JUSTICE FOR JISHA
Some years have gone by when Nirbhaya gang rape happened and
I remember those were winter days, Christmas was near. Those were the days of
Christmas carols where we used to visit houses and sing songs celebrating the
arrival of our Lord. We would all travel in a bus to different places of our
city and when this news broke out, it was quite shocking for all of us. When I
went through the details and read about the sheer brutality a girl and a friend
had gone through, shivers ran down my spine. Somewhere I was thinking too much
about the matter, imagining the gruesome pain they might have gone through. My
mind kept thinking how can someone push an iron rod into a girl’s genitals, how
can someone be so cruel. The case was all around and then someone said, she was
raped so brutally that her intestines came out and I couldn’t stand it any
longer. In the bus, after the Christmas carols, still obsessed with the matter,
I just broke down and cried. My friends had no idea what happened and when I
told them the reason, some didn’t believe and some came and consoled me. It was
really terrible and I felt the same for days to come.
In the coming years, countless rapes have happened and they
have just became numbers for the common man, there is no feeling that a soul of
a girl has been butchered by someone. In those three years fighting my own
battles, I too grew up to become a bit insensitive. I started bothering less, I
stopped thinking about such matters, though the sadness was till there and
anger was buried deep within.
And now when I read about the rape and murder of this girl
Jisha, somewhere the same feeling is evoked in my mind. A daughter whose father
left her some years ago, a daughter brought up by her single mother. How much
the poor lady must have suffered to bring up her two daughters, living in a one
room house with hopes and aspirations for a better future, a better life ahead.
But everything was shattered on 28th april when Jisha was raped and
butchered mercilessly in broad day light, with numerable cuts in her body and
her private parts cut open. She screamed a lot for help, but her neighbours didn’t want to intervene. Respectful
people of the society cannot intervene in such matters. Alas her screams fell
on deaf ears. Her body immersed in a pool of blood was found by her mother, her
daughter whom she fed with love and care for all this years lay dead in front
of her own eyes. what to do , where to go she had no idea…her screams could be
heard in the neighbourhood and in the hospital.
I don’t know whom to blame, the cops, the society, the
politicians…I am quite confused in that matter but as a human being I was just
thinking, a girl’s whose father left at a young age, a girl whose mother
brought her up doing all kinds of manual labour, a girl who must have seen and
experienced the perils of life for all this years, she already must have gone through
a lot in life but somehow she still continued her studies and there was still
hope. Alas some creep entered her small world and trampled it brutally with his
cursed legs. How can life be so unfair with someone. As a society we couldn’t
make her life better, when she was alive but atleast we can seek justice for her. For she is dead now, a death she didn’t
deserve.
#JUSTICEFORJISHA
Yes it is so sad.....
ReplyDeleteV all hope for a change which never comes...painfully beautifully written
if we all become a good samaritan, how good the world would be, only love and mercy can make this world a better place to live in.....
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