As most of us probably know, the unfortunate victim of the Delhi Gang Rape passed away in the Singapore hospital where she had been admitted, today at around four am. [Don't know what I'm talking about? Read this]
Living in Delhi, the protest capital of the country, I saw most of the protests and the outrage naked in front of my eye. And I commend people for stepping out, I really do. These protests, they gave me hope that we aren't living in as bad times as I thought. And me being somewhat cynical in my approach to life, that's big. For me, atleast. But I digress.
This post isn't about applauding the Delhi for finally waking up, but is actually about mourning the death of humanity.
You see our venerable Prime Minister, Dr. Manmohan Singh, talk about being afraid for his three daughters off a piece of paper. You see our honourable President's son say that the protests are just 'painted and dented' women yelling around, and youngsters who go to discos and pubs have no right to protest, or something like that and you start wondering if it is just you, or are these people actually serious.
Let's get closer home, let's get into my classroom. The protests for justice were still a novel thing, and all of my friends decided to join the protests. The idea spread like a wildfire, and soon almost all of our class wanted to join in. It was recess and the entire class had gathered around to discuss stuff like transport and where to meet and how to go about it. I felt so happy to see my friends and everybody for once not messing about stuff and being actually serious. And then this girl, I'm not naming her for obvious reasons, pipes up with "you guys go for protests, I'm sleeping in. Please man. Between protests and sleep, I'll obviously choose my sleep"
I don't want to go into details of that particular... erm, argument. Let's just say that I gave the longest speech ever, even by my standards, considering the fact that I usually don't stop talking.
I'm not trying to make myself some sort of hero or anything, I just want to highlight how crude and absolutely inhuman these people are. I mean... they just don't f**king care.
Later that day, our Vice Principal decided to take Life Skills (Part of the CCE curriculum, our Vice Principal takes the occasional class. Much like Miss Trunchbull in Matilda, except we look forward to the classes, and don't add newts to water jugs. Matilda by Roald Dahl, that is) and he discussed the entire incident with us, and encouraged us to join the protests and raise our voices. To put the Holden Caulfield way, he is one of the most un-phoniest men I've come across in my life; and when he said stuff, we knew he meant it. And suddenly, we see this girl actively take part in the discussion, right up to the extent of going forward and taking credit for the idea of the entire class going to the protests.
To put it the Holden Caulfield way, again- she was a phony bitch.
Now, I'm not trying to make myself some sort of under-woman superhero or something, but... I look at the sheer callousness of this one girl, and I begin to question everybody.
Dearest Damini, or as they call you now- the Daughter of India, I'm sorry you died. I can't say it any other way, but I'm really sorry. I don't know if there is any second life, or rebirth or anything like that- I can only guess. But if there is, I sincerely hope that you are born anything but a human.
A/N: All incidents stated in this thread are cent percent true, and I would appreciate if the discussion is clean and healthy. I understand that this is not related to any show, but I just had to post.
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