A day started with a rape case                                                                                                                     or                                           

                                               Journey towards Justice

 It was 18th December’s morning and I was still in bed, half asleep. And I heard my father giving the news about the gang rape with a girl in a bus to my mom, suddenly they came to me and with a sympathized and afraid voice my dad asked me to always try to reach home as early as possible kyuki jamana kharab ho raha hai and on any day if I have to come late I should call him and he will be picking me up from the metro station. That day I thought look the rape cases in Delhi are getting so high that parents are not ashamed of talking about it to their daughters, they want them to know this and be safe. So here is my day which started with a rape case. After this scene I got ready for my college and reached to my metro station ‘Welcome’ safe and sound. I thought I should tell you safe and sound cause in Delhi for a girl to reach somewhere safely is not a common thing. I boarded my metro and in metro thoughts come very frequently and the rape thing was still in my mind. And looking outside I was thinking that how cruel a man can be, I was cursing god for doing this to that angel and questioned him why girls are not given power to destroy man like that. And while writing it came to my mind that may be because God too is man cause while writing in flow I used him for God. Unknowingly the female has given male the whole power; unknowingly I have used him for the greatest power. Ting ting the doors for kashmeree gate will open from the left. I heard that all my thoughts vanished and changed the metro and boarded my metro towards DU. The metro was underground nothing to look outside so thoughts too were about the people inside. I was sympathizing for every girl I saw in the metro and gave a hate look to every other guy. But I saw a sign of shame in every guy’s eyes, a shame for the act which 6 monsters of their breed have done. As all girls do I discussed this thing with my friend and she told me about her being molestated once in the bus. Note my words in Delhi every girl has a story of being molestated, a thing common for Delhi girl , and no this thing is not for you Priyanka Gandhi , not common to the 3 daughters of prime minister and home minister, you are not common people yaar.

And then we attended our class and after the class my mobile was full of messages and whats app about the brutality that girl has gone through. Oh I must say that little angle has gone through more than hell, those monsters, hevaan , bhaidiye they not only raped her body but raped her soul .That angel is in ICU fighting for a breath. Hey angel please you live, come strong lady I want you to live.

And my emotions for her came out in my FB status. Getting information was once the work of our media but now a new thing has emerged where not only information but emotions are also shared that is social media. Social media kept me updated about the condition of the girl. The emotions shared through this media arose the feeling of protesting for the girl.

On 22^nd December I actually went for the protest. But first let me tell you what made me go for a protest at India gate. Its social media at first which made me aware of the protest. On FB everyone was signing a petition of death sentence for rapists.  Audios and videos were shared on internet, mobile. The words of 1 audio being “kut kut ke maaro jab tak marten nhi ye saale, sharam aati hai kehte hue ki hum hai dilli vale and so on.”(Beat these beasts till they are dead, it’s shameful to say that we are Delhites). It was shared among all that the protests against the rape cases will be held at India gate. And on second place were my emotions and frustration which made me to join the protest.

On 22^nd I was having a class, in class everyone made the decision to go to India Gate. No one in the class made the excuse for not going there cause everyone inside was in the search of the justice. Now we boarded the metro towards Huda city centre and deboarded it at Patel Chowk at around 2:30.As we exit the station, we were there at India gate. The we here includes the lakhs of youth and student standing in front of the Rashtrapati Bhawan. The tear gas was there in the atmosphere and killing it was the passion of the youth there. As I went ahead and moved towards Rashtrapati Bhawan, I walk across girls screaming and crying for justice. Boys showing anger, this anger was the result of the shame in their eyes I talked about. We all collected there to give justice to Damini, to hang those rapists to death, to have a strict law against rapes. All through the protest our group shouted, ran here and there to save ourselves from tear gas. And as I reached in front of the Rashtrapati Bhavan. I was stunned, stunned to see arms of RAF forces and khadi wearer police. They were there to charge lathis on us. Literally the kalyug has come, the criminals are getting protection and people in want of justice are being beaten.

We came to know that the barricades are about to move and then these officers will be smashing us. Male present there asked us to move to safer places. We moved back but within a minute the arms did a lkathi charge. At that time we ran for our safety, many were injured in the process, but the police had to stop cause not only we were more in numbers but also our enthusiasm and passion was more than theirs. They made the peaceful protest violent one. But their water cannons, lathi charge and tear gas did injure us but never broke us. And with the fight for justice came night and believe that protest was massive, at that time we walked to the India gate and joined the candle march with slogan in our mouth” WE WANT JUSTICE”. It was late 8 till then; the girls of our group had to leave. We did not want to go but were afraid of the beast who could harm us if we will get late in going to our shelters.

Again I boarded the metro to Jahangir puri, changed it at Kashmeree gate and deboarded  at welcome. And on my way to home dare anyone touch me I would have killed him, you stare and I will be staring you harder. Though the shame which Delhi is going through, no one dared to do that. And you can see that how safe we feel in metro stations, it’s easy and safe to travel by them.

That night I reached home may be at 8:30. I was little violent that time and in bed too I was picturising what Damini may have gone through. My legs were shaking that time and at the moment I made a decision to never to satisfy men’s body and maintain my chastity. And then I slept.
The next day on 23^rd December I did not join the protest but watched it all on my TV. Government imposed act 144 at India gate and had closed many metro stations, our means to go anywhere. But still youth came in large numbers. Girls like kalis were fighting back to police. The youth made every way to fight back the injustice but alas by noon the protest flowed away with dirty politics. One part of government NSUI, ABVP and ASIA made the protest violent and government got an excuse to evacuate India gate beating away the youth.

Earlier the relative raped us, police raped us, citizens raped us and now the government too was raping us.  We asked for justice against the rape and in answer we all got raped. That is why our country is called INCREDIBLE INDIA. Thank you Sheila ji, Sonia ji, shindeji and singh ji for your kind of justice. The day went on like this and on TV sets I saw protest dying.

Came the next day morning 24^th December, the day we all should have been planning for Christmas, but the ills of our city did not allow us to do that. I got ready for college; we were to make plans of the event in our college. Finishing the college at about 1:30 or 2:00, a voice came out of our group I don’t remember whose voice it was; let’s go to the protest that is going on near Jantar Mantar. I know we are Indians, very stubborn. We will not leave the case like this. So we moved towards the metro as many stations were closed on government demand, we had to deboard it at new Delhi rather then patel chowk this time ,no auto was willing to go to Jantar Mantar so we grabbed a cab for that ,in between we were to leave the cab too because of the massive jam and so walked towards Jantar Mantar. We would have never taken this much pain but our demand for justice was more this time. We reached to JANTAR MANTAR AT 4:30, it took us 3 hours to reach there from DU. You can imagine how messed up our city was at that time.

As we reached there we saw the crowd again shouting for justice but this time the protest was disheartening. It has lost its real cause, it was youth less and full of politics and politicians.
But within the protest I met few people. Let me tell about them one by one. First I met a person from intelligence, a doctor who left his work for a day and a lady or a government official. These three people were not officially allowed to join the protest because they were government people. But they were still there for the girl. Otherwise every other person there was politician. 3 more young boys were there standing away from the crowd , not speaking a word and holding posters demanding justice,in their hand and these 6 people standing aside were actually there to protest. When we saw violence arising in the crowd all of us left the protest and it naturally came to my mouth that it feels too sad to see all this. Leaving the place my group and those 3 govt. people asked the police to beat the people inside as much as they can because they have raped the lakhs.

Between all this, Mother India’s integrity was still inside the ventilators. I pray for her to stand back and see the whole nation besides her. Please come back smiling for your parents.