Domestic Violence- ashamed

ASHAMED!

Very honestly, now I feel ‘Ashamed to be Indian’. I am still more ashamed that I live in Delhi. And yet more ashamed that people in this part of the world glorify woman as nowhere else in the world.

Mother Vaishno temple is our number one pilgrim spot. Every other day there is a Bhagwati Jaagaran) and Mata ki Chowki. And then twice a year we shun all liquor, meat, vices for ten days to please motherly woman. We call it Navaratra where we ‘humbly’ respect, feed and gift at least 11 or 21 Kanyas (unmarried girls) with devotion to re-emphasize that we respect woman of all ages in same manner as we respect our mother.

But the moment we see a vulnerable woman, we show our true colors. All that devotion to mother in each woman is over like a fantasy film. And in reality, we turn savages. Now our intellectual and physical faculties are in full throttle to feed our lust. Its only fear of prosecution that is able to control the beast within us. We would ogle if that’s all we can do in public. Or push or touch them in crowd as if it happened by mistake. Scan each woman passing by as if we are appointed to showcase our shamelessness. If we get more opportunities, we would eve-tease. And when even that does not suffice our ever-growing lust, we would turn the capital of country into a rape capital.

And this animal within us is a great commercial opportunity as well. Companies, media, entertainment – all would thrive primarily on one single way of promotion – lust appeal. Motivate each man to give more fire to his lust and motivate each woman to become objects of this lust. The glam-girls and celebrities have lot to earn from this. But in process, they make every common woman in this country of beasts so much vulnerable. And when a shameful incident like this happen, the same commercial agents who thrive on feeding animal-instinct would innocently worry about safety of woman and morality. They would say, “Have lust, but only to that extent that you buy my product or watch my movie!”