Three Articles

I was returning home from my internship by train, which was something I later found myself to regret. Saying Mumbai locals are filled with people is synonymous to saying that Suresh Kalmadi is a liar. Go during the right time, and there won’t be enough room for your chest hair to stand up straight. After being violated by hundreds of Mumbaikars and their bags, I went to only place that I believed could grant me some solace and serenity-a vada pav stall. I then returned home, feeling happy with the little lives I had changed today through law and picked up the newspaper. As I read it, I lost faith in law faster than Miley Stewart gets laid.

Juvenile? Are you fucking 'kid'ding me?
On the very first page I read about how a ‘juvenile’ of about 17-20 years of age (age wasn't able to be definitely determined) was let of the hook for raping a minor. I just hope my college mates back in Delhi don’t happen to read the article, for obvious reasons. What makes this news worst that he cut the body part into pieces and threw them into different public toilets.

The Other Side

Returning from my hostel after months of isolation, alienation and separation, I returned to my birth place. The first glorious face, which I saw the moment I came out of my train station, refreshed all my childhood memories and times in this awesome city. It was my driver’s. I sat down in my car, and we started talking about my newly acquired French beard (oh yes, imma bragging!). It then, eventually reached to the most talked about event in India presently, the Delhi rape case. Now before you close down this window thinking this article to be more about how wrong rapists are and how their groins should be torn out in the public, let me say that this one is absolutely different. This is the other side of the story. From the mouth of my driver, who has lived among people who believe that rape incidents occur because of the girl’s doings. And he justified it quite well too. I hope you comprehend this side well.

Gave Birth To HIS Baby

Let me start with a tale.

Kamla Devi was pregnant, everybody was happy. After nine months of expectations the fortunate day came when her water broke; a baby was going to be delivered! They rushed to the nearest government hospital, excited! But the hospital asked for money, which her family did not have, they had to go elsewhere. No hospital was agreeing to accommodate her, she searched for five days. She searched for 5 days with a dead foetus in her stomach. Her third baby died. She got pregnant again soon after that. This time during delivery, she died.

India has just recognised “Reproduction Rights” as a legal right and is the first country to do so. It recognises the basic right of all couples and individuals to decide freely and responsibly the number, spacing and timing of their children and to have the information and means to do so, and the right to attain the highest standard of sexual and reproductive health. It also includes the right of all to make decisions concerning reproduction free of discrimination, coercion and violence as expressed in human rights documents. In the exercise of this right, they should take into account the needs of their living and future children and their responsibilities towards the community. The citizens of countries other than India might be confounded- “If they don’t decide, then who does? The Godfather?” Well no, the husbands mostly. In a typical Indian family, the husband earns while the wife does household chores. So of course, only the husband can decide the matters of the house, amount of children THEY want, the money and facilities SHE should get, her behaviour in front of others, her number of breaths…