Hello. You there, I am talking to you. Your eight-year old daughter has been crying since yesterday, hasn’t she? She is not telling you the reason? Have you asked properly? What? She said that a man had touched her inappropriately? Do you know she is feeling disgusted right now? Disgusted that a man of her father’s age could look at her that way. Are you okay with that? Aren’t you angry? Don’t you want to kill that beast?
And you? Yes, you are the father of a seventeen year old girl, aren’t you? Have you ever wondered why she never calls a taxi when she is alone? Precaution you think? Haha. No it’s the cure. Ask her. Look into her eye and ask her. So? What did she say? Oh I see, a taxi-driver had once aimed for something more than her wallet. Your daughter Mister. The daughter whom you protect with all your might. She has now got her memory all tainted. You failed in protecting her. Are YOU okay with that? Don’t you want revenge?
Ahh, Sir. Mr. MLA. How have you been? You have a daughter too right? You remember that night?
That night when you shut the mouth of the lawyer fighting for a girl who had been raped and cut into pieces? At nine o’ clock when you strangulated a mother’s heart and set fire to the raped girl’s soul, seven men were closing up on your daughter. But you didn’t hear her helpless screams, did you? She paid for your sins. She will never look at you the way she looked when she was six. Ouch. That hurt? Yeah? Then hurt them back.
Well, well, Mr. Judge. Your son and your step-daughter go to the same college don’t they. Okay, close your eyes. Go on. Now imagine a boy, drunk, with few of his friends, following a girl in a salwar. She is getting uncomfortable sensing a bunch of boys checking her out. Pardon my language, but that’s what it is called. Now they ambush her from behind. She runs but they easily keep up. One pulls her hand and pounces on her touching her….you don’t want the rest. Now rewind a little. That boy. That’s your son. And that girl? Your daughter. How do you feel? Nauseated? But then you had happily released those rapists after a bit of counseling hadn’t you? Then, you might as well support rape. Oh no don’t get angry Mr. Judge, I don’t want to make you angry. Your hands were tied by law? Then change it. Break the neck of those who say otherwise.
Fight on. Don’t let them live OR die in peace. The animals who were behind the three Nirbhayas in Delhi, Kerala and Assam, who are behind those 92 daily rapes in India. That is the statistics. Yes. The law is against us. The law-makers are against us. Then be it. We, the people, we are enough to protect ourselves. Just don’t let the fire die. Do NOT forget or forgive just this once. Let our souls, for once burn in the fire of vengeance.
