i was kind of taken aback while reading the newspaper sunday morning…and now i am sad to notice that there lives an animal in all of us who can stoop so low... it is disgusting to notice that even in the 21st century india, there remain some practices, which make us look no better than the barbaric neanderthals... i wonder if they were this inhumane...
i m no kiran bedi...neither do i share the same wavelength with the so-called feminists...but the example cited above makes me puke... how do people make others think that there are things like dayans, witches and all? i am actually not sure why this word was ever introduced in the dictionary and how it cropped up in our lingua franca... how do they justify their choices, and hell, who gives them the right to speak in such a manner about any other human being?
something that makes me shiver is the kind of treatment meted out to these poor women... how do you justify feeding people excreta? how can you force women to parade naked in the village?
i am sure these people have no family...neither were they born of a mother, nor do they have a wife or daughter...for people who have ever touched a woman can't force another to such humiliation...
i remember i once saw a 70-odd-year-old woman at roadside seeking alms...her son, around 40, was kicking her...i ran...hit him in the back...punched the back of his head as he met the ground face-first...and ran away... i came back home and cried a lot... i had just lost my grandmother few days back... nine years have passed by... still, if i see someone suffering like that, i lose my mind... i don't know what i did was right or wrong, and i don't really care, but i had felt satisfied then...
why then we can't protest against such heinous crimes against humanity?
look into yourselves people... remember the first time you slept in your mother's lap... remember the first girl friend who held your hand... remember the wife you have held in your arms tightly against your chest... remember the first kiss you planted on your kids' forehead... remember the first time your daughter called you ma/papa...
do you still feel nothing? may be you have lost it then... or do you feel a cold shiver running through your spine? stand up then...do something...
most of us think what shall we do...or what will happen if i alone take on the crusade? people in distant villages can't read... they don't speak... don't understand anything on their own... what will blogposts like this change?
for the way i see it... if i can speak about it...and you can lend your voice too... we will be loud enough...louder than the villains... and audible enough for the herd of sheep to hear and understand...
