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?