Showing posts with label rape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rape. Show all posts

Friday, February 6, 2015

Ground Reality Of Love Jihad




The current Jihad against Love - for that is indeed what has gripped the imaginative fervour of the Hindu Right and its luxuriant undergrowths and counterparts - is only the latest and most visible instance of a virulent Indian misogyny. From its beginnings in the south to its tentacular spread in the north, the thick smoke screen of "love jihad" - by which Muslim men are alleged to have designs on Hindu women of an entirely dishonorable kind - disguises a far more familiar face, one that even many Muslims will recognise. It is a deep seated fear among many sections of Indian men that too many Indian women have taken control of their lives at a much faster pace than expected, show little patience for strictures of the past, and therefore need to be taught a quick lesson, and kept in place. What better strategy than to create a fear which will unite a seriously fractured society, and bring it back to its familiar, hierarchical whole?

At the least, two sets of recent developments have stoked the fears of an Indian patriarchy that is firmly entrenched in rich soils of religion, caste, region and class. December 16, 2012 ended the silence of women about sexual violence and harassments in schools, colleges, work places and even households. Angry, voluble Indian women showed no reluctance in taking journalists, slum dwellers, uncles, fathers, judges and teachers to court, or before sexual harassment committees. She talked, she argued, she wrote and she organised against that which had for too long been cloaked in the mysteries of silence.

Even more difficult for not only men but for some women too to accept were the recent signs of men and women breaking free of the stifling binds of the  official kinship. There was much publicised violence with which the Khap Panchayat reinserted women, and some men, into kinship relationships which they had rejected. To take some liberties with Foucault, an older "symbolis of blood" appeared to be giving way, slowly but surely, to a new "analytics of sex". The bloody violence of Khap Panchayat has been a warfare between generations and also between genders - beleaguered older and very Hindu patriarchs versus the young men and women who risked a great deal in dreaming of caring, sharing partners and a less hierarchical life. The ferocity of Khap Panchayat attacks on these men and women, and prevarications of a state which did not doubt the moral authority of these actions, has done a little to deter these daily transgressions.

These kind of developments could not have come at a worse time for those whose generational and gender authority is being challenged. The time was ripe for fostering a new and more threatening fantasy to bring the strays back to the fold. As long as the fantasies of inter-caste or cross-caste relationships were confined to the silver screens, women's 'khushi' was not interrupted. Real women are another matter - they are often "loved" to death by men who, once spurned, wield the axe, knife or acid bottle with deadly skill. Indian cinema has nurtured this version of loving, a unidirectional flow of feelings from man to woman, whose outcomes - eventual female acquiescence - are always predicted.

On the other hand, Indian feminism's very success has produced some contradictory outcomes. An ever eager and sophisticated state has altered its laws, policies and plans to accommodate the language of women's aspirations. The corporate world has found it convenient to borrow the language of feminism to reach a large and ready pool of independent consumers. For some time now, International Women's Day has been another hallmark moment. For a while, even Hindu right wing parties chose to adopt the slogans and battle cries of Indian feminism. Yet, the public life is replete with irresponsible utterances and outrageous actions, no protocols of political correctness are observed by the loose-lipped parliamentarians or legislators, judges or journalists, since there is no accompanying political cost.

Quite simply, many Indian women are no longer the passive bearers of caste, religious, ethnic or other meaning - but the makers of the meaning. That is surely a cause for dismay among those who feel their grip is loosening. Large numbers of women have gained a measure of independence, freedom from domestic tyrannies, and have won some economic and legal liberty. Straw polls, discouraging editorials and sensational headlines notwithstanding, these hard-won gains will not be diminished.

Hence need for a clarion call to place all Hindu women under a protection they did not demand; back to a lock up where they will be safe from the dangers of independent thinking and action. We should therefore take heart in these difficult times from the courage shown by judges of the Delhi High Court in naming a clear and present danger to married women, the matrimonial home. The judges, who have noted the frequency with which husbands are convicted for murder - no less than one in ten murder cases - have declared that even the streets of a dangerous city like Delhi may be safer for women than the private sphere of the home. This is a damning indictment indeed of a space which is constantly being saved from the vividly imagined dangers of "love and companionship".

