Main hi Devi.

They were really good friends. So good, that people started assuming they just can’t be friends when they are in a relationship. Well according to me I don’t see any harm in that. One evening they were returning in a cab on a cold winter night. It wasn’t late, but the cold surely shortened the day time. Those were the times when Ola/Uber were not in sight. On her waving hand the cabbie made a stop and they entered the car. She was very friendly with the friend who was a boy and the cabbie who was also a boy of the same age thought why does he have to slog his butt riding a cab whereas this boy of my age, who possibly must be studying with her too get to have the company of this simply beautiful girl. He had a devouring thought of interposing for the guy and experiencing the thrills of being liked by a girl. He called his equally tainted friend in his mother tongue & coded that they can have a good time ‘If’!!!!   

The friend understood the stage up. The cabbie made an unusual stop and requested the two behind that his younger brother needed to be picked up from his coaching classes. They agreed.

The friend boarded the car. He sat on the seat ahead. Again the cabbie and he, started speaking in their mother tongue. The two unconcerned youngsters kept chatting. At a crossing over a bridge the friend took out a knife and slit the guy’s throat sitting behind just in a jiffy and the cabbie turned the cab towards the dark, secluded road. The girl kept screaming at the top of her voice, but no eyes and ears. This girl understood something ill was going to happen. They stopped the car. Asked her to come out quietly. She knew what was coming. She was scared to death. She saw her boy-friend was motionless, he was no more. She was standing alone.  She will be raped and then very nicely disposed off in a mysterious fashion and then become a news sensation. Her life and post rape her family’s life will become a public discussion. All this started flashing in front of her eyes.

There was a small hut across the road. The cabbie and his friend caught her and pulled her towards the hut. She resisted but inferred that her petite feminine strength will not help her out here. After throwing her in the hut they started discussing who would like to take the first plunge. The friend agreed to wait, saying that he already had a wife, so he would let him experience the probable virgin He started undoing her and his clothes. The friend outside could hear the shrills and howls. It was exciting him. The door kept closed due to unlevelled ground below. . Now the bait was almost ready to be violated. She laid there in terror but her mind still running a thousand thoughts. She kept thinking what can she do to fight in this situation. She decided not to fight. She succumbed to his force as long as she could. Just when she was sure that the friend was having the most out of her misery, she grabbed her sling bag, he still slobbering on her, she used her one hand to open the zip of the bag and got hold of her body spray. He was still breaching, very Sotto Voce about it opened the spray and squirted the mist right into his eyes and she continued screaming on top of her lungs to be louder than him at that moment. And as his grip on her loosened she kicked his nuts like a mule. When he turned over holding his aching and agonizing apparatus… she quickly grabbed his belt to strangle him so hard at his neck that he got knocked out. She was very quick to do these things. She thought if she had resisted and cried and made a lot of movements she would have fatigued and gotten bruised with no energy encounter in this manner. She gathered the uncertain cadaver and pushed him behind the door. The darkness still dominated.

The cabbie outside thought the job of his friend was done and now he would take a spin. As soon as he entered he saw the girl lying almost bare…and moaning. Because of dimness he bent over the girl to check the locus. Just then he tripped over the leg of his friend lying behind and fell, the girl did not miss the chance of smearing the leftover spray right into his eyes until the bottle was empty. He howled like a dog who was hit with a stick by a furious watchman. That disoriented him, the girl got up with the belt to the rescue and tied his feet, but then she thought, he would still have his hands to coerce. Intuitively she used her head to slam against his head as vigorously as she could, she bled with her own blow. But her Kill bill spirit at its extreme guided her to poke her pointer fingers into his eyes and kept pressing until she could feel his eye balls were oozing out. His pain sounded as dreadful as the pain she felt when an alien prick infiltrated her terrain. She then used her thumbs to block his nostrils until he lost his balance and tasted ground. She kicked him again on his manhood and used her heels to smudge his balls until he could not feel them because of the pain he was going through. She turned him over his stomach used the belt to tie his hands and then used her dupatta to tie his feet as tightly as she could. The beast inside him still quivered and gave really bad swears to her. Now that she had some ground to herself she grabbed her kurti and wore it as soon as possible. She did not have time to dress completely, took her jeans in her hands and went out to seclusion. 

After all this, she was still standing alone. She deduced that she was still not completely out of danger. She went across the road to check on her friend, but he laid almost dead blood still oozing out of his throat. Somehow she sensed that he was still breathing. She looked out for knife that slit his pal’s throat, finding it… ran back to the hut, feeling the intensity of ‘kaali maa’ she grabbed the tool (john) of the cabbie’s friend and subtracted it bloodily crying and shivering. Looked at the cabbie lying on his stomach almost fainted she thought turning him around and punishing him might give him air to fight back. She took the knife and made and incision between his buns until a bone stopped her. She did not want to sit there anymore in the bloodbath, as being a woman she might empathize and feel the undue guilt. She grabbed her jeans, her bag and escaped from there as soon she could. She could not find her phone, in that mess, she reached out to the cabbie’s phone and dialed 100, informed them about the massacre and called for an ambulance for her friend, who by the way eventually was saved.

