Tuesday, 14 March 2017

I am sorry, my dear country

Namaste India

I am a woman and I am your citizen. I am sorry for I will not celebrate the republic day just like I did not celebrate the ‘New Year’. I refrained from the festivities because of a simple reason. I don’t know if I am safe living here.

‘The brutal rape of a 23 year old medical student’ this was the headline in your newspapers and channels countrywide 16 December onwards. The whole country was shocked at the brutality and the nonsensical reason behind it. There was so much rage, anger, disbelief, denial and protests at that time. People were enraged, maddened with the thought that this could have happened to their sisters, daughters, mothers, wives…So they launched country wide protests. By the way, your attempts to suppress it were commendable. The silence from all major politicians, sending the victim for treatment after the battle was completely lost, calling the young people who were leading this protest ‘the discotheque generation’…Wow! Every thing has subsided now. The protesting voices are quite, the newspapers have moved on…people have resumed their routine.

However, I can’t. I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!

Being the country of Lakshmi, Saraswati and Durga how could you let this happen? Not only her but children as young as 3 and women as old as 75!!

Why are you dishonoring us? Are dowry deaths, female foeticides, domestic violence, eve teasing, child marriages and honor killings not enough that your men can do this too?

Why we are still looked down upon? Where is the freedom, the liberty, the gender equality that the constitution talks about? When you ask me to shut myself at home before 9 pm, are you not taking away my constitutional right to freedom?

Than why should I have faith? Why should I celebrate the making of this constitution which is so openly violated?

Sorry, extremely sorry.

I am a patriot at heart and I really respect you. But I will not be able to celebrate because I am still not free. I don’t want to celebrate liberation when I am not liberated.

Love you my dear country, hope you give me a chance to believe you once again.

Your unfortunate daughter


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