Sayan Kundu's Community Standards Violation?
What would you seek if you were being molested by someone? Justice or may be Revenge? This brave girl of Kolkata did something way courageous than what we can think off.
What did she do?
She collected all the proof she had on her mobile/cell phone and WhatsApp chat and posted everything on the Social Media platform. Surprisingly you can find every worse stuff on social media, but her post was put down stating “Community Standards Violation.”
But, how can you expect such brave girl to give up! She didn’t have access to any public forum neither she’s a celebrity to catch a million eyes. But still she did her last try to reach masses and warn other people from the molester.
Her Story in Her Words
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It didn’t make sense. One or two hours after we had all gone to bed, I felt Sayan Kundu’s hand under my T-shirt groping me. I repeatedly pushed his hands away. I cried and begged him to stop. I was sleeping to my brother’s right yet I couldn’t even scream. I think it took me a long time to believe that something had actually happened and that it wasn’t a nightmare. He continuously apologised on the 5th, saying that he had a little too much to drink and it was an honest mistake and he had no idea what happened and how it happened. I don’t think I comprehended anything of what was happening. The only thing that I could process was,”Ria galti hogayi.” Jeet mamu can do no wrong ever, can …show more content…
This was one of those things. The youngsters shared a single room in the guest house in Bangalore. The next night the place on the bed beside him was empty. All of the rest were occupied by the time I was done with my toiletries. It was close to 3:00 a.m. and going to any other room wasn’t an option. Everyone was already deep asleep with the doors locked. I asked my brother to change places but in his ignorance, he ignored. I told Sayan Kundu to keep his hands to himself before sleeping. He, of course, didn’t listen. I got up and went to the bathroom. Stayed there as long as possible. Came back. Felt he was sleeping and crouched as far from him as possible. He touched me again. I got up again and went to the little store room that was attached to our room. I smoked one cigarette after another and cried. He came in a few minutes later. We had an altercation, that ended with,”Aur ekbar haath laga ke dekhiye, is bar Glenfiddich ka bottle apke sar par phodenge.” He didn’t touch me the entire night.
I cut my trip short by seven days and came back home an absolute train wreck. Once I started telling my family, it was a different battle altogether. I was accused of lying because I was jealous for not being liked enough. (I have had panic attacks since my childhood that had slowly come under control with age. There was a family get together on the 18th of March and my intoxication led to
What did she do?
She collected all the proof she had on her mobile/cell phone and WhatsApp chat and posted everything on the Social Media platform. Surprisingly you can find every worse stuff on social media, but her post was put down stating “Community Standards Violation.”
But, how can you expect such brave girl to give up! She didn’t have access to any public forum neither she’s a celebrity to catch a million eyes. But still she did her last try to reach masses and warn other people from the molester.
Her Story in Her Words
Sexual abuse is one thing and sexual abuse …show more content…
It didn’t make sense. One or two hours after we had all gone to bed, I felt Sayan Kundu’s hand under my T-shirt groping me. I repeatedly pushed his hands away. I cried and begged him to stop. I was sleeping to my brother’s right yet I couldn’t even scream. I think it took me a long time to believe that something had actually happened and that it wasn’t a nightmare. He continuously apologised on the 5th, saying that he had a little too much to drink and it was an honest mistake and he had no idea what happened and how it happened. I don’t think I comprehended anything of what was happening. The only thing that I could process was,”Ria galti hogayi.” Jeet mamu can do no wrong ever, can …show more content…
This was one of those things. The youngsters shared a single room in the guest house in Bangalore. The next night the place on the bed beside him was empty. All of the rest were occupied by the time I was done with my toiletries. It was close to 3:00 a.m. and going to any other room wasn’t an option. Everyone was already deep asleep with the doors locked. I asked my brother to change places but in his ignorance, he ignored. I told Sayan Kundu to keep his hands to himself before sleeping. He, of course, didn’t listen. I got up and went to the bathroom. Stayed there as long as possible. Came back. Felt he was sleeping and crouched as far from him as possible. He touched me again. I got up again and went to the little store room that was attached to our room. I smoked one cigarette after another and cried. He came in a few minutes later. We had an altercation, that ended with,”Aur ekbar haath laga ke dekhiye, is bar Glenfiddich ka bottle apke sar par phodenge.” He didn’t touch me the entire night.
I cut my trip short by seven days and came back home an absolute train wreck. Once I started telling my family, it was a different battle altogether. I was accused of lying because I was jealous for not being liked enough. (I have had panic attacks since my childhood that had slowly come under control with age. There was a family get together on the 18th of March and my intoxication led to