Delhi Gang Rape- What Next???

Delhi Gang Rape… Talks all around…

"The accused should be punished, should be hanged till death." say some. Then I see people having profile pictures as a 'Black spot' to support the victim, "Wear black tomorrow to show your support for the cause." say others. There are debates in parliament, discussions on news channels. Reporters are interviewing girls—Do you feel safe???

I don’t understand how to respond… Should I keep aloof or should I mourn seeing this all…

Not that I have no sympathy to the victim, I being a girl, felt so agitated on learning about what happened. Imagining all the hardships she suffered at that moment and foresighting the future consequence of this mishap on her life, my eyes flood.

But is this seven-day-show  sufficient to change the scene???

All the sympathies would vanish in seven days, profile pictures would turn to beautiful new in a week, news channels would get a new story to cover and politicians would have a new issue to shout on. But the things would never return back to the normal for victim. Those memories are gonna last till her last breath and would terrify her to the hell…

Its not only her who has suffered, but many girls each day face harassment. Many cases go to police station and many remain covert due to the fear of denigration. Few culprits get punished and many enjoy in their lives after destroying one.

So what??? What can we do??? Just blame police, or blame alcohol or wait for some other such incident to happen so that again we can get back to protests and candle marches???

Unfortunately, the scene is not going to change with protest of a week or month. Changes are always gradual but the efforts need to be continuous. And changes sustain only if evil is rooted out from the ground level. Police would promise to do their job efficiently the next time, Court would promise some strict action but 

Just think----                                                                                                                              

--if the parents of those cons would have taught them that girls and boys are equal, there is no superiority and no inferiority, that your manliness lies in treating ladies with respect and not in the mentality of girls are a weaker section of society???

-- if a friend of a convict would have stopped him the very first time he talked something evil about a female???

-- if for a small road side teasing they would have been punished hugely so as to fill them with a terror that if they misbehave they are gonna suffer badly???

The scene could have been different...This all could have been avoided!!!

No one turns so wild in a single day. Neither can alcohol convert a man into monster with four-five glasses down. The evil when cumulates results in what happened on that Sunday night.

So the first time you hear about your son misbehaving just hold his ears and show him the right path, the first time you hear your brother talking bad about some girl, tell him, Bhaiya this girl could have been me; when your friends talk vulgar, don’t wait for their mothers to educate them, just slap them there and ask them to respect girls; Make road side Romeos see police station before they build enough courage to pull your Stole and lastly when you see a victim suffer don’t just let her fight alone, step forward to help her realizing it as your moral duty.

Its really difficult to punish the brutality the sunday night saw because no punishment would be sufficient enough as opposed to the hardships victim suffered and continues to suffer. Hard punishment of castration or penectomy or death penalty is every one's cry...
 But these wounds would leave an irreversible scar on victim's life…The thing I know is – Many such future scars can be prevented, only requirement is a change, in you and in me… Bring that change now... Don't just wait to join another such protest, Try to prevent one... 

May the victim be blessed with all strength.

And the criminals suffer pain with each breath.

Amen!!! 

Masquerading Life

Like a flame in darkness you shine,

Like breeze in solitary you are a companion of mine.

Like a hand of blessing you comfort,

Like a mother’s unseen love you are covert.

Sometimes a baby’s innocent laughter, 

And sometimes a bride’s amorous falter,

Sometimes a stranger’s unexpected sweet smile,

And sometimes a brazen hand fighting against vile.

With thousand faces you startle me each day, 

Providing myriad reasons you compel me to say

That none can defeat your sovereign beauty, 

Oh life, I admit, you are really pretty…

My Granny, hearing me say this, held my hand and said it to me

Oh dear, life is a big ball of illusion, standing here its only one side that you see.

Come let’s dwindle the diameter and discover what the other side holds.

Come today let’s unveil what life has behind its mysterious folds.

See there an orphan cry and a disabled questioning his existence why.

See the devastated youth weeping with the rubble of his desire,

See the exanimate widow standing still while her love meets the fire.

Even the prettiest flower withers and the sweetest sound alters.

The bests of times pass off slowly, thus this masquerading beauty does not make life lovely.

Yes it’s beautiful because though hurting at times it can soothe all with morsel of love,

Though destroying your raison d'etre, it gifts you with other opportunities to rove.

Snatching your strength it will teach you to trudge fore,

Shaking your robust faith it will teach you to trust once more.

With the sequential silence hurricanes and rains,

Its changing attires would teach you withstand pains.

Like the moon though scarred holds the greatest potentials of beauty.

Life strengthens you with its dark dunes and proves it is really pretty.

                    Sparrow of the strange sky

In a gloomy place I dwell,

Struggling with bars to grab emancipation.

My feathers flutter, my wings ruffle,

And I keep flapping with passion…

You can imprison my torso                       

But my spirit knows No border.

I am a wayfarer meant to trudge and move on

I know No limit and No order.

You laugh on my dreams calling me unreal and silly,

And I pity you following society’s paradigm willy-nilly.

You don’t dare to carve a road for yourself

And I can’t bear any limitations on myself.

You are afraid of failures, of losses and denigration,

I am afraid of losing self reliance and satisfaction.

Call me a wanderer, a renegade or a rebel

Or a defamed queen of a nasty tale.

Bidding you Aloha! I’ll take off my flight

The sky is waiting for me and my companion would be height.

Just because I don’t step with your bandwagon

Doesn’t mean I have no right to fly,

I’ll rule the universe my way people

 Because I am a sparrow of the strange sky…