Is public outrage enough?

The biggest nightmare for a 6-year girl should be her friend stealing her favourite candy or her father not buying her an ice-cream but unfortunately we live in a time where the biggest nightmare for the child is being rapped.

The recent incident in Bangalore highlights the age we live in. Can’t we send our sisters, our children to a kindergarten school without fearing for its safety?

The public outrage that followed the incident was more than justified. It was anger and rightly so. From the marches in freedom park to the strikes on the roads, people came out to show they were hurt and angry. But what were the after-effects of that? So far some arrests and an ongoing investigation. Will the arrest change people’s perception of justice? Will including Sexual offense in Goonda Act stop people for molesting??

Is violence the only method to stop this menace?

The question remains a mystery but the answers may lie in how we change the way we look at women and also how the media portrays them.

Yes , i am angry and may be holding on to our anger till justice is served may be the only way.

You could have lived.

Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.

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Suicide.

There’s been a lot of these in India recently. And as soon as i read the newspaper today i knew i had to write something about that. It was the suicide of a 14-year girl in Bangalore. Uninteresting? Am not sure.

But the reason behind that. Yes , it is interesting. Her boyfriend dumped her on Facebook after raping her and promising to marry her. Facebook. It has given so much for us all but yet it has its own obvious disadvantages especially when used by people below 18. I wouldn’t promise that a 20-year girl wouldn’t have done the same but yes she might have found the courage to do something. You can find the related news here.

To the girl who died( I don’t like to use the word suicide)

I know you had to go through a lot. I know you were scared to death, you  felt cheated, humiliated,raped and dumped by a man who promised to marry you. But you were young and there was a whole life ahead of you. You could have confessed to your parents. They would have hit you, scolded you but in the end would have forgiven you. You could have approached the police and lodged a complaint. Your so called boyfriend would have arrested. I know it’s very difficult to face the society again but i assure you if you had found the courage to do this then you would have emerged a stronger woman. You were only a girl and yet i don’t blame you. I only wanted you to know , you could have lived. Suicide was the easier way out of the problem and you took that. You could have just lived.

To her parents( i really don’t know them)

You should have watched your daughter more carefully. I know it’s really difficult to follow her every moments but you could have instilled the value of courage in her. She was young and died young. You should have told her the pros and cons of using social media. You should have taught her not to trust people so easily that not everything is as good as it is and not everyone is as good as they seem. You should have taught her not to befriend strangers. You should have done so much more and you didn’t. And you lost her.

To her so-called boyfriend.

I don’t have anything to say to you. You deserve nothing but than death.

To Facebook

I know you are too vast and there are too many people around but please try your best to verify only people above 18 use you(at least).

How does it connect to my life? I feel hurt.

The Bus, The Pattern

The blue shade brings a sign of relief.  It isn’t the sky’s blue that brings relief at that instant , it’s the color of the buses here. I almost hurry towards it with the air gliding through my face. I normally take around 4 minutes plus to reach the stop from my house. Walking past the “The Lane” gives me the much needed happiness and smiling at the old woman if at all she’s there gives me the the happiness much needed. Even when am late and running i always take ” The Lane” ( that’s the only shortcut) and i always observe the people there with the corner of my eye. I never understood why i have this feeling but i feel that i am not welcomed there. Doesn’t  matter i still love it though.

As i climb on the bus and normally take the seat on my left or stand , i know i am ready to face the new day. It took me a while to figure it out. The Pattern. Initially when i started frequenting this bus i didn’t even guess there would be such a thing as a pattern. I din’t want to take this particular bus because of its number,  13( i somehow don’t like the number). Though all the buses are equally good this particular one suited my timings the best.  Proud to tell that buses in Bangalore are some of the best in the country. Well coming to the pattern 😛 It all started after a few days of taking the bus continuously , you see when you frequent a bus at a particular timing, a lot of  other people do too and they call themselves “The regulars”. I so happened to sit in a particular seat and just after i sat a person entered the bus, though there was an empty seat he refused to sit there. He stood right in front of me and started glaring every once in a while. I didn’t understand why at the time. When it happened again 2 days later, it got me thinking. Am i sitting under a treasure? Or is the seat his? after all buses are for the public. I looked at the people around me and started going back a few days and remembering  who would have sat where. It wasn’t difficult to remember. They almost sat in the same seat they where sitting. Oh! so that’s y. Like the great Indian tiger( other tigers too, but  i am an Indian!)  that marks it territory by pissing along the boundary , did these people mark their seats? By spitting? Be it the round faced gentlemen in front of me or the dark eyed uncle behind. Be it the boy who wanted to be called a man on the right side of me or the student with a black spectacles who was hooked to his music on the left. Be it anyone there . They almost sat in their seats daily. They almost followed the pattern without knowing it. It was a relief after i figured the pattern.

As my destination materializes in front  of me i get ready to step down. And there at that moment i acknowledge every time that i have become a part of the pattern too. And it pretty much involves standing.