Tuesday, March 27, 2012

I AM A GIRL..

Running towards the door with trembling steps.. duppatta being dragged with the girl across the hall.. enwrapping the dust.. alcohol.. fear.. and abruptly pulled with the most ferocious pull a girl could bear.. still sprinting.. feet hits the chair .. tripped..and the chase is over… the venomous mass of body caught the leg.. heaved the girl like a sack.. the begging screech.. the sinful snort.. the evil lust and a soul with the acceptance of loss.. endless ten minutes and every drop of life was drenched.. the victorious panther with his victory walk.. and a living cadaver lies in middle of the sarcophagus room jeweled with cries of atrocity…

What next?? The following morrow column headline, increased statistics, some political debates ( where certainly the main agenda is of least importance), COMPENSATION (on the stereotype belief money can solve anything) to the victim and a soon forgotten story.

Then starts the real battle. Refusal of acceptance in the society on the basis of Old school ‘APAVITRATA’ . Apathetic eyes following the injured psyche. The little girl dream of a fairytale marriage being lost in the dust . Family being discussed as ‘ABHAGYA’. Entire life spent in isolation. And all this resultant of forever frozen ten minutes. The journey of heaven to hell seems surprisingly short eeh??

Even after sixty four years of independence our nation is trapped in viciousness. The gender responsible for the ongoing generations is the one treated with most indignity. I guess the male education has elapsed the difference of behavior towards living and non-living beings. In the era where we are supposed to be moving ahead we are sinking in stains.

I am girl living in the capital of this nation. I am a girl whose parents call several times a day. I am girl whose parents call so many times just to assure I am safe. I am girl whose parents fear every night when a CRIME TIME show reveals another rape case. I am girl who is supposed to be in door before eight. I am girl who in accordance to self defense has to carry a knife or a pepper spray. I am girl who while crossing road has to suffer every malevolence stare. I am a girl who in a salwar-kameez feels like a whore, because the men around are just getting bored. I am girl who is not to raise voice, as the male chauvinist ego will end my life. I am a girl.. hey wait sometimes I wonder why am I girl.. ?

You can protect your wife not somebody else’s .You can protect your daughter not somebody else’s. You can protect your sister not somebody else’s, you can protect your friend not somebody else’s. What a pervert!! Till when we are expected to swallow the humiliation. We die every single time a lustful eye is targeted in our direction. We have confident, striking, and magnificent exteriors and our interior is a canvas painted with red and black. But you.. you out there are always ready for a new hunt.

Friends of mine and me.. we want to settle abroad.. life there seems much more at ease. We are ready to leave our place.. our comfort.. to live our life practically then theoretically because you here have literally made it impossible to think of a safe home safe future within these boundaries. Our nerves quiver with horror when another rape case is recorded. Whose next is all that circumferences our minds. We are afraid to meet new people.. talk to them.. our life is nothing but a pothole of ongoing interrogation about safe-unsafe, right-wrong, good-bad and more precisely MAN-DEVIL.

In life god forbid if ever I come across you, be assured of one thing no matter how much torn I would be, I will not be a walking dead, how much unsolicited I will be I will not give up, how much discussed I will be I will not be pitied, you know why? Because I am a girl who lives in the capital of this city, whose dreams are to be fulfilled, whose parents prayers are to be met, and whose life is to be lived and not sacrificed. I am a girl and no matter how much u exist.. I am a proud one.

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