“I am a girl and I don’t find myself safe”
I don’t need to surf the internet or check the rape statistics, I know this as I am a girl. Four years in Haryana were not so suave and this was not unprecedented; I know this as I am a girl. No late hours and trips with boys, I was always told this. My life agrees with the confinements shot at me, I am aware… I am a girl.
College days, where I have recollections of friends, I find the notorious minds filching the room for iota of eve teasing and some serious knocks of tremors jolting me from within. I can never fail to recall the day when my friend was pushed on the Braham Sarovar lane where I had to grasp her hand tightly to keep her safe. When grumbled in front of the security guard who was standing just a few metres away, this was the reply, “ Yeh to Bandar hai inhe kaun rok sakta hai.” (these men are monkeys, nobody can stop them). He was not overweening and he said this with so much of innocence that we both left the place. He was an old man who was bestowed with the duty and responsibility of saving the girls from the strong and sturdy ‘gentlemen’ of University. This was just a pinch of the bitter taste of the problems faced by the girls but the greater problem is that our voice was not received by the appointed person for the job.
According to the global rape statistics; Lesotho (African Union) clenches the first place in the reported rape crimes. The United States of America is on the seventeenth position with reported 91,000 (approx.) crimes in 2011. What surprised me were the 32,000 cases reported in China for 2008 which were double of 2005 looking at their population. What amazed me all the more was that India was not in the top in that list (which of course is because of the unreported cases).
What lies in the head of the perpetrator is not difficult to understand but what happens with the victims is beyond the limitations of mind. Traditional society governs the thinking process which is same as in China where the lady is held responsible for the act of crime whether big or small.
Indian lady is not safe; not safe in the arena of narrow mind; not safe in the arena of masculine strength; not safe in the arena of lengthy justice procedure. Well where I am not exactly safe, it’s in the amalgamated traditions which have no proof except the human blend of ideologies. With the same set of bones and muscles why isn’t she instilled with the same strength as that of men from childhood leaving aside the anatomical differences?
The rape incidence in Delhi is not just a part of the statistics but an embarrassment and probably the worst face of being human. Laws can create fear in the head of the perpetrator but only educated mind with healthy thoughts can safeguard the respect and identity of a woman. (Of Course we know the solutions, we’re just not working on them and let’s not quibble) Let not any girl say, “I don’t find myself safe here.”
“Sleepless eyes of a raped girl sneaks through the door
Silence oft so much poured
She bleeds from within
A desire for safe hands to cling”