Posts Tagged ‘Rape’

Tonight when I am writing this, I am in a state which I haven’t ever been. Weak by the shoulders that can’t keep my back straight, weak by the muscles that can’t even move my legs to walk fast and weak by the throat that can’t even be audible when I am talking.

I guess, I have lived an ignorant life. Ignorance for what happens around. May be, such situations or reality never touched me, may be because I was such a protected kid surrounded by people who I believe won’t even pronounce those words comfortably. But then, whom to trust? Sweet talkers are turning into devils and exploiting these days. In this world where even fathers have faltered in their dignity, respect and manhood, can I trust anyone around?

I don’t know how but somewhere my conversation with a friend reached to the situation of women in our country. Although I had read in newspapers, seen on TV and was aware of what is happening, the reason for such a mental shock and a physical rigidity on listening to it tonight only makes me realize how insensitive I was. Feeling sad, angry, join in protest wasn’t enough or doesn’t match to what goes around us and even though these incidents aren’t new, a personal account has shattered my state of mind at present.

I was at loss of words, had only Delhi Incident to be mentioned as the most horrendous one, besides Austria’s Joseph Fritzl, who locked her wife and daughters in a dungeon to rape all of them for 17 years or the couple who stayed lanes away in who in pretext of achieving wealth, allowed Tantrik to rape his daughters and exploit them apart from he doing it himself. May be there are countless more which I read, got agitated and eventually forgot over time. There are many of such which aren’t even reported. The Delhi girl died, but some are living such pains and atrocities everyday. Today in those 2 hours of conversation, she upright told me about what happened to her friends, what happens to her, what happens to unprivileged people around her and no one can do anything.

These things aren’t small, it rises from small things like a group of men or couple of them stalking you, following you, trying to bring their bikes near you, laughing or singing behind you to people who would stare in such a way making you feel disgusted about yourself to the ones who daringly comment or vomit filthy words only to insult or dishonor the victim. It doesn’t happen only to women, I agree. It happens to men too, although in relatively less occurrences. If these are tolerable and one may even walk up in the world saying that this world is hopeless and we can’t stop living for it, there shall come more such people who would force themselves and the other ones, that I cannot even think what all could they do.

The unfortunate ones who face this in their tender age have impressions on their lives. Those impressions only make them behave abnormally. What happens then? His/Her classmates will tease him/her for being different? His parents instead of understanding the plight shall keep scolding that child? Nowadays, tuition teachers have even started refusing weaker students. Even if a victim wants to recover and lead a normal life, that person won’t be able to because the children of our society aren’t sensitized or educated enough on this issue, because the relatives aren’t beaten to hell for their acts, because the offenders aren’t punished appropriately that they have fear, because no one cares to take an authority to fight against the warden or caretaker who abuses girls in a hostel or orphanage, because no one cares to investigate on take a bath in the swamp of our slums, because our Police never pays heed to such complains effectively, because no one of us have ever been educated or matured enough.

I don’t know what is going wrong and where it is going wrong. If our country is religious and follows all days properly like not eating non vegetarian on Tuesday or pray namaaz 5 times a day or observe fast on specific days, why none of the saints/priests/monks ever propagate respect, honor? Why do they propagate curfew for women instead? Now from where are these people like Asaram coming? Godmen for over decades and what they have been doing? Where is our conscience?

It has been difficult to type, I should have slept, my heart forced me to write it. While writing, I realize, how helpless I feel. I don’t know if I conveyed what I wanted to, I don’t even know if I had something to convey. There is only one chorus in my mind, “I don’t want to live in this world anymore – forget those tests, forget those realities, but I want to go somewhere, but not such place”. At the age of 21, I get this question, how will I protect my kid if the world is such now? It’s not right, we all are collectively going wrong somewhere. Does each one of us taking a personal oath of raising your son in such a way that he will respect, honor and protect every women around him work? I don’t know what will work, but I want something to. For I don’t know I will ever be comfortable or feel safe or feel relaxed unless my mother, sister, girlfriend, friend, wife or daughter or son be home henceforth.



