A World Where Safety is a Distant Dream

Winter has set in, very abruptly. One morning, when I woke up, it was unusually cold. Like, very perceptibly cold. And when the same happened the next day, it was supposed to mean that winter had arrived. Well, winter or not, there is no respite from the sweltering heat during the rest of the day!

Anyhow, I don’t intend to delve deeper into small talk. Getting straight to the point, all of a sudden, I feel like I’m being pelted with news/stories of brutalities. First, I was emotionally perturbed since I was reading Lucky. And then, there was the Connecticut

Victims of the shootings at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut and Nancy Lanza and her son Adam

Victims of the shootings at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut and Nancy Lanza and her son Adam

massacre last week. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. While reading the news article, I felt confused, helpless and terrified. Not terrified by the incident, terrified by man. Has the world come to such a situation that any random person (mentally unstable or not) can just go around killing innocent people? Kinda makes you wonder how sane the person next to you is. Just in case they decide to pull out a gun and shoot you down (and NO, I am not joking…James Holmes & Adam Lanza should serve as enough evidence). [Another recent incident I found while googling]

On Sunday, I watched Talaash, a new Bollywood movie starring Aamir Khan, Rani Mukherjee and Kareena Kapoor. It is a mystery thriller, revolving around the red-light district in Mumbai. Apart from having an excellent script, acting, dialogues and cinematography, the movie was emotionally gripping for me. Even after nearly a week, it still hasn’t left my mind. It led me to think very deeply about sex workers and their lives. Like Kareena’s character mentions in the movie, they are not even counted as part of the population and nobody cares about what happens to them.

And, just when I was slowly getting over it and falling back into the routine, I hear of this gang-rape that happened in Delhi. A 23-year

Follow the image link to read another moving post

Follow the image link to read another moving post

old girl was gang-raped in a moving bus in India’s capital city, brutally tortured, stripped and thrown out of the bus, along with the male friend who had been with her. The doctors testify that they have never seen such brutality on a victim of sexual assault. The girl has undergone a few surgeries, doctors hope she will recover but then, even if she does, she won’t be able to lead a normal life. Thanks to a bunch of demons who were too blind to see the suffering they were inflicting on another human being.

When I read about this incident, more than hurt or anger, I felt mentally weak and numb. Like I was weary, fed up, irritated at the government, people, everyone for letting it happen over and over again. I hadn’t known much of the gruesome details but happened to come across this FB post. I’m disgusted, appalled and numbed by shock. I try to create the situation in my head but, whatever I do, I cannot understand how a man could do something so destructive, let alone the thought of 5 others supporting and joining him.

I don’t know much about the girl. I don’t even know her name. But, like me, she was a young girl, who had dreams and aspirations for her life ahead…all of it shattered within hours. I can imagine the pain and torment she must have gone through, even though my imagination would be nowhere near what she actually endured. Come another controversy, and we might forget this girl, she will recede in our memories as the victim of the Delhi gang-rape. But I hope she pulls through, lives (in the true sense of the word), and does it with a strength that will put her rapists to shame. I hope she fulfills all those dreams that seem broken now, and retrieves the happiness that seems lost to her now.

I’m not vain enough to think that my blog post or FB update or heated discussions can actually make a big impact. But whatever impact it may create, I need to react. And this is my way of reacting, raising my voice against such atrocities and supporting the girl.

Hoping for a safer, better, brighter future ahead…[sounds too cliché? I haven’t completed the sentence]…for every girl in the country! 🙂

The Appalling Sin (??)…of accepting your Sexuality (or lack of it, as the case maybe!!)

A very long title…but interesting, nevertheless… 😀 and of course, quite curiosity-arousing!

Last day, while googling a book, I happened to come across a blog. I read through a couple of the posts and found it extremely interesting. One thing that caught my attention was the writer’s acknowledgment of the fact that she is asexual. Well, I should say I was really surprised. It was the first time I was reading about an asexual person…and I was interested in knowing more about them – their feelings, thoughts, how they realized their ‘asexuality’, problems they face, so on. And as usual, that led me to thinking up a LOT! I realized it wouldn’t be so easy for me to find people like that because they just don’t admit something like this so openly. And that is exactly the reason why I want to know more – because nobody ever comes out with it, if their sexuality is different. Different from what? From normal? Who defined normal, anyway?

I respect and admire the blogger for having been frank about her sexuality. I wish more people would gather the courage to do that. To be honest, I don’t see why others make such a big deal out of all this… So what if someone is asexual? At the end of the day, you enjoy sex and they don’t. Is that a big deal? A sin..or a crime? Is that really something so significant as to set them apart from the rest of us, claiming they aren’t really normal?

They say it’s a free world. Doesn’t one have the liberty to choose one’s own orientation, even? Why are we denied of something so basic? Especially after all the hype about legalizing homosexual/bisexual relationships and stuff… I really do not think much has changed. Yeah, maybe it is legal now. But does it reduce the disgrace that a person like that is subjected to (with special reference to the Indian culture, particularly Keralite)?

I believe your sexuality is purely and absolutely your personal choice…something as personal as stating your likes, dislikes or interests. You don’t have to be ashamed, depressed or dejected because you are different. Just believe in what you are, admit it confidently. I know it’s not possible to just tell someone a fact like this. But it’s time we actually came out of that stereotyped thinking.

It’s weird but so true. Tell someone you are homosexual/bisexual/asexual/whatever and they have this I-can’t-believe-you-said-that look on their face… as if you just confessed you are a terrorist/rapist/murderer…as if hearing that would have been somehow more natural and believable than the other. Sometimes, I feel many of us are forced to be heterosexuals because of the pressure we would otherwise have to face from the society. There are times when I’m dubious myself about which category I fall into. 😀

I hope, someday soon, the world will be a better place for all those who are different in their sexuality/orientation…a world where they and their personal choices will be respected and accepted.