As the country mourns for the
young BRAVEHEART, BREAVEHEART the name bestowed by media even falls short to
measure her courage line and zeal to come buoyant against all odds, It’s a time
for small retrospection. A retrospection of our inner self, a retrospection of
our rationalization, a retrospection of our learning and a retrospection of the
innervation called BEING HUMAN.
SO WHAT HAPPENED........................?
A girl
accompanied by her male friend while returning after catching an evening show
of the movie Life of Pie was molested
and brutally assaulted by a group, sustained some serious internal injuries for
almost a fortnight fought hard against all the miseries before finally
succumbing to death.
May be it was the inspiring story of the movie shrewd keenly into her thoughts that instigated her
to keep her lifeboat afloat in the sea of agony and pain, positive enough to
find the bank of life and justice. But unlike the movie, here everything ended
on a gloomy note.
WHAT WENT WRONG......................?
Girl consorted by her male friend
a little late in evening that too in Delhi (a rape capital indeed) OR girl’s
fate that she met with few beasts blindly driven by their lust OR not very
plausible record of capital police to establish a sense of fear among
wrongdoers OR the patriarchal face of the society OR the fact that she was a
girl?
One of my friend had once shared
a post on facebook that a woman while giving birth to a child suffers pain
equivalent to that caused by fracturing of twenty bones together. Forget the
inevitable problem they face in bearing her child in womb for nine months. And
when the child grows (if it’s a male child) he has a feel of male sovereignty
by beholding his society. He fails to summon enough respect for her mother,
sister and likewise for half the population. Riding high on his male ego,
sometimes even promoting at some places that women are the least prioritized
thing to be cared off, a man easily blinks behind his high held head and broad
shoulders the forfeits by her mother, sisters, wife, and girlfriend. He starts
treating women like an article for their need. He starts feeling like he is
made to ascendant the women.
In our society her only fault was
that she was a girl. A girl who faces foeticide, even before she has opened her
eyes, and molestation outside the womb. A friend of mine, she hails from Delhi,
keeps her Gmail status “touching mother’s
feet at home and molesting woman outside…shame….shame on this creature called
man”. When I asked her about this, she replied, “Men – they don’t even deserve a single good thing”. I am not
justifying her views but it epitomize the level of the girl’s rage who has
sacrificed or bound to sacrifice in her lifetime a lot for few male faces to get recognition around
.
New rules, effective rules can
send a message of fear among crooks but its Arabian ways to solve the problem
when the convicts even pelted to death by stones. Why can’t the people, be
taught to respect the feminism, to accept the existence of women gracefully. It
can also be a way to seize the problem. A way of eradicating the problems
before they even born.
First time after KARGIL war in my
life I have experienced such a nationwide wave of anguish and anger driven by a
common cause, common thought & demanding for common questions. Remember the
TATA TEA Ad.... “DESH UBAL RAHA HAI,
AAYEGA JOSH, DUM, MITHAAS – BADLEGA DESH KA RANG”. Too many people coming
together is just a beginning and even impossible can’t last long against
determined and decisive efforts.
Sitting in a substation of an
electrical utility located very remote from main cities / metros (the worst
part of being an engineer) I can’t keep myself away from the agony and the
intensifying anger. I also want to serve for the cause though I can’t
participate in candle march or the peaceful protests there. How can I or someone else who feels proud
to be an Indian can contribute to this undisclosed, the most needed movement? Can we
even be a part of this fight for the transformation awaited?
YES, we can contribute for the
cause. We can change our disposition and inspire others too. We can start
respecting women, practicing the habit of not allowing any one around us
harassing women. Inculcating the true human values and righteous thoughts in
the growing kids could be the building blocks of a safe and peaceful India.
Taking an OATH to build an atmosphere in which women can dwell and roam without
any fear, providing the equality of opportunities and facilities bringing in
the mental peace for them, can be our first step towards our contribution to
bring down the transformation from skyline to ground realities, to make it
happen.
If we could keep the fight alive,
it will be a true condolence for the BRAVEHEART girl.
RIP.