Friday, December 21, 2012

Stolen Dreams - Lifetime Of Death !







Rape is not just a women's issue. It's about men who stop behaving like human beings and start behaving like animals.

On 16 December 2012, a physiotherapy student, with a male friend of hers was on her way to home after watching 'The Life Of Pie', and her life changed forever. When the couple boarded a chartered bus at about 9 pm, a group of men who were on bus began harassing her, asking why she was out late with a man. When her friend tried to intervene, he was gagged and then hit with an iron rod. Six men then hit the girl with the same iron rod and gang raped her while the driver kept the bus moving. At about 11 pm, the couple was thrown naked onto the road, out of the moving bus.

The couple was lying on the road, hurt and nude for around an hour. The girl's vagina and her small and large intestines are totally damaged, and she won't be able to live a married or normal life. The doctor treating her said, "In my career of twenty years, I have never seen such brutality. I cannot describe in words, what this girl has gone through, it pains me while thinking about it." The girl has gone in coma five times since 16 December. She is unconscious, critical and crying nonstop. Her only fault is that she is a girl and that too living in a city like Delhi. The boy on the other hand has not gone through much physically, but mentally and emotionally he was raped too. He had to watch his friend get raped in front of him, and he was helpless to do anything for her. For the rest of his life, the guilt of not able to save his friend of a dreadful fate will haunt him.

The most astonishing verdict is of Delhi's Chief Minister, Mrs Sheila Dixit, who delivered justice by cancelling the license of the bus. Thank you very much Sheila! You have delivered an excellent justice in a short time. The victim, that girl who is fighting the battle between life and death, will always remember and cherish your justice, provided if she survives. Personally, I felt ashamed to hear such a statement. And it's a pity, that you cannot understand a woman's pain being a woman yourself.

I am wondering, if the rape took one hour to destroy the girl's life, then why not one hour for the judiciary to punish those accused of the henious crime? I am scared for my mom, my sister, my friends and I am dead scared to father a girl child.

Socially we are finished, especially Delhi. The attitude is such that even common men fully in their senses, behave shamelessly with women and relish smart comments made by them in bus, metro or public areas with a wry smile. We are simply a bit different in looks from Taliban, but in barbarism we surpass them by leaps and folds. Delhi is no longer 'DIL WALON KI DILLI', now it only breeds money, liquor, guns and real estate. Ironically, it is the capital of the country, with the parliament in the middle of everything. Talking about morals is now the worst thing to ever speak of. Don't we see erudite fluent english and hindi speaking gentry in khadi defending scams of crores, smiling their ways to CBI questioning and waving while coming out. Don't we see doctorates of economics feebly defending corruption and money laundering? I think, we will have to very soon head towards arab spring or something like that for true democracy, against our democracy which has long been hijacked by the lobbyists and anti socials.

The way things are going in Delhi, I am sure, soon Delhi Metro will announce, "Next station is MOLESTATION, all female passengers are advised to take care of their clothes, and are warned that staying close to the doors might cost them their lives, but staying in Delhi will definitely ruin them and rob them of their respect, integrity and sanity, and make their life a curse to live. Please be careful!"

Everytime I read or hear news regarding this incident, I get hurt, feel that pain. Will protesting get back that girl's life? Will her pain end? I don't know what's right or wrong at this very moment, but ANOTHER GIRL, ANOTHER STORY, ANOTHER PIECE OF NEWS, fifteen days of hot topic and a gossip for people, two days of protests and candle marches, and a lifetime of PAIN FOR PARENTS, and a LIVING DEATH FOR THE GIRL.

I hope the very brave girl and her friend have a speedy recovery and the sociopaths are hanged to death. But, I don't know why, this time I seriously want to do something concrete about this. But, in a democracy like India, majority rules, so I need the support of all the responsible citizens of India, to put an end to this mayhem. I promise, 'You give me your support and strength, and I will give you SAFE INDIA.'

All those who want to contact me, can mail me on 'loveguru9@gmail.com'.