1. I walk down the street, with certain curiosity, daydreaming about going to Mars, trying to remember what the professor had said in the Astrophysics workshop about wormholes, when suddenly I hear an audacious tune of whistle. I wake up from the world of underrated desires, only to see the Ruthless grinning at me in a blinding way, their eyes reflecting sinful lust and making my whole body shiver with unquenchable disgust.

2. I sit in my car, drowning in the world of "Norwegian Wood," giving myself guilty pleasure while on the way to my school. A woman on a motorbike passes me by, making me aw with envied pleasure, inspiring me to break the stereotypical barriers of a biased society. Suddenly my violated eyes notice the Ruthless from everywhere eyeing the woman with a coveting mind. Ruthless from the bus, Ruthless from the streets, Ruthless from the cars, Ruthless everywhere. My ears catch tinnitus and all my inspirations murmur sad songs in my ear.

3. I am at my Computer Science class, arguing with a girlfriend about polymorphism and whether or not one should learn web development, thus reaching on a heated moment of logic gates designing when my teacher announces that males are certainly much more passionate towards coding than us females and thus paralyzes my inner conflicts of joining Silicon Valley.

The scenarios stated above are all real life happenings, things that happened with me, torturing my teenage rebellious mind on whether to pursue my unorthodox dreams and stand against every last thing on this earth or just keep mum about each things, each occurences that I face from my surroundings, each sexist comment that I hear from my surroundings.

The whole world is on the verge of a feminist movement, a gender discrimination movement, ensuring the rights of the oppressed females and hitting the bow towards equal rights. While people are embracing this enthralling experience with open arms and women are getting motivated to stand for themselves, the premise of the equal right movement is not yet settled in third world countries in the South Asia region. The notorious people, regardless of what gender quota they may belong to, are still ignorant and indifferent as they ever could be towards ensuring female rights. The creatures are projected in my mind as the Ruthless, creating an enigmatic fear in my mind about their atrocities, shoving me onto a wall of obstacles, preventing me from participating with all my might. The fear of the Ruthless keeps lurking around in a subconscious level of my mind, urging me to give in to the nonsensical customs of the society, resulting in the embellishment of my very ownself, moving away from who I really am.

Some days ago, while navigating the MIT blogs, I came across a blog post titled, "Sometimes I am invisible" by MIT blogger Yuliya K. '19. I have never been so much inspired by any other blogs or articles written on gender discrimination or sexism. In my eyes, Yuliya redefines the art of jotting down one's life occurences and combining them with an issue which is even more tragic and impudent within itself. She may not understand the impact of her blog post on my imprisoned mind, but I rejoice it.

All the lessons that I learned from those ridiculed yet unfortunate events is that formal protesting with rallies and media supports behind cannot be the only way to eradicate sexism form every possible core of the earth. The modern media highlights only the stories from the west, stories from the developed nations, upon reading which the universal inhabitants presume the improvement of the gender discrimination situation and feel as if nothing wrong can come in their way, that they can finally and indefinitely lead a life with much dignity in a better world. But the truth, with a touch of irony, is way far than that. The developing and the third world countries have yet to overcome this universally addressed issue, but that possibility seems far away. As an inhabitant of a certain country in the South Asia, I can ensure that only education and talking about broaden one's outlook can never address and thereby eradicate the emerging issue. However, what CAN turn this sheer amount of futility into a possible vibe that will be able to resonate with everyone, I do not know. All I know is, the Ruthless need to be stopped, they need to be prevented, from posing their destructive power, from their omnipresent state of being a threat, from creating terror, from shamelessly and sinfully lusting over our aspirations, our lives. Above all, people shouldn't be taught to be a feminist, they just should be taught on being a normal human. As the great Maisie Williams quotes, "I feel like we should stop calling feminists 'feminists' and just start calling people who aren't feminist 'sexist'. You are either a normal person or a sexist."

Maybe I will try to turn away from my bizarre state and learn to fight my demons, maybe I will not succumb to despair and terror the Ruthless. Maybe, only maybe, spoken with so uncertainty, just like life is.