oh!!! wo-(man-ia)
edition 3 may‘2014
I cuss, therefore I am!
I abuse! Yes. I do not demean any man or
woman when I use my profanities. I am very
reserved and find it utterly humiliating to
address the cuss to someone particularly.
Most of my abuses only sound like this..
"She effing came late and expected me to
wait for her! Damn it!"
"Scheisse! I am effed up!"
So where is the cuss here, some might
ask. I used the F word, without using it. I
use the S word without directly
pronouncing it. I use the German word
for it. But it satisfies my urge of letting
out my frustration. Abusing is liberating.
Trust me. And I don't say I want
to preach it, but for people like
me, who require therapy for
controlling my anger and
directing my weaknesses in a
positive way, need outlets and
swearing is one of them. I feel,
sometimes it is better than
9 out of 10 times, I will cuss.
And I have, through all these
years, made it a point to use
words which offend no one.
They are mere means of expressing
something which carries frustration. I
hardly use them as a daily parlance.
I know many who do. I know many
who know the meanings of the
horrible words, and still use it..
hurting someone or using spiteful words.
I solely use them in my sentences as
fillers, and only out of anger. I think it is
totally justified.
When there are no means of expressions,
cussing helps. But need it be gory? No! Not at
all. I started swearing when I was a little kid
and I used words which made no sense to me.
With time, I understood the meaning, and
decided to find an alternate way. Speaking
politely and without malice is something I am
incapable of. I require a lot of push and selfcontrol to practice quietude and composure.
I was always told not to cuss so much, until I
closely observed this friend of mine and her
gang of girls. They are unremorseful in
abusing men too with words which cuss
their sisters and mothers. And to top it,
all this, only for pleasure. None of them
seemed to have any frustration problems
that I did. I would always introspect and
conclude that perhaps I needed therapy
to channelize my frustration on road, or
examination hall, or in local trains, until I
saw the other side.
I eventually felt better about my
standard of profanity. It wasn't ugly
at all. It was just compulsive. I would
My friend explained, how it was
extremely necessary to know
these words, in case you got
yourself into a spat with the
Rickshaw wallas or Taxi drivers in
Mumbai. After moving to Delhi,
she did not face much problem
adjusting to the culture there.
Because, supposedly, even
'chicken' is supposed to taste
'sisterf**kingly' awesome. That's
the exact adjective she used, I
remember.
want to find better ways of taking out
my anger and frustration, but I don't
want to be a saint. I am human and I
shall cuss, without inte