So judgement has been passed on the Nirbhaya case. There has been mixed reactions from the general public, some rejoicing the justice finally delivered, some regretting the few that walks free. But almost all are in unison in believing they deserved death penalty. It is an easy judgement to pass, such deviants deserve no place in the society, heck not even on the face of earth. They don’t deserve the basic right to life since they are not human, they are an outcast- outside of social boundaries and bear no semblance to any of us in the society. But by assuming they are outside our moral and social domain, are we overlooking something?
The devils that did this are not monolithic tombs of aberration. It is not purely bestial lust that caused this nor is it solely criminal tendency. It is a concoction of several social malice such as male chauvinism, social inequality, moral deprivation colluding with individual traits of these animals. Such disease exists in all of us, walks among us in plain sight. But by training our swords on a single crime, we are turning a blind eye to all such illness. By alienating the rapists, we fail to acknowledge the inherent devils within us.
Even today, the first advise that comes out of such ghastly event is that women should dress less provocatively. A girl is judged more readily than a guy against a pile of moral etiquette designed by a patriarchal society. Etiquette that treats them as property and designed to minimize that property loss. Whereas a guys moral etiquette begins only so far as his actions interferes with another person, a girls etiquette is rigid in defining what she can or cannot do with herself. Because she is a property.
And that judgmental and condescending attitude permeates everywhere, from respectable families to bottom-fed criminals. That attitude which manifests as condescension in the civilized will manifest as violence in radicals and social outcasts. I see no difference between the rapists and those culture mafias who attack women in parties, advice them on the length of their skirt. Their attitude is the same, only its manifestation is different.
Finally the topic of capital punishment. Whether any crime justify capital punishment or not, is a different topic of discussion. Whether capital punishment for rape would help? I think not. The reason such crimes still exist is not because the punishment is lax but because people think they will not get caught. Time after time, studies suggest that improving the efficiency of law enforcement is a greater deterrent for crimes than the severity of punishment.
We should have the courage to deny ourselves the gratification of such simple punishments, to expose the wound and dig into our moral fabric to clean it. Let us not rejoice at justice done, for justice will not undo the dead. There is more at stake here. For every Nirbhaya for whom we shed tears, there are thousands of other silent victims with no hope in the horizon, too afraid to shout, too suppressed to flex.
Do we need excessive violence and media frenzy to warrant our attention? Do we just boil at the extremes and tolerate the therebetween? What have we done for the rest? The road to victory is not just of tightening of a noose, but of slackening of in-numerous knots of social malign. If we acknowledge victory, we give up the struggle. Instead let us use the judgement to remind ourselves of the challenging path ahead.
1429 days is a long time, unless you are in Jupiter where it would just be one-third of a year. But that is exactly how long it took me to muster enough boredom to write my second blog post. That is not to say that I have been busy having a rollicking fun-filled life… Just that I was getting less bored at being bored. But at last I decided to revive my long dormant blog and to resume my English murdering skills. A huge Hurraah to myself please!
I am just back from an awesome trip to Thailand. Last month my friend Vicky invited me for a vacation in Bangkok. He was planning to go to India to attend wedding of another friend of ours. And while returning back to California he said he will transit via Bangkok and Dubai. Don’t ask me in which parallel universe Bangkok & Dubai sits en route from Chennai to California. But I assumed he was either desperate to see Thailand or terribly poor in Geography. I just gave a notional consent. Our man decided that the only way to confirm my availability would be to book tickets and let me know. And so he did.
Initially I had a lot of apprehensions about visiting Thailand, Bangkok in particular. The headline grabbing floods and political unrest in Thailand didn’t help my cause. To make things worse, another friend of ours, Amrish, suggested if we were to tour together in Thailand, it would certainly end like Hangover 2. That kind of scared me. I agree it is a great fun movie to watch, but I don’t think I would ever want to be part of it.
And to top it, we had absolutely no planning. The only thing that was on a schedule was the flight tickets. Rest of the schedule between arrival and departure were just as indeterminate as product of Azhagiri’s wealth and his English skills. My friend’s prediction of Hangover 2 kept flashing across my mind. I also had to stay for one extra day because due to some weird ticket pricing it was cheaper if I returned on Saturday night rather than on Friday night. That meant having one whole day on my own alone in Bangkok. All of these added to the scariness quotient, but it actually made me more interested. In hindsight, my extra one day stay turned out to be a blessing, Vicky missed quite some fun on the last day.
More to come…
Ahemm… Hi guys.. here I am with a new blog of mine. I had a slightly dysfuntional homepage that was as primitive as stone age and hence fittingly outdated. This is my feeble attempt to engage myself a bit more. Hopefuly in future I will be able to drain my thoughts here, capture few memories here and there and of course, to kill time (I seem to have a whole lot of it pretty underutilized).
Nothing special has inspired me to start this one, other than long hours of uninspiring boredom and an onslaught of pointless thoughts in due course. Just as some wiseman put it, great thoughts are not to be left alone. I mentioned resolve somewhere, coz this blog has been part of my resolution for so long, but postponed indiscreetly by consistently fresh bouts of laziness. I am an expert procrastinator and proudly so. After countless battles with my laziness and creative slumps I have put together this first post of the blog and God only knows when the next one will come up.
I am a simple guy who forms an uninterestingly tiny miniscular microscopic dot of the unimaginable infinity of creation just as Douglas Adams rightly put forth. I like music, mostly every kind but specifically only those I like. I like sports as long as I am at a safe distance from it, well settled at the comfort of my house, with popcorn and other ancillaries. Patience permitting I watch few films now and then. I do some work at office but mostly pretend so. Further attempts to describe myself any further is only demoralizing since it highlights how futile the whole exercise is.
I thank Blogger.com for giving me this wonderful chance to write some nonsense. I also thank my friends and relatives for their continued tolerance. I thank my mom and dad for things that are beyond grasp of any language.I also thank God for providing me with a partly functioning brain which conjures up most of these nonsenses(As I write the functioning part of my brain is vehemently denying this and abdicating any claims of ownership). Above all, I thank my employers for feeding me with so much leisure time.