It has been days since I haven’t sat online, forget blogging. When that incident happened of 5 year old girl being tortured so much, I was filled with rage, but I swallowed. Today, I was just browsing through some film trailers when I reached this video, and I thought of sharing it here, so that I can send it across more people. Its a must watch.  A nice speech given by this young engineer.

Source: Youtube






“I was too young to notice,

that the man who gave me a chocolate, was not Santa Clause”


Dear God,

You must be already knowing who I am, and so, may be, I don’t need any introduction. I thought of visiting you, but I never got a chance to move out of my dorm, and the only time I did go out, my masters never left my hand that I could go anywhere else.

I don’t have more time now, I am weak, I am going to die soon. Two weeks back, when I was very weak, and kept having diarrhea, some man in a white coat had come to examine me, he took my blood and left. I clearly remember the time, 3:09pm, when he left, because after that time, I have not got a single morsel of food. However, they gave me water, but that too, was dirty. As if, it was an obligation for them. My master had said, “Saale ko AIDS hai, marne do, ab kuch kaam ka nahi”, when the guard pleaded him to provide me food. He had seen me crying, struggling, licking my sweaty arms to quench my thirst after the jar of dirty water was done.

I am writing to you, precisely because I want to request you to not make me human the next time you plan to send me back to earth. It is very painful to be one. It was painful when they sent me to some dirty people who inserted something back, which pained a lot. It bleed, it had bruises which were though tended nicely by my Master, but before it could heal, some other Man would again practice same on me. I had stitches also, it gave me more pain when I went to excrete my wastes. I asked him to get me something to reduce this pain, but he would apply a cream which burnt and gave double the pain than relief and eventually, I decided to mitigate suffering by not complaining.

As the years went, and I turned an adolescent from a child, more dirty tricks were played on me. They used to ask me to dress on wierd clothes which they provided me, and asked me to dance, by touching their bodies. They used to burn my skin by their cigarette tips and used to laugh when I cried. Some people were more dangerous. They used to hit me, or insert foreign objects in my body and laugh. I used to cry to my Master to not send me to such people, but he always told me, “You are been bought by me, and so, you need to do all this. If you won’t, I won’t earn and you will die hungry”. I was too scared or dumb to realize that hunger was a better death than this. 

I once asked my Master, “where are those people who used to take me to Garden, feed me candies, and send me school? Where are Aai-baba?” and he simply replied, that they only sent me here. I started hating my parents too, until yesterday, when my the guard, of my dorm, told me that a man who worked in my father’s shop, had tried to rape my mother, for which, my father removed him from work, and filed a case. That man pleaded him that he has served him for 15 years and he should be spared, but my dad did not listen and he was imprisoned for 6 years. I was 2 by then and did not remember all this. He told me, that he had offered me a chocolate when I was just out of my school (I clearly remember this incident, it still remains fresh in my memory. How he, offered me chocolate, and next when I woke up, I was on his shoulders wrapped by a thick black shawl. I was too terrified to shout, and didn’t realise who was carrying me. I was then given to some man in white attire and long beard, who had two servants who injected me again. I clearly remember those 15 minutes I spent on someone’s shoulder, for then, my life has been total darkness) and then he told me, how I was sold to Master, and that I am here like many other children, who are kept in separate dorms and are not allowed to meet.

I miss my parents. I don’t know how they must be feeling. Today, I turn 17 years old, as my Guard had wished me in the morning. I don’t even know what is the date. But I am sure, I won’t see tomorrow. And that is the very reason, I asked Guard to give me a pen and a paper, for I wanted to request you to not make a human againI hope letter reaches you, and that Master doesn’t tear it, like he has done to everything that I have written before.

Yours unloved and unnamed.


