So What She was Raped? I Dont Care, Really!

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And now in Mumbai. Yet again, yet
another woman. And surprisingly it didn’t even hurt me anymore! Not the way it
should have. I wanted to know however. Who was the girl? How old was she? What
was she wearing? Was she alone? How many men were there?




I flooded Twitter with my
questions. I received numerous responses. I re-tweeted few of those to let
others know. But you see I never asked any question or expressed any curiosity
about those rapists.




Why should I? Don’t I already
know it must have been the girl’s fault? Didn’t the law enforcers –
both police and khaap and the Indian Judiciary system convinced me to believe
so? After all it was such a convenient theory to believe in. The girl must have
provoked them. After all they were just a bunch of sex starved boys under the
influence of alcohol. Aise me ghalti ho jana is most natural. They are just
cute little boys and no criminal. Yeah, I know that.




So my curiosity was only about the
girl. But when I heard that she was doing ok, I felt that, it was fine. After all
she didn’t die, right? Nor was she critical. Then why make it a big issue? I was
relieved, but a little sad too, I don’t want to admit it, but I was. You see, I
have a very short attention span. I don’t really care for things that don’t hurt
me directly. You see, I have even forgotten that the trial for the Nirbhaya
case is still going on. Had she died, I would have at least tried to show the
departed some respect by shouting slogans. But she didn’t die.  So I moved on to bigger problems in my life
like scouring for onions.




What would happen to those who
raped her? Why did I even ask? I already know. They would continue to come to
the courtroom once in a blue moon. The Government would keep spending my tax
money to provide them free shelter and food. And if anyone among them turns out
to be a teenager he would even walk free! In short they would keep inspiring more
men to follow their path like true leaders. There’s nothing wrong in satisfying
their needs that grow big inside their pants at the sight of a woman, under the
influence of alcohol or not! After all, everyone knows that’s how men are.




And till the time the earth shakes up again, I will scour for my onions and lament about the diminished value of my
assets as the Rupee continues to fall. Why should I care about how the country
is going through one of its darkest times as long as my life is pretty much the
same? You see I am selfish giant. You know why? Because it’s the only thing
that can keep my sanity. I live inside my bubble: the outside world appears
very rosy or should I say blurred.  I
only peep outside when incidents like this one turns my bubble upside down. My
heart burns, blood boils and brain pounds. It becomes very uncomfortable
really. So I slide as soon as I can back into my hole, turn my back and
soon the world becomes rosy again.




Love,

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