Who has to save the girl?

Navigation between pages has always been one of my preferred topics and same was true for today. Nevertheless, for a person like me it was today not a favourite, but one disheartening thing to do. I somehow slipped up on a video shared by certain page which was linked up to a recent incident that took place at Kaaw Mohalla, Khanyar on the eve of Eid-UL-Zuha. One unfortunate incident which too will drop dead in the law books against a thirst for justice and ultimately will result in one futile exercise of hope.


Well, a point here is that what make me write today after a long pause about such incident? I have already written numerous articles about the society’s evils and this too is no exception to them. So, for today what is it that made me once again pour my agony in these scripted lines. It is nothing except the “False show of humanity” that irked me of that video. The journalist is asking a lady who has lost her daughter in one of the heart scissoring incidents, “Tueh paeyth kya chuw mouj waeynken baitaan? (Mother, what is right now happening to you?) , Tueh kya chuw gasaan weayn kenas? (What is happening to you right now?), Tueh kya chuw basaan? (What do you feel about it?) and so on. Come on, Mr. Journalist first you call her mother then you ask her about how she feels of an incident of losing a daughter to the flames of inhumane society? How will you feel when, God forbid, your sister/female parent/daughter will ash down to dust and someone will build a story on how you feel right now about it? Even in a wildest of an imagination of such tragedy will send shivers down the spine. What sort of journalism is this? Disgusting! This is no new narrative, no new crime, ample number of such crimes take place each day, each hour, each second. Forget about getting a space in local dailies they don’t even get a person to mourn. They rest like never existing creatures in the earth full of sorrow.

Hah! This video actually played so bad that I found no better option other than stopping it there and the first 17 seconds have frozen in me. They are pain to watch. Doubtless, this video must have been made to show inhumanity, but while brings down the curtains of shame the discipline of journalism lost its own to “Fake sympathy”.

Offense is constantly clear. It is we who have blindfolded the eyes, it is we who feed it, it is we who actually nourish it and it is we who finally complain about it. It is the S.O.C.I.E.T.Y… even words don’t suit to be merged. Such tragedy!

Let me ask you a few simple questions,

How many times you have uttered when something improper is going on, even in your family or in the neighbourhood or in area around?

Have you ever done anything apart from being a mute spectator? Or being a person who watches and discusses do’s and do not’s at back?

In case you have done your bit, how well your family has supported it?

How many times you have reported wrong? Ever? Or just never?

There are so many questions and so less of an expectance of any right. Change is not one day march that we will shout and the next day it will be served. It is a struggle. It is a freedom from doomed ideology. It is a fire to orthodox ideas, cultural burdens, and above all the light into a deep lesion. To get it, we need to starve for it, else this article is only a burden to trash. In simpler words it is not about “who, when and how will save the girl”, instead it is all about “I will save the girl”.

To the fire

I did surrender myself.

Call it destiny or social iniquity,

But for now,

“I am free”.

No curse, No impudence.

Keep blaming each other

By then I shall return in womb another

I know, all over again,

Everything would be same

Faces will change

While crime will have new name.


P.S: The link to video is here  https://www.facebook.com/umaan/videos/10205806342692161/


Girl! You Need To Be Brave.

After a long morning appeared quite serene, full of calmness and reverence but my mind was busy with some kind of deep cogitation running and puzzling through. All this had made up to me even before I had peeped out of the cozy couch of mine. The series of silence I found  broken by the viciousness of the time which was stalking at me from the distance not too far than where humanity was buried alive. It took me a month to respond but some feeling when  left to hibernate come up nevertheless  with resistance too. While I got busy in studying the mind, my eyes excused me for a while and drew my attention on a coin lying on the bedside table. I just started tossing it and in no time it fell down. I was curious to see if I got a head or like any other time it is tail again. Well! I got none just because I lost the coin and my laziness didn’t bother to search it in my room except that one or two min curiosity of spotting head or tail.


