sex...

I have written in the past on rape cases and how they are lowering the mentality of Indians as well as global citizens.
However, I am once again broaching up this topic for a fresh news report has arrived in, of a pilot raping an air hostess who was living with him for past some time now.

Now the lady says that the guy had promised to marry her, hence she moved in with him, hence the sex was probably now a rape. This case amuses me to the core. A 22 year old woman, says that for 2 years this man was promising her marriage, and that she believed him and that probably (since rape charges have been filed) had sex with him, now says all that was a rape?
How is that possible? The fact that amuses me the most is the open mockery of women empowerment in India. Liberal working Indian women, do not hesitate to slap rape charges on any guy who refuses to marry them.

If the girl would have been a poor one, probably disadvantaged by illiteracy or poverty, I would have supported the woman's cause. Yes, this is India, and their have been cases that undue advantage of females have been reported. But we are not talking about a rural woman, bound by compulsions or disadvantages. We have here, an independent girl, both financially and socially.
Any guy can rape a woman, sure, but cannot force a modern independent girl (who according to my estimates must be earning a decent salary ) to stay with him, in his bedroom for a year or more. The whole idea seems hilarious. Especially when you add the point that he shall marry you. For 2 years he did not marry you as he had proposed, then move out. Get some life, start over.

Now the most hilarious aspect of the story. The guy did 2 things
1) He clearly wanted her out of his house.
2) He threatened to kill her later. Or throw acid on her, if she left the house.

Now, if I would have managed to throw the girl out of my house, why should I threaten her for life? And if I did not want the girl in the house, then how can I be the rapist?
Anyway, that would have been me. Perhaps the guy's theory would have been the same.

To me, this case is a perfect presentation of modern Indian women empowerment thing. Perhaps the guy got a change of mind or heart. The love he once had, probably diminished. Or maybe he was just one of the many scoundrels looking for sex (and got some) in which case, the girl should be classified as a fool.

So India goes about shouting against the accused. His photos splashed over all the media. No effort was spared to malign him. And modern Indian women empowerment shall win. For what these ladies cannot get, they slap absurd charges on men.

As for me, I will congratulate the brave man. Who did not marry the girl, and made her life hell afterward, as he was not ready. He did not buckle under the marriage pressure and took his time to take a good decision. I think, we should all learn something from him. If unsure, take your time. Even if you want to get married and have some doubts, linger on, till all are clear.
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