I kept staring at my computer screen. What should I
write? How should I put my frenzy thoughts in a coherent sentence? I like to
write. It is my passion, my answer to the world that keeps me bogged down with
its never ending questions. It is a kind of therapy to me. But this time it is
not the passion speaking. It is the anger, the fear, the restlessness and
mostly the contempt.
From being labeled as the fairer, weaker sex to a
fragile body, women have had many nomenclatures. I recently read Khaled Hosseini’s
‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’. The turmoil of Afghanistani women described in the
book wet my eyes. I thanked God that I was better off. I thought I am in a land
where I can study, I can work and I can dream. But now I realize that no matter
where you are, a woman will never find a bed of roses. Damm! Every where she
has to fight, fight a lone battle.
The recent Munirka gang rape incident has reinstated
how barbaric people can be. Newspaper headlines, Facebook statuses, protest
marches are screaming about it. Media has got its fodder. For days now they
will talk, debate, state, explain etc etc about what is right, what is wrong.
People will call for stricter laws. But where would we reach with all this?
Like many other women of the city, I don’t have answers, only unanswered
questions remain.
What should the women do? Should we stay inside
their homes? OK WE WILL…Should we not go for work? OK WE WILL…Should we dress
decently? OK WE WILL….Should we stop getting educated? OK WE WILL….BUT JUST
GIVE US ONE ASSURANCE. THAT ALL THIS WILL STOP. CAN WE HAVE AN ANSWER???
I don’t know whom am I posing these questions to. Is
it the men who commit such heinous crimes? Is it the women who somewhere
contribute in their own degradation? Is it the society that treats women and
men differently? Is it the law makers who care a damm about what is happening
to a vulnerable girl on the streets?
What will we do with our economic growth? Where are
the idealists who claim that the modern world is the pedestal of women empowerment?
Is this what you call empowerment? In a metropolitan city, the national capital
of the country where supposedly there should be more protection and a safer
environment such brutal acts take place? Then what is the difference between a
remote village and Delhi? The women in both places are unsafe.
Stepping outside or staying inside, both are scary.
The poor girl told her parents that she wants to
live. I pray you do sister because there can be broken bodies but nothing like
an amputated spirit.
I feel ashamed to be a woman in this land of
barbarians….





