I pity my belly
fats, my overgrown chin. I wish I had a body like that of some Bollywood star. But
today I have cried. I have cried for that nameless girl, those nameless women
who have died because of rapes. Rape. A word I knew of nothing until I realized
why mothers wished daughters weren’t born, why my father wanted me home before a
certain time, why it was “not right” for me to wear anything that showed my
knees, why it was wrong to laugh too loud, or walk too upright with pride. I
thought it was because my parents loved my older brother more.
I was wrong after
all. They didn’t love my brother more; they loved the world a little less. They
didn’t trust me less, they “un-trusted” the world more. But after all who is to
blame I ask. And I find the answer in me. I am to blame. And so is everyone. I
read about the gang rape case in India but what struck me the most was the way
the couple laid naked on the ground till the hotel sheets wrapped them. We are
fighting for humanity right? Or are we fighting for righteousness? Or maybe we are
fighting for justice? No, I guess we fight merely for fighting.
I learnt about that
in my psychology class, about the bystander’s effect. The people watched them
with cruelty, with pity, with judgment, with indignation, with indifference. I
wish someone had watched them with compassion. The victim (though I referred to
her as a victim here, I wont hereafter, she was no less than a martyr to me)
suffered injuries that doctors know of better than me, the trauma that
psychiatrists know better than me, human rights violations that social workers
know better than me, and injustice that people know better than me. But what
about the suffering of a simple human being (irrespective of sex, gender, race
or class) that she faced? No one really cares.
It is not India
alone. India is only a geographic place on the earth. I am an Indian, no more
than I am a consumer of some respected brand. That’s what I feel about
belonging to a nationality. It feels like I am obliged to feel respectful if I
am granted a scholarship to study abroad in another country, or to be forced to
not share my opinion because I don’t “invest” in India. No, I don’t feel Indian
because for me that feeling is as strange as a Sitruti (a Himalayan flower that
belongs to your India that you might have known nothing of until you used your
favorite weapon Google, just like me). My point is that being an Indian or
American or African doesn’t assure you that you wont face challenges related to
oppression. But then on the other hand I was born there and so I have to follow
the sanskriti (culture) that I grew up with. Yes, culture. India has a
beautiful culture. Women eat last. Women serve the men. Women don’t show their
faces. Women don’t go to temples when they are menstruating. Women should not
speak loudly. Women shouldn’t wear anything too revealing. Women should not
roam around late. India has a beautiful culture. We celebrate festivals, we
have family unions, we don’t believe in divorces, we don’t believe in
individual voices and we definitely don’t believe in political change. We
believe the martyr who was gang raped should not be named hence, supporting the
idea of shame attached to it. This might have been aggressive but each and
every word was a reflection of my observation of the Indian culture.
I am addressing
issues that are probably looked over again and again, only to be ignited by
another incident in the near future that will outrage the country. A teenage
committing suicide, a girl rope-tied to a tree to be raped by men, gang rape on
a moving bus are all signs of something equivalent to animalistic behavior.
Killing these men, castration, making laws that gives women the right to kill
their offenders, or making laws that will ensure safety are practical methods
that I completely approve of. But what I fear, and every woman or man, old or
young, one ethnicity or other should fear is “what if the animalistic behavior
comes back?” Very few among us are looking for long term solutions. Yes, short
sighted solutions are faster in application, quicker in results and are readily
observable. Long term solutions are often overlooked and not carefully thought
out.
One of the long
term solutions could be directed towards media. Media, that is undoubtedly India’s
face to the world, needs to refocus their attention on the kind of movies that
are being made. As I am talking more specifically about women here (who could
have guessed?) the issues are also pertaining to women. A woman half clothed
dancing in front of drunk men, a not so very rare sight seen in typical “item
songs”. Its not about her clothing, or about the men being drunk, or she
dancing solo, it is all the factors put together that makes me wonder about the
ideal image of a woman. The culture that we brag about portrays women as objects
(because they for certain don’t qualify for humans) and men as animals, and
this is readily accepted (if not appreciated) by the society through such
movies and songs. The popular hits are the songs where women are completely
disrespected and readily enjoying it (alcohol being poured on their body, wearing
handcuffs, being touched by “men” as in plural). One might think that I am
being hypocritical by including the issue of clothing, but it is important to
understand that my claims are far from the issue of clothing. My claim is not
about what a woman wears, but how she is perceived after she wears it. My claim
being that women’s clothing becomes an issue when we make it one. The good old story
of two monks, where one experienced monk helps a woman to cross a river by
holding her in his arms was asked by the inexperienced monk that how he could go
against his own beliefs as a monk and touch that woman. And the monks reply, “I
left her on the riverside but you have carried her in your thoughts until this
moment.” It is the mentality attached to the clothing that is the issue, not
the clothing itself.
