Delhi gang rape.

I was a bit lazy to push aside things and make some time to jot down those that shook my mind ‘even’ as an FB status. In that, one was Sachin’s retirement. Of course, he won’t play forever. But still all of a sudden when his retirement was announced, I went through a very silly course of disturbance like any young man who grew up hearing about Sachin’s records and centuries since kindergarten. Yet, my laziness was strong enough to overwhelm that silly course of disturbance and keep me sit idle even as my friends filled Facebook with posts, pictures and video of Sachin. Everywhere Sachin..!!!

But then the next thing happens today. The 23-year-old gang-rape victim passed away this morning. I can hardly bear the agitation this mayhem has triggered. This was something beyond the circumference of humanity around me. Unbearable!! We were there with Sachin for the past 23 years of his career. My one silly post is negligible regarding his retirement. But this girl who unknown to us all and who became our sister gaining all our prayers… I think I’m obliged at least to let some space in my Aphorisms for her even though it won’t bring in a change a mild breeze would bring. 

Dear GOI, the way you deal with the protestors can only help the people of India to transmigrate from voters to terrorists or naxalites. It’s a shame. Is it for this freedom those generations’ kept shedding lives for 200 years? For God’s sake, understand..!!!

Whatever is your sign or your flag’s color, those in a position, who fear to react or whose blood doesn't boil seeing and hearing these atrocities are impotent. Or maybe you are much worse than these criminals. You still managed to set your blood ‘cold’ as ever even as something that stirred the hearts of all Indian’s happened. Thanks a lot to the Indian media world by the way. They did not dare to bring out Sachin’s retirement to sink down this issue.

I can’t complain about her death. I would say its better she died rather being a live martyr and wishing to have died.

To finish this just as a mere Facebook status won’t satisfy me. Not that spreading some words makes me feel better. I’m disturbed...totally and thoroughly like the thousands of brave protestors down there in my country.

I don’t know which way to choose to show my protest. Should I go out and kill. Like any Indian, I’m also ready to breach the so called ‘circumference’ of humanity and kill. But whom to kill? Will that bring some kind of an improvement? No..!! The change is something that needs to come from within. Such an incident is not the first of its kind to be so disquieted. At least, let the perpetrators receive their punishment in the public. Let India keep the heritage and traditions aside for some time and perform an atrocious form of punishment that would be a warning for any perverted souls born.

I don’t know her. But she is related to me by the universal bond of humanity, I hear that loud yell of a sister then a mother… that’s what disturbs me the most. The agony she went through… The agony which that mother have to live with for the rest of her life… That’s what brings the moisture in my eyes… Even a prayer, for her soul to rest in peace will be an irony…