Thursday, March 7, 2013

What Should I Say??

   Like any other kids of her age her little face brightened up seeing a butterfly, the smile sprung up from her dimples at the very sight of yellow chocolate wrappers. Mother has tied her pony tail with that red favourite ribbon and that was all enough for her to start the day. She would have loved fairies, she would have seen magic, and she would have listened to tales but never thought about a monster, even in those wildest dreams. She was pretty small who still swapped around her mother’s hip. 

    Wandering the day with her mother on street under the parching sun, all she wanted was a corner to rest, sometimes it was railway station while other times, it was under bridges. This time it was the verandah of a shop. Had she eaten anything to fill her stomach? Might be few grains of rice or a piece of dosa which somebody had offered...Sleep was their means to escape hunger. Her mind was most contented on those verandahs because that was the place to cuddle up inside her mother’s arms and sleep to her dreams. Her life was full of agonies yet there was lots of innocence, which had left unseen and unnoticed.

  Snuggling her mother, she was lost in her dreams playing with angels and butterflies and smiling to them. Yes, that pretty angelic smile she smiled for one last time. You can imagine it. Can’t you? ...that little bundle cuddled up beside her mother with her tiny fingers sucked and smiling to her world of fairies. 

   When darkness spread its curtain around her world, those Angels disappeared and butterflies flown away... Soon, she started to cry. Not because she was kidnapped, not because she was molested but she has been taken away from her world of butterflies and angels. She cried aloud. But he taped her mouth shut. She opened her tiny eyelids and searched for her mother’s hands around her but there was none. She cried for not seeing her mother, not seeing any of her familiar sights...

   And in the middle of an old sloppy room, there was the most frightening face of her life - that man, who relentlessly looked at her with his eyes of lust. But her innocence knew no desires, no lust. So she did not know what was happening... She wanted to reach back her verandah, back inside her mother’s arms. But there was no chance.  

   Not that he fanaticised or transcended because of drugs. Never! No drug can be as poisonous as his mind. No fantasy can be as brutal as his thoughts. It was not unknowingly but all knowingly beforehand.He knew that she was little. He knew that her organs were fragile. Still he didn’t have any second thoughts. He didn’t have a heart. What the monster wanted was all a body, which belonged to that gender. Yes, the gender which I belong to and she belongs. A female body to drink the blood...
  
   He ripped her clothes apart, the cloth which was put on her body by her mother that morning - her favourite one among those two little frocks. Tears rolled down her cracked cheeks. She didn’t resist. She cried for her mother. She cried for her frock. She cried for her ribbon. She was all alone crying out of the pain of her body. Her soul called out “amma......” But this time her mother didn’t come to save her. He pulled away her tiny little legs and clutched the little body in his hands brutally. The girl shivered in fear. She was molested, she was raped. How could that small body bear so much of pain? God knows...

   
   She was not a woman, she was not a porn star, she was only a little girl of three years old yet he got his pleasure, he fulfilled his greed, he satisfied his lust. All that was left away to throw out was her minuscule body. Next day morning the little one was found abandoned on street with high fever and ants crawling all over her body, but not dead. She was a girl, just a little girl born in the species, woman. Was it a fault? 

   That small body had undergone two surgeries already while her internal organs got badly injured. All she does now is scare; scared of doctors, scared of nurses, scared of this world itself. Cursing the fate of three year old little daughter, her mother cries in front of the hospital ICU. Her little girl who was sleeping inside her arms one night before is now on the hospital bed...Was it her fault?

   Living around a sleepy society with people who are not even ready to spare a 3 year old child for her body, what else should I do on March 8th –  this International Women’s Day? Should I write on my facebook wall that “I am proud to be a Woman?” or should I praise my 26 years of womanhood on my blog?  Nothing is going to make any difference. This will continue more badly than ever before. With every passing day, we will hear more number of such stories and incidents and the same criminals will walk on our streets in front of us, a day after or two. Whose fault?
 
  I don’t have anything to say more but to those mothers who are going to give birth, “pray that your baby shall not be a girl...” You do not have to give away your blood for the wolves to drink. Let no daughters be born to trouble on streets, let there be no girls to desire, let there be no woman to give birth and thereby no men to rape them. The world must come to an end. When the entire womanhood perish, there will not be any man to rape your daughters..Put an end. Let the world go back to silence...deep roaring silence...

P.S: I know, I sound quite pessimistic. But there is no better way to act or react. It’s high time to boycott.Isn't it?  I don't generalize. Everyone is not bad but everyone is not good either. So here in a melancholic low voice I wish all those women who inspired me and still continues to inspire me..
."Happy Women's Day". Let us stay numb at least till that little one get recovered from the wounds of her body..

13 comments:

  1. "Let no daughters be born to trouble on streets, let there be no girls to desire, let there be no woman to give birth and thereby no men to rape them. Put an end. Let the world go back to silence...deep roaring silence..."

    Great write-up. Your voice is strong. Btw, Happy Women's Day

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    1. Maneesh - thanks for the wishes. My voice is not strong.It is the most mean among all. Still not out of it. This is not my normal voice

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  2. I'm feeling so numb after reading this :'( death of innocence, death of humanity, why should the world be alive, Let it die too! Even I don't have any hope that things will change in future :/

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    1. I knw Sri.. We cant stop being numb. This is hurting soul. We dont know the girl. But still we can feel the pain little one would hav undergone. Everyone cant be empathetic like us. If so, the world would had been much much better place. Pls do pray for her fast recovery. She will have to live her whole life with fear...

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    2. I prayed the moment I came to know about the incident :( A small thing we can do with whole heart!

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  3. made my stomach churn and my senses numb.....will any of this ever change?

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    1. Never Princess..I don't have even a bit of hope that it will change. These idiots have to be assaulted in front of public. whatever happens the Government remains to be the passive viewers.. Nothing will make any difference. What is lost is only lost...

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  4. No Wordz ma dear sis Ashi.. Great .. Great ..

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  7. pulled colorless blood from my eyes Ashitha...

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