Delhi Gang Rape

Few days back a girl has been brutally raped by six men one after another. This shameful incident happened in the capital of India, Delhi. Rape is not just a physical and sexual harassment but more of a mental torture as rapists can walk in the gardens of society but the girl who has been raped has to hide her face behind the veil if at all she fights back to live again.

But the question arises, ‘How can men rape?’  Some men are retards maybe, a few of them may not have been taught moral education about how to be like a gentleman and they don’t understand the sentiments of this very life. If these men can understand that every woman is the creator of this nation and whatever they did is a sin and they’ll not be forgiven by anybody on this globe not even by themselves.

The whole nation is protesting for the rapists to be hanged till death. But hanging those six rapists is not the solution to fight against rape (or for such matter any injustice or crime done) and fighting doesn’t mean merely killing those six rapists. No not at all, we should look forward to curb the word ‘rape’ from our society. It is not about giving the rapists a lesson of their lifetime, it is about awakening of the human race for the protection of ‘the creators of us’. Women in any society should be respected & protected because they created us and they will continue to shape the world we live in.

In the last few days, 80% of the nation have made their profile picture a black dot on various social networking websites and merely putting a black dot of shame you can’t bring awakening in the soul of the nation. The people who rapes are of course lower section of society who need to be educated the morals of society and none of them ever used social networks. It’s good to see black dots all around but does it made the right impact?

The Delhi Police has reacted so aggressively that many protesters had been beaten up by the police to control the mob which almost collapsed the normal functioning of the city. The capital of India was forced to stop functioning normally. A protest is for the happening of good cause, the change for the future generation of any nation not for collapsing the smooth functioning of the nation. In the mean time a police constable (Shubash Tomar) died while evacuating the mob and the death of the constable is still a mystery to the whole nation. The brutal rape, the mysterious death of the constable and the protest against the death penalty of the rapists has stirred the nation emotionally.

I firmly believe that the rapists should not be hanged and they should be given last chance to prove them gentlemen but yes after their punishment according to the court of law for their brutal inhuman act. We should look at the bigger picture of bringing in reforms about our conscience about not letting the inhuman act happen further in any country. The police can’t assure safety & security of each citizen rather I believe that everyone should beware that anything un-happening can happen with us anytime. If the jungle is silent that doesn’t mean that there are no tigers in the forest. By saying this I am not being judgmental or otherwise, criticisms are always welcomed.

It's a Human Reaction

It’s a human reaction,

To blow the face when there’s some action.

Mere se tu kabhi panga na lena,

Lena se pehle tu daar se milna.

Fear will tell you who I am?

It will show you the terror of my name.

Soch le agar tu fir bhi na samjha,

Maar maar k me faar dalunga.

Oh god! Oh god! Bol k tu royega.

Hospital me tu mahino soyega.

If you don’t want your broken bones,

You come to me with gaddis of cash.

When I’ll see your trembling face,

I’ll let you go with my merciful grace.

Dosto ka dost hoon, yaaro ka yaar.

Raham me karunga dil faar faar.

Dosti me toh jaan bhi dunga,

Dusmani ki toh sachi jaan le lunga.

It’s a human reaction,

To spread some compassion. 

Reflections

 

Going back to the year of 2008, this year I have finished my schooling but I didn’t pass with flying colours. The day my results were out I was more of afraid than being excited unlike my friends & their parents and of course my parents as well, because somewhere I knew my exam was not up to the mark to as of my friends. Well, I can justify my poor performance but that would not change the grades I scored or the unhappiness I have seen in my parent’s eyes. My parents wanted me to pursue engineering but with the marks I have scored, no decent engineering college would allow me to sit for their entrance exam. But I’ve to go to my college the same year, so I decided to take admission in a business administration college situated in Kolkata. I thank god that I’ve at least passed my school exams & got into some college and moved on with hopes & blessings from my parents & god.

Kolkata was completely a new city for me to live in. Well, Kolkata is the cheapest metro ever India has seen but unfortunately the dirtiest metro too. Most of the things in or of Kolkata were new to me that time, the City Centres, the Metro Railways, the Park Street restaurants, the overcrowded local trains, the cacophonous traffic-jams, the historical buildings & temples, the crowd of Esplanade and not to forget the beautiful bong girls sometimes in tight jeans showing the curves of their buttock and sometimes the modest beauty in Sari. This city made me learn many new aspects of life, like, very few people get the opportunity to do something good and when you get the opportunity don’t let it go waste but capitalise it. This city made a competitive bloke, the competition without any variable results but satisfaction, the satisfaction of the untold competition between us which made me realise my life in a certain way. As each day passed, I grew old with this city knowing some happenings in and around it, it was like that, this city has started to remove the veil from its face and let me know its secrets. The impacts of the happenings around the city were both good and bad depending upon how the people there perceived the situation. The funniest thing about this city is about Bengalis (I’m a Bengali too), they will argue with non-Bengalis keeping a safe distance so that their face doesn’t get any blows. Honestly, this is a beautiful place to live in and rest one’s life.

My three years of college passed in no time. I started to give home tuitions from which I could earn enough pocket money, the best time pass you can do where you can earn money and respect and capacity too. Thankfully got few jewels of life, my classmates cum friends without whom those three years would have been a waste. The professors who given their time religiously for the lectures, most of them were good at making us understand the concept of the subject, thank you all for your effort and helping me and my friends pass our graduation with decent scores. There were times I have been through bad times, and then my friends gave me sympathy and empathy too.

After finishing college, most of my friends went for their MBA, though my close friends wanted a job somewhere. I gave an interview, can’t make it through. I was happy instead being unselected in the interview, I never wanted to do a job and moreover I was not prepared for any job right then. One of my friends was too desperate for a job, he searched for a week or so then finally got a decent one and forced me to join. I went for the walk-in interview but with a condition applied, that we will leave within 5-6 months and go for MBA together. TCS, it was and for a month I have to go through an initial training, it was a good experience, I got the “Silver Certificate” and declared ‘Silver Performer’ out of the 30 freshers who joined TCS based on my performance in the training. Then the main work to be done in the office started just after my training, mine was completely a night shift job. That was not at all a problem for me, nor was the work done on the floor but yes, my boss to some extent. I hated her unnecessary screams at under performers, they needed to be guided and taught in a different way to minimise their errors, screaming doesn’t help always in MNCs. I tried to help my co-workers, understanding how they want to learn things and what the best way to make them learn is, keeping them at peace. They learned the process slowly, but they learnt by heart. I earned most of my co-worker’s love and respect, and I respected them back. The one thing which is important in an organisation apart from working is, being observant and responding accordingly, follow this rule you’ll rise big in any organisation. I left the organisation in around 6 months, while working my day become night and night become my day, a vice-versa routine of a normal human being. On the last working day during the last hours, everybody gathered and to my surprised and asked me to say a few words, ‘I enjoyed working with you guys.’ I said. I couldn’t say much, a flow of emotional feelings rushed through me, a lump in my throat. Some of my co-employees will be always remembered, they’re in my heart.

We together gave the entrance exams and applied to the same colleges, gave our GD/PI together and got selected in a decent college in Pune. This is mid of 2012.