“Child abuse and flesh trade of children is still prevalent in our country. The entire lives of poor souls who are meant to play goes in suffering, Together we shall fight this evil and award the most harsh punishment to the one involved in this”

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Here again, the nation erupts in a fit of rage to oppose something so inhuman that it causes a gulp in throat and a hole in stomach even by hearing a percent of details of what happened in Delhi, Yes, I am talking about the Gang Rape. Today, right outside my classes, I was asked a question by one of my friend, “Why is this thing hyped so much? Aren’t there many other worse cases of rape to be tended to? Why only this?”. When I came home, my sister tells me about a tweet where an article was published about a women who has been in coma for past 39 years after she was Gang-Raped. I also have a friend who wrote an article yesterday, “Meet the black dot people”, which I personally loved a lot. Everywhere, there is a hue and cry about getting the rapists castrated, hanged, stoned, given to people and so on.

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

There has been pooling of ideas too, major discussions and just an hour back, I saw Mr. Shinde announcing safeguard measures that will be taken in order to prevent such acts. Politicians have claimed that this case will be considered as
“Rarest of rare cases” and the rapists will be hanged. But then, I read somewhere that “Rarest of rare cases” is awarded only when the victim dies, which here, won’t be applicable and hence, in the end, nothing will happen.

So how? How will someone curb such menace? How will people make this country a safe place? What according to you is the problem? Isn’t it the attitude?

Yes, It is the attitude. It is the teachings and preachings of the orthodox elderly who when asked about how could you curb such happenings will answer with an intellectual pride that, the girls shall stay indoors after 9.00 pm, wear dupattas and all other crap. It is the same attitude that when a girl would go to complain about rape/molestation, will be given a smirk, or a cheesy/cheap smile to the victim, which will do nothing but make the victim weak and encourage culprits to go for more heinous crimes like this with zest and vigour.

Although, society needs to set examples and fear by awarding harsh and rigorous punishments to such beasts who can’t be termed as MAN, nor as Animals. But, besides additional security, besides punishments, besides death, what is needed is an Attitude Change. At first, every minister, every police officer and every influential men in this country who says, that the reason for rape is Victim, or victim’s dress which was provocative or victim’s behaviour or victim’s act of staying out on streets after 9 pm, needs to be sent to rehab or school or just imprison them as such people are not needed by society. I mean, come on, People who can’t think rationally, or with sense, how are they going to lead us, or protect us or why should we give them power to influence us?

Secondly, every parent needs to make their kids understand, or rather brainwash like how those terrorist groups do in the name of Jihad, that RAPE IS BAD. It should be hammered to their brain, that raping will destroy them, or make them impotent or destroy their genitals or any shit crap, but should be so nicely imbibed that not a single man would ever attempt that. Its a universal truth that a criminal is not by birth, but he grows with his upbringing, and surroundings and situations around. Even schools should make their students learn that Rape is the worse thing on earth. It’s the collective condemn by society which will make difference. What are we doing now? Don’t we blame the victim than the culprit? Don’t we teach “Not to get raped” instead of “Not to rape”. Society is entirely mislead. We need education or at least brain wash. I would also say, Religious Institutions shall make provisions in religion regarding this. India, being religion blinded country, it will help a lot.

Since, all these changes will take time to show effect, in the meanwhile, we can keep awarding punishments like “Complete ban by society” on rapists, Castration which will be the best solution as any man, given a choice between emasculation and death, would chose the latter (this line comes from “Meet the black dot people” post), or rigorous imprisonment for years and heavy fine, Even handing them to society and public beating will suffice. Humiliation to the culprit may help in reducing this problem too.

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

To all those people who blame invasion of western culture as a cause for rape, “The mobile phone that you are using is a cause of cancer too my friend, why don’t you live the Indian way, do farming without appliances or meditate on mountains?”. To all those people who are giving moral lectures, “I am sorry Boss, You are no one to teach anyone what to wear, and if you want to teach someone anything, go and teach the men who get seduced so easily that they don’t even think of what they going to do next.”