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Don’t you think punishing a few rapists while giving legal assistance to the others is grave injustice?
There was a lot of excitement, a feeling of triumph that people felt when the crusaders of the Telangana rape case were killed in an encounter.
The feeling at large was that this should be the punishment meted out to all those who commit such ghastly crimes. But don’t you think punishing a few rapists while giving legal assistance to the others is grave injustice?
The media has been interviewing Nirbhaya’s mother to know her opinion on this. For god’s sake, what do you expect the mother of a rape victim to say when her daughter’s rapists are still been given a hearing in the court of law.
Why is there no uniformity of law in the country for all rapists?
The Telangana government has ordered for a 21 day start to finish the trial in such cases so why is that one state is doing it but the other is not?
One lobby is also questioning the Telangana Police encounter whether it was indeed genuine and if the trend of punishing the guilty in such a manner continues then the court of law would be of no value however the same lobby is not questioning the court of law delaying the final verdict in many such cases.
The supreme court is the most trusted court of law in our country. Kindly pass a uniform law that gives priority to such cases and define a period within which these cases should be closed giving a punishment no lesser than death if proven guilty.
We don’t want mothers of Nirbhaya waiting for justice and even worse giving statements about how they feel about it. How a mother feels about it can never be imagined!!!
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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.
Being a writer, Nivedita Louis recognises the struggles of a first-time woman writer and helps many articulate their voice with development, content edits as a publisher.
“I usually write during night”, says author Nivedita Louis during our conversation. Chuckling she continues,” It’s easier then to focus solely on writing. Nivedita Louis is a writer, with varied interests and one of the founders of Her Stories, a feminist publishing house, based in Chennai.
In a candid conversation she shared her journey from small-town Tamil Nadu to becoming a history buff, an award-winning author and now a publisher.
Nivedita was born and raised in a small town in Tamil Nadu. It was for schooling that she first arrived in Chennai. Then known as Madras, she recalls being awed by the city. Her love-story with the city, its people and thus began which continues till date. She credits her perseverance and passion to make a difference to her days as a vocational student among the elite sections of Madras.
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