A colleague showed me a picture with a lot of hurt on his face and heart today. I took one look at it and my soul took an about turn inside my head. It was a picture of the most recent victim to India’s latest fad lying there in the open ground, a young girl, No the cold dead husk of a young girl with a trail of blood leading to a pool of bood not far from where she was lying. Curious onlookers and cops sourrounded the body while the abused, mutilated and murdered body of this girl coated in her own blood was up for grabs for the new age social media paparazzi who happened along with his cameraphone. I averted my eyes and asked my friend not to share the picture or show it to anyone else.
It was an extreemly disturbing sight to behold which cast a pall of gloom on my entire day. It was not just the dead girl, but the gwakers who thronged the place and the sadistic cloud of curiosity that hung like acidic fog in that picture.
Back home, while browsing through FB, I happened to read a post about the very same insident – sans the picture; thank god, sense prevails in some forums. . What hooked my thoughts to linger over it were the innane comments on Indian culture and how girls should wear cloths that befit our culture and how they should not venture out after dark... there was no end to it. I tried reading the many free advices but gave up after seeking sense in the comments pasted below the simple post that protested the horrendous act.
My pensive bubble shattered when a thought hit me like a speeding truck. How am I different from the hundreds of thousnds who raise their voices and light candles and maybe join a protest or two and then go back home to curl up with a snifter of brandy thinking I have done something to change this order ?
How many of us who cry ourselves hoarse over the recent spate of attack on womanhood have said that I will begin by teaching my son to respect women ? How many have thought to himself / herself that I will show him the way by giving the women around me the respect they deserve. We will teach him that all are equal and rights belong to both sexes ?
Well ? Have we ? Have WE ? There is something seriously wrong in the current scenario because all I see, all that I can see with my eyes cast down in Utter shame while reading the morning news is of more rapes, more children being raped and more rape murders.
All for thirty seconds of an itch. Thirty seconds of pleasure while a life giving - I repeat, LIFE GIVING seminal fluid travels it's way from the loins to find its way out of the body. A warm body of a male which has the same reactions to abuse, hurt and pain as much as the girl getting raped.
A young child's body violated, the mind scarred for the rest of her waking hours, brutality tearing the very innards and sometimes snubbing out the life from her.....
All for a lousy thirty seconds of itch.
Take up the scissors sisters.
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