And then, she dies. End of story. No amount of black dots and candle light marches, or protests and boycotts is going to change the fact, that she dies, alone, hurt and in pain, in a strange hospital bed, away from home. And the ones who did that to her, will live, scot free. Sonia Gandhi says, there shall be justice. When? Decades later, when the ones who did this heinous crime are old and have lived their life already? When they are tired of working and would be happy to have help in terms of food and residence (and free security, that's the highlight of it!) (Read: Jail). Decades of course, since the victim wasn't a Priyanka Gandhi!
We live in a country that's a Democracy ruled by an Empress Regnant, where bureaucracy has a vice-like hold on every phase of life. Where, the lawful heads of the country are just for namesake. Where the political game-playing makes it the deadliest sport.
Yes, I'm proud to be an Indian, but am I proud to live in India? NO!! I don't feel safe here.
Every step I take away from home, takes me closer to the dangers lurking in the dark. Every time the rickshawalla looks at me, I wonder what he's thinking about. Every time I walk alone from work, I wonder if somebody is following me. Every time I see a boy with a bottle, I wonder if there's going to be an acid attack. Every time I take a bus, I wonder if the driver/conductor is the same criminal with a different face. Every time I step out of the house, I wonder if I'll be back home, safe..
It's not the clothes we girls wear, but the morals or the lack of it, amongst the men. We live in an oppressive society. It's the thinking that's been drilled into them and us, that women are beneath them. Our life is not as valuable as theirs. As mothers, daughters, sisters and wives; we're always beneath the fathers, sons, brothers and husbands.
If only, the mothers of these murderers had taught them the right things. If only, the wives hadn't accepted their murderer-husbands' torture as a fate dealt to them by life. Or just maybe, they didn't have any mothers, daughters, sisters and wives, a family, because, a man with a family would surely have a heart. And no man with a heart could do something so terrible.
She died. She wasn't supposed to, not yet.
She died. A death that wasn't meant for her.
She died. And there' nothing we can do to change that.
Putting the rapists/murderers in jail or hanging them to death will not stop another one of us from dying a similar death. But it'll be a start. A start to end this horrible disease that's taken hold of our society.
CHANGE!! It's what we need, to survive, in this brutal world.
We live in a country that's a Democracy ruled by an Empress Regnant, where bureaucracy has a vice-like hold on every phase of life. Where, the lawful heads of the country are just for namesake. Where the political game-playing makes it the deadliest sport.
Yes, I'm proud to be an Indian, but am I proud to live in India? NO!! I don't feel safe here.
Every step I take away from home, takes me closer to the dangers lurking in the dark. Every time the rickshawalla looks at me, I wonder what he's thinking about. Every time I walk alone from work, I wonder if somebody is following me. Every time I see a boy with a bottle, I wonder if there's going to be an acid attack. Every time I take a bus, I wonder if the driver/conductor is the same criminal with a different face. Every time I step out of the house, I wonder if I'll be back home, safe..
It's not the clothes we girls wear, but the morals or the lack of it, amongst the men. We live in an oppressive society. It's the thinking that's been drilled into them and us, that women are beneath them. Our life is not as valuable as theirs. As mothers, daughters, sisters and wives; we're always beneath the fathers, sons, brothers and husbands.
If only, the mothers of these murderers had taught them the right things. If only, the wives hadn't accepted their murderer-husbands' torture as a fate dealt to them by life. Or just maybe, they didn't have any mothers, daughters, sisters and wives, a family, because, a man with a family would surely have a heart. And no man with a heart could do something so terrible.
She died. She wasn't supposed to, not yet.
She died. A death that wasn't meant for her.
She died. And there' nothing we can do to change that.
Putting the rapists/murderers in jail or hanging them to death will not stop another one of us from dying a similar death. But it'll be a start. A start to end this horrible disease that's taken hold of our society.
CHANGE!! It's what we need, to survive, in this brutal world.
You kinda summed up what every Indian is probay thinking now!
ReplyDeleteI hope so! Only then something productive will come out of it!
DeleteYES......u said it very correct.....CHANGE!...THATS ALL IS NEEDED !
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