Author is not an alien

Author is not an alien
I write because we had deleted enough

Tuesday, January 8, 2013


I write this post in utter disappointment and sadness as “Nirbhay”/”Amanat”/Damini (whatever you name her) passed away and succumbed to injury she got during her brutal rape .I cried like I lost a family member and so did everyone She was me,she was you and she was every girl who dreams for a career,for family ,for love,for marriage but never dreamt to live because she thought it was so very normal but No :a barbaric day ,6 demons and she is now confined to coffin it seems she came for a mission to shake up the sleeping nation where women are still second class citizens,where tolerance for eve teasing is very high ,where women are raped every 22 minutes ,where political class seems to cash on rapes .The capital of country erupted in rage ,in anger and a biggest leaderless movement started and the air of Delhi echoed “WE WANT JUSTICE” and came the most shocking and insensitive response from the “so called” representatives of citizens ,Some foolish comments from moral policing to Dented painted comments But the country cries ,screams in grief that “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH” .I write this letter as a rape victim to shake everyone so that the bastards get a punishment that one could never dare to rape someone
“If I am raped tomorrow,
Leave me on my own,
Please don’t forward messages for my sake,
I am not worthy of your status’ ache.
Don’t give me your pity,
Don’t pray for my soul,
You are the same people who did not care when I lay there in a hole.
Your E-protests are not getting me justice,
Nor my sisters any protection,
The government is going to sensitize the issue,just to win the coming election.
First they objectified me,
Now the turn is yours,
How dare I step outside, I am just meant for the household chores.
Don’t console my father
Don’t try to cheer up my mom,

It’s something you can forget tomorrow, but for them I’m forever gone.
I am dead now,
Humanity died with me
For I am a girl, I deserve every bit of this, I’m not to be seen equally.
This society is esoteric
A ‘fatal lie’, a ‘deadly truth’
It propogates such evil, and is the one to protest that it is ruth.
It cries for me and still mocks my death
For a few days later you’ll all forget, hundreds like me will come and go,
For we are all going to reap what we once did plow,
Years ago the seed was sown,
‘She is a woman, she has to be tamed and made to moan.’
Now live with it, and dance with joy,
See her being meddled with, like a cheap plastic toy.
For she is a girl, she deserves every bit of this,
For her’s is weak and Mightier is His !”
The recent Incident of Delhi Gang rape shivers the nation down the spine .Rape is much more a mental scar than physical injuries It makes me wonder is this the same society where goddess in the name of Laxmi,Durga and Kali are worshipped Somewhere we associate our families pride,izzat,samman with the women and its so easy to come and play it with .The girls trauma ,torture is disturbing ,barbaric and hey why this hell – just because she went to see a movie ,she took. a wrong bus?? .Any bastard can rape a girl and throw her out of moving bus? My head hangs in shame today when we call ourselves a developing country ,100 years of Delhi’s heritage and blah blah .It was her today ,it would be me tomorrow ,day after your own daughter .So just don’t sit back and ponder over the deteriorating law and order ,make yourself heard ,don’t let this outrage die down ,Media +citizens should pressurize the government to take a stern action ,Castrate the bloody bastards ,hang them so that next time someone even thinks about such act ,the treatment meted out to those bastards keeps them back

“They spoilt me ,I fought
They forced themselves upon me ,I fought
They laughed ,I shivered
I could see hundreds of people walking ,I screamed
I looked for darkness around ,I shrieked
I fought ,I fought and then surrendered
Surrendered amid those animals,their ghastly hands
And then I saw a light ,I saw my mom ,waving her hands through my hair
I saw my dad saying you are my princess
I cried,I cried and then closed my eyes…….
” Don’t tell your daughter to stay safe at home ,ask your son to behave properly “

And lastly some lines by "Farhan Akhtar" which i so wanted to share
"What is this country that i live in
with no equality
and quality of life differs from 
a husband to wife,boy to girl
Hey mister,are you the same
contributing to national shame
where is all of this going
what will emerge from these seeds that we are sowing
What is this country that i live in
that takes away her right to love
and brutalises with an iron glove
rapes her without fear
no justice for her tear
what do i m going to tell my daughter
that she is growing as a lamb to slaughter
we have got to make a chane

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