She confessed to the barbarous stratagem she chose to defend herself. The one she castrated, died after a week and the one for who she had chiseled the tattooed on his haunches is still in ICU  and critical & almost blind with his face and identity flashed all over the media. The government kept the identity of this Shaktiwoman anonymous.

Log to kahenge, logon ka kaam hai kehna. The Cabbie’s lawyer has filed a case on the girl for injuring him brutally and leaving him banished. Asking for damages for his family as they were dependent on him for money. The girl still keeps going to dates at the court. Her lawyer is making sure to summon the cabbie capital punishment. Phir bhi…

                            Taareekh pe taareekh , taareekh pe tareekh, tareekh pe taareekh !!!

Friends, this is a piece of fiction of what can happen/could have happened in many cases. Aggression does not work at all places. If used at the right time with right mind…it can be used wonderfully to win a losing game.  My story here is not for putting any one gender in bad light. There are countless men, boys, brothers and fathers who have the right attitude towards our kind. Cannot generalize men to be wolfish just because some of them turn out to be monstrous. A big shoutout for those who respect and care for us. 

  

Unresolved Mysteries …

News is the communication of selected information on current events which is presented by print, broadcast, Internet, or word of mouth to a third-party or mass audience. In contrast news nowadays is a piece of story or a nonfiction thread that can make the reader go dumb. Like the series of current affairs that is making me speechlessly dumb. News meets a mixture of social, civic, personally-enriching, and work-related needs in people’s lives. True…but for me news is sadly disturbing piece of information that makes you think “Hello !!!  Are we living in Kalyug”. Kaliyug-The "Age of Downfall", is the fourth stage of the world development that we are currently in. As the corruption gradually developed wider in the earlier stages. This stage is the climax stage when the world finally meets a judgment day at the end of it as said in Hindu Scriptures. It's not known when the end comes, but it's believed that we still have a long way to go. At the end of KalYuga, it is believed that a new order of a peaceful global society will be established. i will be happy if a new non violent, calm and a civilized culture will take birth. 

Past few months’ series of news bulletins that were deemed as 'BREAKING NEWS' have broken my heart again and again. I don’t know or I’ll rather say…I can’t trust if one man can be kind to another just for no reason at all. So the New Year itself started with the death of Nirbhaya. We said goodbye to a flame of hope and humanity.  I was aghast with what Nirbhaya went through, her torture and pain. Finally with her passing away I thought maybe now she will be harmless and at peace. The reek of her anguish & suffering was still in the air that I spot news of 5 year old being raped…not only raped but GANG RAPED!  I read the headlines and question myself are we humans or have opted to live like cannibals. So much for sentences and punishments being the talk of the town, and here we go again with sexual assaults. Are we not scared at all...? Are we desensitized to such an extent that we as in the public make a mistake which is inconsolable to any degree. None the less, our authorities are busy indeed busy making laws and decrees as never even in our nightmares we had thought of us humans to attempt rape and puncture the vagina’s of girls(girls here comprise of any element of female fraternity be it a 5 year old, a college goer or even a lady reaching her menopause) for momentary pleasures.

Ek thi Daayan. The film released just a few days back. News and media have almost made a mother Daayan. I am talking of the much unclear anonymity behind Aarushi’s murder case. According to the CBI it was a cold blooded murder that too by her parents. They have applied simple math here. 4 people were present in the house during time of the murder, 2 are dead… 2 dead and two alive…that gives you an answer to the 2 unfortunately living have to be the murderers. Being a mother, how can I believe something this filthy to be true? And if it is… this filth is going to increase day by day. It has Nupur, Aarushi’s mother portrayed as a Daayan and her father Rajesh a Kasaai-a Butcher. These two have been convicted of slaying their own daughter for their personal interests.  A massacre that has slaughtered esteem & identity of the Talwar’s to a big level. 

Lastly and I hope the least , Sarabjit met his end early morning today.  For me he too has attained moksha & peace only by his death. Since 1990, he was battling with the assumptions of being an intruder to Pakistan according to Pakistan's intelligence services, and according to his own intelligence he was just passerby who accidently crossed home soil in the influence of alcohol and was given a new birth of a spy by the Pak authorities.  Even if we assume that if he was a spy why didn’t our authorities do something for our ‘Agent Vinod’ rotting in jail and longing to be with his family for 23 long years? He was captured as Manjit Singh and died in that name too.  After his demise when the drama is over why debate on giving him national honor at his funeral and giftng him matrydom? Will that bring back the lost fatherhood for his daughters? Will that retrieve the criticism his family must have gone through these years. Will it bring back the sanity for Sarabjit’s village men to think that our neighboring country blamed for so many grey cases may even turn out to be a nation of nice hearted and fair people?  There is only a single answer to all the above questions…. No no noo!!!

