Sunday, March 20, 2011

Thirty Eight Years and Still Counting!

P.S. Those who are not used to VULGAR language, please back off!


I am sure 80% of those who are reading this currently are aware of the term “Euthanasia”. In biological terms, it can be defined as “Deliberate and intentional killing of a human being by a direct action, such as a lethal injection, or by the failure to perform even the most basic medical care such as the provision of nutrition and hydration, necessary to maintain life.”


Well, I am no one to speak in terms of biology. But what prompted me to write on this topic is the controversy on Aruna Shanbaug. For all those amongst you who don’t know the details, here is a recap. She is Ms. Controversy (What else should I call a poor woman who lists the top of Popularity Charts?). Some people become popular by achievements. But here is a lady who did nothing (not taking into account WHAT was DONE to her!) but still is immeasurably FAMOUS. The MAN (Can I use this term or should I coin another term to describe the NOBLE person?) who achieve ably helped her maintain the top slot of famous personalities, is nowhere around. By the way, WHERE exactly is HE? Good question, right? Somewhere in Delhi, I hear. He is Mr. Honorable. Mr. Sohanlal Bhartha Walmiki. The bloody SOB.


Aruna, a nurse from Haldipur, Shimoga, Karnataka, was brutally assaulted by Sohanlal Bhartha Walmiki, a ward BOY (SOB) at Mumbai’s King Edward Memorial Hospital on Nov 27, 1973, as she was changing her clothes in the basement of the hospital. ‘Brutally assaulted’ do not convey the intended meaning. English dictionary should have more BRUTAL words. Imagine Mr. Honorable finding out, to his sheer frustration, that the lady of his selection is having her monthly flow! But he is aroused! Nothing can stop him now. He wants to let OUT his seed. He is ALL-SET-TO-GO! Just a slight change in his plans. He tightens the dog chain he had brought along with him on her sensitive neck and turns her back towards him. In our language, he changed his POSITION. He sodomized her. Poor woman (She was 25 at that time!) writhed in pain and bled copiously from both sides.


By this time, her lungs have all but collapsed in agony, the blood vessels in her eyes have hemorrhaged, and coagulated blood fills her unseeing eyes. Unseeing, because her brain has been deprived of oxygen so long that it has rebelled and excommunicated her eyes. However, in the mysterious manner of the wondrous laws of our ‘God’, the nerves in her body which are responsible for transmitting pain still do their job. Very efficiently. They dutifully, indeed beautifully transmit the fire from each thrust into her rectum, each rupture of her anus, each scream from each cell of her burning lungs.


Meanwhile, the ‘man’ behind continues his assault, indeed increasing the power behind his brutal thrusts as he nears his long fantasized release. The end is so frenzied that it is impossible to understand which one is the animal on either end of the dog chain. His grip on the dog chain around her throat slackens. He hurriedly pulls up his pants, spits on her limp body, and runs out of the basement. But not before he took her gold chain, watch, and money with him.


She was alone again. But this time, she didn’t even know it. All she knew was the pain which shot up from every corner of her battered body, even from places she didn’t even know existed. Walmiki attacked Aruna as she had ordered him about and had castigated him for sloppy work. What a wonderful way of payback!


She has been in a vegetative state ever since, without knowing who she is, where she is or how she ended up in this state. She rests in the same hospital where she was ambushed. She screams at the voice of a man, the last living memory she had. She is a woman who had to give up her entire life, her dreams for a five-minute pleasure of an animal!




The case made headlines, there was national outrage. Sohanlal was arrested in Pune. His case came for hearing the following year by which time, he had already spent a year in jail. He was sentenced to seven years imprisonment for stealing, and another seven years for having tried to harm her fatally. Both sentences were to run concurrently. As he had already spent a year behind bars, six years later, he was a free man. He took up a job as a ward boy in a Delhi hospital.


He was never tried for rape because no one had lodged a complaint and during the medical examination, Aruna's hymen was found intact. The court decided there was no rape.


She was engaged to a doctor at that time. He tried reviving her for two years and gave up. Her parents had given her up long back. Her assaulter is STILL living amongst US proudly. God knows assaulting how many others! Sadly, it’s just ANOTHER case because there are MANY others. INNUMERABLE. How many of these has come into light? Even if they did come into light, how many of those POOR GIRLS got justice? A mere number which can be counted on your fingers.


Coming back to the topic of Euthanasia, LIFE is a GIFT from The Almighty. We, humans, are no one to take back what is given by HIM. But… Oh God! Just a silent plea from my part. Can’t you see HER pain? Can't you see HER agony?


N.B. Are you aware of the fact, in every six minutes, a girl is brutally raped and killed in India?

Monday, March 7, 2011

An Unforgettable Expedition

18-01-2011
08.50 p.m.

After so many hassles and bustles, I bade goodbye to my friends who had come to drop me at station and settled down on my berth. It was frustratingly suffocating the past few days. Not being able to see my parents and my bro for a long time was eating me from within. So without any second thoughts, I booked myself a ticket on the Duronto express. It was the express’ first journey. (It travelled upto Ernakulam only.) I was to take a connecting passenger from Ernakulam to my place at exactly 06.00 p.m. in the evening.) The express was supposed to reach Ernakulam latest by 05.40 p.m. (after almost 20 hours of journey) – Hopefully!


The greatest plus-point of this journey was that I got the entire coupe all for myself. It was like having a room for yourself. Since the train was ‘supposedly’ supposed to give all the passengers with food, I hadn’t carried my dinner with me. It was 09.30 p.m. and I was impatiently waiting for the food to arrive (where food is concerned, I was always impatient – a fact you cannot realize after seeing my negligible size). It was then only I overheard someone talking about getting no dinner because it was already past dinner time. I felt shattered. (Seriously yaar!)


Well, God (as well as the express’ pantry guys) had already decided my fate. I was to starve that night. I drifted off to a blissful sleep where I dreamt of four-course meals and desserts.


19-01-2011
07.45 a.m.

I woke up with a start because of the non-committal chanting of ‘Madam’. I opened one of my eyes slowly to find a pantry guy standing by my legs. He was waiting with a tray which contained my morning coffee. It was enough to snap my both eyes fully open. I was really starving. He collected my breakfast preference and left. I looked at my tray with longing eyes only to groan inwardly. Tragedy after tragedy was striking my already tragic life. How on earth was I supposed to know these guys only gave the coffee mix and hot water? Hell! The outcome of my hard work turned out to be bitter sweet. I made a mental note to take guidelines from my mum as soon as I reach home.


After my breakfast I stretched out on my seat with “The Doomsday Conspiracy”. It was sometime later when I was again woken up abruptly by the same pantry guy. I think he had made it a point to scare the hell out of me. I forgave him since it was for the order of my lunch. Grr… The lunch menu comes under the ‘forgettable moments’ of my life. It deserves no worth to be on my post.


The train which was supposed to take only “20 HOURS” to reach Ernakulam took almost “22 HOURS” to see the destination station. I reached the station at around 07.15 p.m. I was exhausted to my fill and just wanted to get home (which was still 3 hours away by train). And fortunately, no thanx to Duronto, I missed my connection passenger and it left the station without me. Hurray!


I took a ‘fast passenger’ (only by name) and reached my home huffing and puffing (as early as 11.30 p.m. in the night) and saw the much awaited sight of my life. My mother’s face! It erased all the exhaustion of my sizzling journey out of me and I could feel warmth spreading through every cell of my body.

Here is something what I was waiting for!
Here is someone who I was dying to meet!
Here is my home, sweet home!