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Friday, 20 July 2012

Shameful

"Be careful about how you dress... Aping the west blindly is eroding our culture and causing such crimes to happen."  -National Commission for Women (NCW) chairperson Mamta Sharma's.


I was appalled at the statement issued by the chairperson of a committee supposedly responsible for fighting for the rights of women in India. This very attitude of blaming the victim instead of the perpetrator has made it increasingly difficult to find a solution for this rampant crime. Newspapers, TV reports and magazines are filled with news about Eve teasing, molestation, rape, harassment and other atrocities committed against women. Despite that, an accusing finger is pointed at the person who has been violated instead of the criminal. 


Let me, for a minute agree with the Mamta Sharma's viewpoint that provocative dressing is an open invitation to men which arouses and instigates them to treat women like objects. How would you justify the sexual abuse of innocent children-some as young as a few months old? If wearing a burqa is a solution to protect women, what about children? The sad truth is that women-young, old, pretty, ugly, educated, illiterate, rich, poor, employed, housewife, handicapped, mentally ill, pregnant, diseased-all are susceptible to sexual assault and are subjected to it as though they deserve it. 


The recent incident of a French diplomat repeatedly sexually abusing his 2 year old daughter sends a chill down the spine. We live in a world where a woman is not safe even in her own house and this is shameful. Walking on the street, in public transport, malls, offices and even in their own homes, women constantly have to be on their guard lest some animal might take advantage of them. In case they do fall prey to such unfortunate incidents, society does not have any qualms in raising questions about the character of the victim, their dressing etc. Where is the focus on identifying the criminal and meting out a deserving punishment to them? Is there anything done at all to help the victim who has been scarred for life? Why do we make the victim feel that somehow it was all their fault? 

A 13 year old girl gets raped and delivers a child as a result of this and her school coolly hands her a Transfer Certificate. It is this mentality that prevents the victim from ever recovering from the incident as they are stigmatized instead of being offered any help.Teaching men to respect women instead of treating them like public property would definitely address the issue. But I know how deeply rooted this idea of women being inferior, weaklings and sex objects is in the psyche of men. I fear that it is next to impossible to even fathom a day when such notions will be changed. However, I do hope and pray that there will come a day when society stops treating this as the victims fault and gives them a fair chance to come out of the trauma. These crimes represents all that is base in the human nature and shows the level to which one human can inflict pain and suffering on the other. 



Every morning, I walk out of my house with a prayer on my lips that I reach home safely in the evening without having to encounter any of the animals who walk among us disguised as men. I shudder when some man crosses me on the street. The numerous incidents that I have experienced and read/heard about have trained me to think that almost anytime, anyone could turn out to be a person who will take advantage of the fact that I'm a woman. I know this is a very negative approach but for a woman there is no such thing as being too careful.

Thursday, 12 July 2012

Miss you!

How much a person affects you and your life is understood truly and completely only when the person is away from us.

V has flown to the US and I'm alone here.

I wish I could tell him in words just how much I miss having him around. No amount of talking, chatting or busying myself helps. All my mind wants to do is focus on the fact that he is away from me. Sure, I'm going to see him after some days-35 to be precise. That is no consolation for the misery I feel. And 35 days seems like some day in the next era. I pretend to be happy, busy, casual and even unaffected. I do not want people around me to notice this emptiness in me. I want to portray an image of a strong woman, but pretending is tough.

It's surprising how the mind works in its own mysterious ways to connect unrelated events or things back to the one you sorely miss at that point in time. It seems as though the mind is deriving a sadistic pleasure in seeing you go weak at such moments.

I read the newspaper and suddenly wish he was here to share a news item. As I talk to a friend and hear some gossip, I get eager to go back home in the evening to share the story with him, only to be reminded the next minute that I'd have to wait for almost a month more to narrate this. Not finding him next to me the first thing in the morning is unsettling. Just how an I going to get used to this?

Somehow, nothing can fill the void that his absence has created in my life. Music, family, friends, work-none of these can ever take his place. Until the minute I saw him enter the departure lounge at the airport, I never imagined the intensity of the pain his absence would cause me.

For a year now, I have developed a habit of constantly keeping him updated about me and every action, event and every thought that crosses my mind. Now it feels as if I did not know of an existence before him.

It has only been 2 days since he left and it seems like forever. I'm struggling to keep myself together. I know I'll get through this. However, not without wishing this would be the last time I'd ever have to stay away from him.

Distance does make the heart grow fonder. And sadder!