“If I am not for myself, then who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, then what am I? And if not now, when?”

Monday, December 31, 2012

My Kalki

"An idea that is developed and put into action is more important than an idea that exists only as an idea.” - Buddha

These things happen. Rapes existed in our society. Like some chronic dermatological disease, it stuck.
Even after media upheld this particular case, people's overwhelming response, we still read about rape incidences in and around the capital.
That is India.
That is what has happened to India.

I remember asking my friend after being in Russia for almost two years, on returning, and having watched "Life in a Metro" recently, " Has India always been this awful or is it me? Is it coz I've grown up enough to perceive it?"
Neither did she have an answer.

Here's what I think: We have a semi-orthodox society, which means we jump to either side depending on our convenience. A pretentious group of people exhibiting their openness in a  closed society. A society where you can do anything, but not talk about it. Girls are killed for family honor and female idols have nine day festivals. Girls are married off at a tender age but live-ins is considered a taboo. Gay culture is looked down on and yet female foeticide rate never goes down! Not that it's related directly but is there an other option that you leave?


So till yesterday it was the girl's dress that provoked, the media that corrupted, the films that mislead, the companions who were inappropriate, the easy availability of porn that spoiled HIM. Not you, THEY were responsible.

Yess even I want the accused to die a painful death but beyond that I want to know why. I want to know how and why they thought that raping would be equal to having sex. What made them beat her up like sadists.
One blow. Second. Third.
With an iron rod, on bare skin of a woman who is pleading...crying.... bleeding...n struggling.

What did they feel in the moment? I know rape isn't comparable to sex as a means of indulgence, it has more of dominance attached to the idea, a sense of supremacy.
But I really want to know what makes a human turn cruel. No, That cruel that you loose your sense of being human.


Are you still waiting for tsunamis and earthquakes to end your world?... Gangrapes, 3G scams, mining scams, politics, corruption, abuse...look around you!


"Bura dhundane jab mai chala 
bura mila na koi 
jab dhunda khud me
mujhse bura na koi....."

I broke down when I read she died. She died. All this for a person who doesn't even breathe the same air as us anymore?? Or maybe not. Coz these things happen remember?

Then I looked again at the people at Jantar Mantar. At various places. Revolting, making sure that the war she lost with life, isn't the lesson we didn't learn.
This one girl without a name brought people out of their homes and has made them speak up for what they want. She changed their indifferent attitude. She lived by example showing what is rotten in our society. She is this unseen God that brought out the chaos in us.
She is like our Gandhi.
.......Damini or Nirbhaya they call her.
                                                 Don't you feel she is Kalki?



Monday, December 24, 2012

Scar Tissue

So the long awaited internship at the district hospital did come to an end. And I didn't write every word of it as I thought I would. That's me. Procrastinator or Lazy , whatever you might wanna call me.

It's been 5 days without the hospital and I have a feeling of loosing something, maybe loosing my identity of who I am. Not that I wished it gave me one, still there is this feeling of wanting to go back and talk to patients, explain them stuff, smile and treat them.

I've spent my last nine months whining about how awful the hospital is, how lazy the doctors are and how uneducated the patients tend to be. But apparently, I wanna go back. Not sure to what, but just being a doctor, who is there, when they need, is a reason enough I guess.

Or maybe this is coz I'm a person who lives in the past. I'm hung up on it. I fail to see the goodness in "Today". I fail to understand things when they don't work out my way. My brain is blocked with thoughts I'm not supposed to have. Discontent that I am, makes me annoy people talking to me. I am in a schedule but I am free....and this freedom has so many of it's limitations that I am giving it away.

This isn't my life. It's what others thought I should have..and without questioning, I have said okay!