Cry, my beloved country
She has gone to a safer place, where she will find the peace that eluded her in life. What a gory end to a life that was just blossoming, nurturing dreams of career, love and more dreams. She is just one of the faces of the Indian ignominy. I don’t say that out of apathy but out of awareness. Who could know it better? I was born here; a girl in the family of two boys.
Echoing many observations and analysis, why do we always find ourselves confronted by rape? In every dark corner of a metropolis like Delhi, or in a nondescript hamlet that could well be in Bihar or Karnataka. Perhaps the crime knows no discrimination. Any women, whether she is a working professional like me, or a non-specific domestic help or a labourer in a kiln, stands as a potential victim.
No rally or no TV panel discussions can give a solution; a fool-proof solution that can be replicated across the states and pockets in our vast country.
We live in a place that worships the Goddess, but on the other hand it says it is helpless when it comes to killing the womb that carries a daughter. And, it claims even more helplessness when it cannot assure its daughters a safe world.
On one hand, it is a country that wouldn’t bat an eyelid before teaching daughters to dress appropriately in public, but it never thought of teaching its sons to respect women. A country where there are politicians who would embark on a witch-hunting spree, if a cine artiste voices her opinion about premarital sex. But the same politicians are not even a mere bystander, if a brutal rape brings its people on the streets.
Her death has stirred the conscience of many, but it doesn’t guarantee that those consciences would not slip into a deep slumber yet again.