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Are we getting desensitized to the concept of 'rape'? Rape happens because of rapists, hence, let's stop the victim blaming and address the root cause.
Are we getting desensitized to the concept of ‘rape’? Rape happens because of rapists, hence, let’s stop the victim blaming and address the root cause.
“A rape happens more because of a female than a male.” A by default considered truth in our nation.
Her short dress excites him, her exposed body gives him an adrenaline rush.
If she is seen on streets after 8 pm, it’s only natural that she gets molested.
If she is goofing around with a guy, why not even we give her a try?
Yes, these are the “KNOWN CAUSES” of rape. But wait, what’s popping up in the news?
“An 8 month baby got raped and the nation’s capital is in anguish.”
Now people, tell me what is the cause of this heinous act? No late night, No boyfriend, No sexy dress but yet she is brutally molested!
This time too, the RAPIST is the only cause of the molestation.
The victim’s family is working on hand to mouth basis. So, they asked her 28 year old cousin to babysit their infant in their absence. Toilet, (these days rains), and a boy’s erection come uncalled for and uninvited. On just the sight of a girl, the guy started imagining vagina. Vagina- a free of cost weapon for guys to satisfy their sexual urge. He put his finger in her little hole and kept molesting her till she started bleeding profusely. I wonder how his vulgar hands didn’t shiver when he committed this monstrous act?
The girl at this tender age, is laden with stitches and needles when actually she should be just listening to lullabies in the cradle.
When the entire nation was blabbering whether a film should be named PADMAAVAT or PADMAAVATI, nobody was bothered about the girl in the present, the girl who has barely lived.
A 10-year-old in some corner of the country gets pregnant after being raped, but what we still care about is what Taimur had for lunch!
The bottom line is, we are getting desensitized to the concept of rape and these days, not even the rape of young children is making us rise into a agitated hue and cry!
We are getting used to letting the vagina to be used as a toy.
We are getting habituated to being afraid when sitting in a cab in the middle of night.
And it is this adaptability which is leading to further perpetuating of the rape culture and the culture of victim shaming.
Why can’t we raise our voices against the lenient laws against rape in the country?
Why can’t we stand together and bring a revolution?
It is high time we stop protecting our vaginas and instead, we need to stop allowing these monsters to wander freely with their criminal dicks.
Let us put a ban on getting our soul murdered.
Let us raise a slogan- “Hang the ‘dick’ or cut off his dick.”
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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