She was not wearing skimpy clothes, not roaming alone, She wasn't out on roads late at night, not coming out from pubs or discos. A girl in Delhi was raped in a public transport, beaten with rods. Her doctor says she has never seen an assaulted victim with such brutality. How long one will keep transferring the blame on clothes, culture and mobile phones, the long list of Dos and Don'ts for girls? And are YOU telling me that I am not safe even when I follow YOUR set of rules? So here I end up again with another set of false instructions on safety. Arghh!! Well, how about going the other way round for a change? How about instructions on controlling the testosterone level this time? Anyone ready to write a set of instructions for men?
Well, she is fighting for her life, ruined, devastated, thrashed. While I am praying for her recovery, I am equally horrified imagining her future life. with intestine removed, a liver transplant, destroyed reproductive organs, psychological repercussions, mental trauma, adding to that lifelong societal tags like poor-girl, bold girl, tough-fighter or similar adjectives. Even if she recovers completely, the inner wounds will never make her live a normal life again. never ever. And why? Because she was born a girl. Beat that. People die in road accidents, with heart attacks, earthquakes or whatever reason, but not because 'oh, you know she had to die because she was a girl'.
A girl is raped and struggling for life, another girl somewhere might have been killed in the womb. Being a girl, I could have met with either of the two fates. Probably, after thanking my parents to bring me to this world, I should be thankful to each one of you males for not raping me. Although that only happened because YOU decided how much should I cover myself, what time I should not be on roads, what I should say, whom I should not say, how much should I laugh, where should I go, pretty obvious if I go against any of these rules, I become your property. I will be at your mercy. Pathetic. It haunts me. How can I say how much I hate this country which is producing such draconian, inhuman males? What went extremely wrong? From where this ritual of burning a girl alive in the name of sati came in this country and how come its just continuing with one form or other? What makes Indian men so weak and frustrated that they want to establish there pseudo power, fake egos on others. How can any male not feel ashamed and humiliated after that?
This is my country, I was born here so now I have to turn a blind eye and love this country, oh yes because I am a law abiding patriotic citizen..oops sorry, You know what, not anymore. From past few days..months..years this country is giving me no good reason to feel proud for.
