I don't know her name , I don't know what she looks like but one thing I am certain about is that she, for the fighter she is (was), has as a person and more importantly as a girl made me more brave. Yes! Thousands of people are out on the street protesting but when the time comes the only and I stress on the word only, the ONLY person you can count on to stand up for you is your own self. We are known to be excellent spectators. Counting on someone else for help will only be foolish on our part. And as girls it's high time we put our foot down and beat the crap out of every single man who thinks we are objects meant to be exploited. If a guy tries to feel you up in a crowded bus, scream, shout at him. Keeping quiet and feeling embarrassed is only going to encourage them and instill more confidence in them to take their disgraceful behaviour to the next level.
Nirbhaya , Ragini, Damini - call her whatever but that brave fighter of a girl will forever and always be a survivor in my heart! She might have succumbed to her injuries but if you know the extent to which she her body was damaged, traumatized, you'd realize that the insane fight she put up for 12 days was miraculous even for the almighty's standards. I started off thinking maybe it's better if her suffering ends and she goes to a place above and beyond the mortal world where life is more fair. But then she told her mother "Please. I want to live". That boggled my mind. The tremendous pain she was in didn't shatter her hopes for a better life, for justice. The first thing she did was ask about her friend who was attacked trying to save her. Not only was she brave but a zillion times more human than those monsters who left no stone unturned to crush her.
When my dad says come back before dark (and mind you, before dark is like 6:30pm), I can not argue anymore. On what grounds do I defend the world outside. Every time I see a stranger, or a group of men on the road, my hand automatically folds into a fist and my mind starts to stratergize possible self-defense techniques and escapes. How is it fair that I or any girl for that matter go through that? Every day in my life, every time I am out in the evening, why do my parents have to be worried for my life? This is not the life any girl 'signed up' for.
As a person I am a believer, I believe in things. But that part of me is slowly dying. I am becoming more skeptical, more cynical and I hate that I have to change myself and my life just because someone out there might just crush me, destroy me, maybe even kill me. Survival of the fittest is clearly the punchline of the world we live in and I pledge to stand up stronger than ever to anyone who tries to exploit me. Nirbhaya's death will not go in vain and nor will the suffering of the several other victims of this heinous crime. I will scream. I will shout. I will hurt. I will KILL anyone who crosses the line and line, my friend, is awfully clear now.
As for her the brave-heart who passed away this morning, well I can only hope and pray that justice is served to you. I wish life was a movie and only the bad guys died. But just when you start dreaming of a better world, life smacks you in the face with a reality check.
If that girl put up a miraculous fight and didn't survive life, the only hope is that those men and the likes out in the world don't have a shot at surviving the world for the cowards they are.
Nirbhaya , Ragini, Damini - call her whatever but that brave fighter of a girl will forever and always be a survivor in my heart! She might have succumbed to her injuries but if you know the extent to which she her body was damaged, traumatized, you'd realize that the insane fight she put up for 12 days was miraculous even for the almighty's standards. I started off thinking maybe it's better if her suffering ends and she goes to a place above and beyond the mortal world where life is more fair. But then she told her mother "Please. I want to live". That boggled my mind. The tremendous pain she was in didn't shatter her hopes for a better life, for justice. The first thing she did was ask about her friend who was attacked trying to save her. Not only was she brave but a zillion times more human than those monsters who left no stone unturned to crush her.
When my dad says come back before dark (and mind you, before dark is like 6:30pm), I can not argue anymore. On what grounds do I defend the world outside. Every time I see a stranger, or a group of men on the road, my hand automatically folds into a fist and my mind starts to stratergize possible self-defense techniques and escapes. How is it fair that I or any girl for that matter go through that? Every day in my life, every time I am out in the evening, why do my parents have to be worried for my life? This is not the life any girl 'signed up' for.
As a person I am a believer, I believe in things. But that part of me is slowly dying. I am becoming more skeptical, more cynical and I hate that I have to change myself and my life just because someone out there might just crush me, destroy me, maybe even kill me. Survival of the fittest is clearly the punchline of the world we live in and I pledge to stand up stronger than ever to anyone who tries to exploit me. Nirbhaya's death will not go in vain and nor will the suffering of the several other victims of this heinous crime. I will scream. I will shout. I will hurt. I will KILL anyone who crosses the line and line, my friend, is awfully clear now.
As for her the brave-heart who passed away this morning, well I can only hope and pray that justice is served to you. I wish life was a movie and only the bad guys died. But just when you start dreaming of a better world, life smacks you in the face with a reality check.
If that girl put up a miraculous fight and didn't survive life, the only hope is that those men and the likes out in the world don't have a shot at surviving the world for the cowards they are.
" One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die! "
- John Donne
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