“A man remains a man no matter how poor his conduct. A woman, even if she were to deviate for one instance, from the role given to her by men, is branded a whore. She is viewed with lust and contempt. Society closes on her doors it leaves ajar for a man stained by the same ink. If both are equal, why are our barbs reserved for the woman?”- Manto
No doubt that molestation is a disgraceful act and the one who practice it ought to be punished on the middle of the street. Every other day in India the newspapers are filled with the articles of Gang rape, molestation, and other sort of harassment cases only and especially against women and girl child, which is so unethical, as in country like India where more than half of the god worshiped are female. We, here, have a week of celebration of goddess Durga and on Diwali we worship goddess Lakshmi ji. All this and still our Women and girl child feel unsafe even in her house hold. To be utter honest all this above mentioned things aren’t my actual concern, as I am a guy and I don’t care but then I look at my little sister and the whole thought goes upside down, all the masculine vanity stream down the sink of life’s commode. I look at some of the friends and close acquaintances who are female and are working late at nights, sometime book an Uber back home, I look at my cousins who go to college that has no fixed timetable. All this thought (and some events that has occurred a this year) has penetrated my consciousness to bring up this matter and analyze it profoundly.
SAD NEW YEAR
Last year on 31 December new year’s eve a women ( I don’t know you remember or not) in Bangalore was groped, just the way a goat groped before she knew her butcher’s next step, by two bikers and an area where 1500 police were on round. A CCTV video went viral, the girl was bruised and it was not only physical but mental too. But it was just beginning of the year, who knew 2017 was bringing some more doomed surprises for our women.
The Apex of hypocrisy
This event in not too old. It’s just a while back when two ladies who were suffocated under the toe of Mafia baba (whose disciples carry AK47 for the safety of their beloved colorful attire Mafia baba ji) decided to stand against him on a statuary level and fight against the injustice and violation of their basic human right, they fought resolutely. Now keep this story on one hand and take this other story on your other hand. This second story is not only just a story but a big game show hosted by the great 70 year old man who carries French cut and a heavy pitched voice. Here we will refer his as Mr Big Height. So Mr Big height’s favorite dialogue during last 2-3 seasons was “beti padhoo beti baccho” (educate girl child, save girl child). Now when we amalgamate these two stories we find that Mr Big height did not utter a single tweet to praise those two Beti’s of India who suffered a long time for justice and why just the top guns ( or goons) of Bollywood, not even a single worker of Mahila Ayog were there to support these two lady. I am really sorry if I am being too judgmental or giving politics the mainstream to this article but what is true, is true.
Beti padhaoo, Beti Pitwaoo
Then comes the verdict of Mr good-for-nothing Vice chancellor (who may have forgot to put katha on his Benaresi pan.) “A university cannot full fill the demand of each and every girl, who is keen to dishonor and sell its modesty” roughly said the VC, when a girl was molested by some guys, while she was returning to her hostel, inside the campus. The only demand that shaped this whole protest was just a simple action that ought to be taken against those guys. Now I won’t say overwhelming things like what if his wife or daughter been to same situation what would he do or did he again dare to make such statement. NO I just want to know if he has any right to condemn or abolish a basic human right that is right to live in or around his campus. No, even the individual himself has such no right, as practicing suicide is also considered to be a crime.
Shoot her in the head
The saffron parakeets returned with their same old pistol with new shiny contagious bullet, this time none other than in our brand new silicon valley of India. The target was a writer, the most probable reason was her boy cut hairstyle and no fear stay clear attitude. (Breezy some would say). There reason were obvious, (so note it down) these saffron parakeets cannot bear left wing communism and eating what half population eats on this earth is a crime here in our mahan desh Bharat.
She took three bullet in her head but still alive in millions of pen.
So the Moral of this article is that, 26 Jan is coming take a flag and climb up to the terrace of your respective houses and be proud to be born in India, then open the newspaper and see how many girls are molested and killed that day in this great nation. Then again eight months later on Aug. 15 turn on TV and see if white beard, beautiful turban and shaky voice Gujarat ka lala is making false blandishments and again keep the newspaper with you.
So I would like to conclude this article with one among my favorite poems, this one is by Maya Angelo.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave
,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.