This curiosity of the time took me back to the uproar in December ‘12 after a brutal incident that took place in  the capital of India. As a human I too felt the worst of what any living soul would have but then something more was there which actually was boggling my mind. This isn’t the one case to mention there are loads of files pending in the dust of the store which are left for the spider to weave webs and the insects to relish their food and many of such cases haven’t even made in the files and all these people are living in the world which have not been of any support to them. Well marches aren’t where the buck stops, petitions are not where life will push to restart, the most important thing is how society, how you, how me, how all of us are going to accept this very human being. Take my word tomorrow you, why you only even me, will be again talking at the back, O’ look! She is the girl who faced the assault and then we will share a word of pity and move on. This is what we have been doing till now. If something needs to refresh with law it’s  the thinking of the common person. It’s up to you and me how we will accept them, who will marry them and gift them new life. With these thoughts I finally decided to leave the bed, get fresh and then have a cup of tea.

While I was enjoying my cup of tea and turning the newspaper to just read the headlines out it, I had a brief look at the clock, it was already too late, the 9’O clock. I just couldn’t wait to let the tea finish but ran to my room for studying. My books were staring at me as if the hunger struck lion. By this time I understood I have to study vigorously. I was trying hard to concentrate but my heart was sinking me in thoughts of every girl who at one or other stage had faced eve teasing, mental harassment, or why not any stray comment that too by a passerby or even a bus conductor. I was by this caught in a small incident which actually wasn’t that small.

It’s an incident which took place some 2- 4 years back when I was just a student of 12th. One fine morning I was all set to leave for my school and the flush of joy of youthful days was condensing through my eyes. My dearest friend accompanying me and we were waiting for a bus at a very busy place. A girl of my own locality too was there too but before we would greet her a boy came up to her, “Hey! You are so damn too worried about your reputation, right? Yesterday your dad showered hard on me just because I like you. Now see, reach your place I will show you how to sell your reputation and character  of which you are too proud of”. On hearing this she started crying and rushed back to her place and with this the whole locality came to know the bitter truth.

The roadside Romeo with great “ Tashan” moved down the lane as a villain of the Hindi cinema who’s is proud of actually nothing and there his collar was held by the girl’s older brother. She belonged to a very noble family couldn’t have ever imagined of such incident to happen and everyone getting interested to know about the story rather than punishing a boy for his worst kind of punishment. Before any opportunity to say anything, the first shoe hurled at his head which was of her father I got brief content in the heart, then he got the worst beating from the neighbors as well.  Everyone knew about the girl and the purity of her character very well. He was dragged to the police station was left there naked and starved for the night which in itself was quite enough to get the love fever down. Now the reason is why I shared this piece. Just because of three reasons:

  • United punishment of even the minor incident gave him a lifetime lesson and to many other boys who could have ever bought same thought in mind. If we get control on these little incidents, big won’t happen. We should not be selective in response to such incidents.
  • Most important thing that day I learned “Girl! Never hide such things from your parents”. If anyone is chasing you, harassing or anything which you are resisting share it with your parents they are good ones who will understand.
  • Dear parent stay friendly with your children so that they never will feel hard to share anything to you.

This still is not the end of the play which started much before in my head and left me scratching my head to study but couldn’t because all was pouring and echoing therein. I kept thinking will this all end up there? The answer from the red fist size mass came “No”. Then I thought of another situation that is gender biasing. Yes! One of the most poorest thing that is breeding since ages in our societies. It can’t be sliced all of sudden but can be ended step by step time and time again.

Let us all collectively bring the change. Let us not be silent about the things happening around. Let us build our values stone by stone again. See it’s not about religion, it isn’t even about any culture, it doesn’t happen just in place one. It happens every where, every place, every hour, every minute rather every second a girl faces wrong. Yes at last I would like to mention “Girl at one stage or another you yourself  have to be strong”. Don’t encourage what is happening around just fight to it.

 This time never waits for my thoughts to end. Ah! I was just calming down the inner emotions the one that were overflowing and this disloyal clock of mine had by now conquered hour’s distance, it was 10’O clock! O’ God it costed me so high. Before I end I thought to be little more open hearted person and give few more minutes to clock and share some lines from my poem “Flower of the Garden” which goes like :


Pride and Decorum of the gardener,

Adding beauty and an exquisite to the garden.

Fragrance of it, the sign of purity,
Ascent it’s of the dignity.

Nothing more the soul of the flower asks,
Let it free and fly as long as its flight will last.