I slept over all these news to dream of a small sequence. I see a round table conference …there is huge table placed with four chairs against one huge chair on the other side. There are clouds in shades of white, silver & blue all over. On the one huge seat against the 4 small seats is a wise, white robed man seated. He carries a colossal book on his desk which he fills in with a feathered pen and ink. His four subjects seated in front are in the order of their dismissal from earth. Aarushi, next seat is Nirbhaya, next to her is the 5 year old and then the latest entrant Sarabjit. The wise man who is kindly interrogating the four is filling information in the book which is title as “Unresolved Mysteries Volume 2013-10K”. What a puzzle. If I could only know what must have been the truth, what must have climaxed that time of their demise…Would that change anything intime today? Would I know who killed Aarushi, was Sarabjit really Manjit Singh? What horrible exchange of words must have taken for the rapists to torment Nirbhaya to death, and what led to a Man’s mind for him to quench his bodily thirst by entering into a 5 year olds tender body.Knowing the anwers I would not be any different from those who know the resolve to these secrets but are mum becauuse of pressure & media hypes.

And so...all my questions remain unanswered and left to be resolved....but another grave quention now....    is 'BY WHOM'???

Nirbhaya : Our tipping point

In the recent times two extreme brutalities have clogged up our minds & newspapers. Both are equally disgusting as well as disrespectful to human race.  I am talking about the Delhi gang rape case & the beheading of our Indian soldiers. We blame our neighboring country of being brutal, inhuman and merciless in their approach towards relations over line of control. How inhuman can we call ourselves when a minor and his friends, rape a girl and then torment her to near death.  Blood and antagonism can still be expected on a battleground, but cruelty & violence in an organized environment cannot be expected.  The news bounces that enemy soldiers who carried out the beheading were rewarded prize money for their act of enmity. To me similarly, the accused who is a minor is rewarded his freedom buy terming him as a ‘juvenile’ who cannot be punished for his aggressiveness which might include raping a girl, attempting to kill her & inserting a rod in her vagina. Ouch!!!….while typing this…my heart beat shoots up…I feel goose bumps and can only imagine the atrocity Nirbhaya might have gone through that cold winter night in Delhi. Still according to our judiciary system that poor chap is a minor and should not be punished!!!

What has happened of Nirbhaya and her life is very sad.  There are people of different stature and authority who gave their opinions about this sad incident and the ways Nirbhaya could have escaped that night. Amongst many is a statement of a heightened spiritual guru who quotes "Only five-six people are not the culprits. The girl is as guilty as her rapists... She should have called the culprits brothers and begged before them to stop... This could have saved her dignity and life. Can one hand clap? I don't think so”. Apart from this he even mentioned that she should have recited the ‘Gayatri Mantra’ to avert the barbaric encounter that night.  In what frame of mind is this man in? Let us call upon the Guru in a gathering of angry women and the family members of Nirbhaya’s family who are irritated & frustrated with what life has offered them and bereaved them off,  take a finger long metal nail and plant it in his nose until he starts bleeding. Ask him to call us his brother, sister, master….anything that he could think of us and even let him recite the hanuman chalisa, the gayatri mantra and any sankat mochan shlokas. Do you think the aggravated mob would stop ???....If it was for me…..I would not STOP! Gang rape accused are mentally ill. This kind of petty or moralistic coaxing hardly affects their sadistic behavior. Sorry Nirbhaya…I regret having Dharam gurus like him who can quote anything for mere publicity. Please be in peace wherever you are now for you are no more in this untamed harsh world.

I have lived in the NCR for 4 years with  my husband. In the initial 6 months I understood that it’s not safe for women to be out late. It is not the question of why not the women can be out???...When I know that in jungle the beasts and uncertainty both are out to its peak, why not take precaution and stay safe. After all it is our own security. I would like my womenfolk to carry small daggers, black pepper sprays and a lot of vigilance. Other sad thing associated with rape is morality. If a girl is raped and still survives…why does she become a model of unmoral values? Why is she disassociated from a community, why is she given a second glance, why is seen as white pigeon amongst the other black pigeons. We as a society should help her find peace and live like a normal human being. She was a victim who now has all the rights to live freely and with her head held high. When by mistake a cloth falls down in a dirty puddle, we wash it, soak it and dry it in the air and continue wearing it as it is clean. Likewise should a rape victim be treated. While citing my views on issues like this…I would even like to say for me the men who have certain desires and fulfill their thirst for sex by visiting sex workers by paying them are much better off than men who just quench their thirst of unfulfilled desires by raping innocent girls and ruining their lives. “Seedhi baat no bakwaas!!!”

These days there is a very common trend of showing that we are a part of your grief for that reason we go light a candle, wear white clothes and become a part of an Andolan. I want to ask those people who have lit candles and walked the many andolans against injustice ….especially with passing away of Nirbhaya just before the New Year…how many of you did not celebrate New Year’s night. How many of you did not party, did not drink and did not wear fancy clothes. Honest confession, I also cooked good food, had a nice time with my family & friends. My point is that…by walking in andolans or by lighting candles…does not serve any intention. We have to bring the change. We have to practice protection for ourselves. We should try hard enough to be a good citizen. We have to be the one by our ways & methods, who can actually have the other women folk literally keep the name ‘Nirbhaya’….the fearless.                
Let us be the change we want to see.

We are sorry Nirbhaya that we lost you. Rest in peace. You are now safe.