A day that started with the news of brutal killing of a pregnant woman by her 'beloved' husband who forcibly delivered her and later threw the body of both baby and mother in a Rajasthan village.
The man was drunk when he did this devil's work. There were not a single sign of regreat on his face even when he was addressing the press outside the police station.
Cut to the southern part of the country; Kerala-once the most educated state of India, a 13-yr old girl refused to go home from school and told a horror story of abuse.
The girl was raped by her own father, uncle and 15-yr old elder brother for over two years.
Both the incident was the example of much-discussed and 'very common' incident of crime against women in our shining India in this 21st century. How many people will rememberthese two incidents.After watching the news they will switch off the TV and will engage themselves in their daily routine. These are not a separate incidents at least not
in my profession where days starts with rape, abuse and ends with honour killings. But today was different as the day haunted me even when I was loaded with work.
In both the incidents victims were victimised at their own home and by their own people. Father, husband, brother- those most reliable realtionships which were meant to
protect those ill-fated girls, actually spoiled and killed them.
Why our society, which worships women in the name of Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswati and others is not ready to respect us as a common human. Why our society can not understand
that we are also combination of flesh and bloode . We also feel physical and mental pain. But even now when we girls have proven our skills in every area of profession and also managing
our personal life with smile and stamina then also society is not even ready to give us our own place.
Every day when we travel in bus or visit crowded area, a fear always haunt us that may an unnamed hand touch our private body parts. Generally we avoid that touch and try our best to keep ourselves stay away from that unnamed hands. It haunts us even when when we are sleeping.