So firstly, educating boys and girls together
by talking openly about pornography, sex, and sexual intercourse and related
safety measures is a necessity. (How about making a movie on that, include all
your amazing actors.) By attaching a taboo to things that are only natural to
human life we make them appear as if they are wrong. Secondly, making the women
appear weaker in comparison to men in the movies or making them look meeker (the
ones always in search of one true love) is not helping either. There are two
categories of women in movies, the first that silently suffers, the other that
inflicts suffering. There is a third category, the one that forms a bridge
between these two seemingly extreme categories (people who are real). How about
repeatedly making movies that alarm people about their behavior (not only
focusing on women issues here but issues related to human attitude)? Of course
movies and media can do only so much. Taking that into consideration it is
important to be creative, looking at absolutely everything, even slightest of
comments that degrade human value. I totally agree with the quote, “But
again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look
into a mirror.”(V for Vendetta)
It is important for
the parents themselves to be educated. Coming from my personal experience, because
supporting “wearing-short-clothes” is not a sign of “western thinking” or
adapting western ideas. My issue with clothing is that it represents and subtly
puts sign out there for everybody to see that “women” are objects, especially
in Indian culture. Sadly I can back this up with an example that happened only
a few months back in my home. My mother screamed at me when I was getting out
of my house in “shorts” to a shop that was probably 30 steps away from my door.
She threatened to not let me in if I step out. I could have called it her way
of showing me she cares and her idea of protection. But that was not it, it was
the locality, it was the society that she’d have to face, it was the men who would
glance at her daughter slyly who she was afraid of. It was all of it, and even
more. She was afraid for me but not as a mother alone. In that moment she was a
“citizen” (representation of what society believes), face of the middle class (and
I am sorry I didn’t bring this earlier as it is a major point to be noted), a
woman who has at some point been ridiculed and put down for being a woman (maybe
her personal insecurities) and as a daughter herself. I wish in that moment
instead of shouting back at her I would have taken time and talked to her
instead. Maybe talking would have completely helped. Or maybe not. Parents need
to support their daughters and sons equally. In order to be able to provide for
them they need be educated (not literate) as individuals and more open minded.
My mother supports me wholeheartedly, and even though she might not readily
accept my behavior as a rebel, she for certain finds herself, just as I do
sometimes, in me.
India is diverse in
its varied lifestyles. However, seeing the culture in Chennai and Pune, and to
find the comparison yielding similarities makes me question that claim about
diversity after all. We all are responsible for our actions equally. At one
point or another we have all degraded human value on the basis of race,
ethnicity, sex, gender etc. But it doesn’t mean that thoughts can’t transform.
To start one needs to take a step, INDIVIDUALLY. As a man or as a woman, one
needs to address one’s own weaknesses. For instance, the animalistic behavior
the men showed when they raped these women and girls could have been stopped
earlier, only if they were taught the meaning of valuing human beings (especially
themselves) ‘prior to that moment’. They were animals not because they were
drunk, but because they thought it was their right, because they thought it was
ok, because they didn’t see the difference between a woman as a slave and woman
who gave them birth, because they didn’t see the difference between being human
and being an animal. Education (REDEFINE THIS), media (REDEFINE THIS), politics
(REDEFINE THIS), compassion (REDEFINE THIS) and fighting for a cause (REDEFINE
THIS) put together might lead to some change.
Hope is not lost.
The girl who was
gang-raped in Delhi died on my 19th birthday. When I was celebrating
being born, she was mourning for not having lived. I wrote this for her. For
everyone who died before her.
I will be too much of an optimist if I say that all the gang rapes or rapes will stop immediately in India. So instead I will be hopeful that each of us realizes our individual/unique responsibility in this struggle and ask ourselves ‘why rape’. I want to quote a man who changed my anger into finding-solutions, my fears into resolves, my negligence into appreciation and my disheartened attitude into hope. “A great human revolution in just a single individual will help achieve a change in the destiny of a nation and, further, can even enable a change in the destiny of all humankind.” ― Daisaku Ikeda, The Human Revolution. I realize it more than ever that it starts with each and every one of us, absolutely every day and every minute.
I will be too much of an optimist if I say that all the gang rapes or rapes will stop immediately in India. So instead I will be hopeful that each of us realizes our individual/unique responsibility in this struggle and ask ourselves ‘why rape’. I want to quote a man who changed my anger into finding-solutions, my fears into resolves, my negligence into appreciation and my disheartened attitude into hope. “A great human revolution in just a single individual will help achieve a change in the destiny of a nation and, further, can even enable a change in the destiny of all humankind.” ― Daisaku Ikeda, The Human Revolution. I realize it more than ever that it starts with each and every one of us, absolutely every day and every minute.
*These are my
personal views and they could be subject to complete objection by another
person provided they support it with their beliefs and valid evidence/experiences.
I hope you bring them to my notice, so that I can improve and broaden my way of
looking at issues such as these. Please
let me know if there are certain things that you find irrelevant and unobvious.
I have attached some personal experiences and opinions because I am not a
critique or even a writer who writes to differentiate between right and wrong.
I wrote this in order to support my views against any form of oppression that
devalues human beings. I took rape as only an example here.