Into her wet eyes…!!! (Has India become the rape capital of the world?- part 1)

Incident one: An afternoon of 4 June 2014 at Pune, I was heading toward my home by ST bus.

newasa, one full.’ I smiled at bus conductor.

‘Not possible.’ He looked at me, leaning on a backseat and exchanged the smile.

‘ohh, that just newasa phata.’ I said realizing my mistake.

‘got it, but the bus will have a halt for a 30 min on a way.’ He torn up a ticket which was coming out of the machine. He was so courteous, I was experiencing such kind of encounter with a bus conductor, first time ever.

I nodded. Being awkward. Suddenly I moved forward and my head met with the metal rod, it wasn’t new thing, bus driver had slapped the break. I had lost something in a that sudden shock, that was my pen which was gone under a seat, just right to me. i looked up, there were 2-3 men gazing me, standing between my and the seat, under which my pen was surrendered.

It was a couple seating there, gathering all of my courage I excused them over my lost pen. A boy, 25-year-old and very well dressed, helped me but that girl wasn’t seemed comfortable with all the things happening around. perhaps, she wasn’t used with those standing men.

I had a little pain in my head but that couldn’t stop me to play a roll of a typical Indian neighborhood, my ears were on the girl and the boy’s discussion. As the bus was shifting to top gear , their conversation moved forward. He was smiling throughout conversation; she was ignoring him. ‘leave them‘ i muttered and was about to plug in headphone into my phone then,

‘phattt..!!’ that guy was being slapped very hard by her. I saw him and then her. Terrible accident, I was witnessed. standing up i saw her eyes, she was crying. 

Incident Two:

A night of 6 Jan 17 at natepute, district pune handing over a cup of tea to my father I was curiously gazing a half aged woman. It was a cacophony of a horn that made my eyes frieze on her. She was coming in a way of the bus and a driver was continuously honking to that woman. She was seemed very scattered and her terrible eyes was telling everything about her. She was completely lost. Like a ship lost her way in the middle of the ocean.

A conductor stepped up toward her, thinking she needs a help.

‘magh ho,  r##@$.’ She outraged in a Marathi, running away from him. We were at bus stand, surrounding with hardly 7 people. Going to the pandharpur, we had stopped middle in the way because of being misinformed about route.

Stepping every foot very desperately on platform she was coming to us, got in her eyes for a second, and witnessed, into what she had been through. I felt she might be a prisoner who has escaped or she was mentally disturbed. She cut us and went in a dark corner, behind us. While the bus stand was troubling hard to make his own identity in a very deem light.

‘bai kya chahiye.’ (oh woman, what do you want?) a tea seller, should be 30-year-old, who was serving us tea screamed on her. She shook her head. Her teeth were making noise, a general reaction to a cold.

‘chaha lagata hai kya?’  (do you need a tea?) he, the tea seller, gave a disgusted smile to her. His tone of language was pointing towards his less education. He stepped forward and gave her a cup of tea. When everything was seemed fine, then she screamed very loud. That screaming made every one of us avert to her. It was a dark but all we saw, a tea seller with a spoiled shirt and a red face. She had thrown a tea on his face, not even tea but also she had kicked the thermos out of the platform.

Now what was happened with either incident? Just a minute, ‘Aaa, in first; the guy must have flirted with the girl.’ Nope, the boy was innocent, the girl was innocent as well. but what happened next disturbed me, the boy got beaten very brutally by some men, the same men who were gazing that girl just before some time.

Let’s go to 2nd one. Here all I heard that she was alleging him to ask her something unethical (I can’t describe what was that but not just me but the 5-6 people around us too went in a shock to hear her. It was really embarrassing.) after that he kept denying all allegation and declared her a mentally disturb woman. Fortunately, there was a huge watch man who handled the situation very well. Unfortunately, the tea seller went smiling from there. She was again all alone there, this time her eyes were filled with tears. It was 11 PM by then, now we all were supposed to board , it was last bus to our destination.

read my blog about reservation come on appa..!!! (in Marathi)

That two incident had some common characters. The alone and unsecured SHE. The overconfident HE. And the mute society.  

before moving further lets have a glimpse on some statistic about crime regarding of molestation and rape..

  1. in India 92 woman raped on a every day.
  2. among them 98% are committed by the person known to the victim.
  3. though only 5.8% are reported to police.
  4. and surprising fact is, despite having such a mess, we are characterized as one of the nation which has lowest per capita rape.
  5. but this fact is going to be history as India achieving some shocking number of crimes day by day. we have one of fastest growing crime rate.

source: Wikipedia

it was just two incident. if we observe the society and surrounding you will also come across with many incidents. from bus to train, from school to office, from road to last store of sky-scrapper, women are objecting as a thing. is this the same nation where we worship cows but dishonor woman?  is this the same nation where we promise our sister to protect but forget that every alone girl also can be a sister of someone? Analysed above incidents and data? Let’s move to second blog with some questions, was that her fault? was that his fault? Was that our (society’s) fault? 

(to be continued, from prajapti’s arrest to digvijay sing’s sexist comment on his co-worker. Into the Karnataka assembly, from koprdie’s brutally rape to why the 4 million youth of pune stepped out of the home to give her justice? and how we are heading towards a capital of rape.)

still then jay hind.🇮🇳


90..!! 100..! or sometime 120…!! it was his heart beats per minute when he saw her. Mouth opened, freezed tongue, Hands didn’t co-operate with him, right hand wanted to roam over hair while left got busy to adjust the shirt, eyes were scanning her with bad intention, the uncomfortable and bad he was! 
His heart said ‘she is mine’; the brain said ‘forget love, just grab her.’ But the soul said ‘hey, look at yourself, you can never win her. you bloody lusty unconfident guy.’ While that guy was busy to scan her, she smiled at someone. Her pink blush seemed like it was a reaction to a magic. That guy averted, and ya it was a magical person there. THE CARING CONFIDENT GUY WAS THERE. 

‘ohh… again. I hate you, confident guy.’ the unconfident one said. Yes, the unconfident guy just can’t win a girl with a shaky tongue, lusty eyes, bad intention and the haggard face. Girl knows who is good for her and who is bad one. 

The pretty girl, voters. The confident guy, modi. The unconfident guy, oppositions. 

Seeing modi’s massive victory, it’s now obvious that modi is that magic (like that dream person) who is wining hearts. In other side, we have opposition, they seem very unsecure. Whenever I heard some crying opposition, I picturised the sour grapes and the fox story.  

The above was a fantasy. But we can link this fantasy to the current situation of Indian politics. That unconfident one did his best to impress her. Pretended to be honest servant, a caring lover but she kicked them out. 

Now seeing current trends of results, anyone can think, what is really happen to voters? Why? How? What? And many questions. Demonetisation, intolerance, hindu-muslim love hate and many more subjects were there to defeat BJP and modi though he won!!  

Now again, what is trust? What is love?  It’s not easy to explain, I know. But have you ever been in love with someone? How does it feel? Very pleasant. No matter whether you feel angry on him/her, no matter how many times s/he has broken your heart, we get back to them, that’s the magic of love and trust. (I am not psephologist, I am a learner of a story telling about romance and humour, so managing writing about this issue by my level.) the same principle worked about modi and voters.

IMG 1:: Its how saffron is spreading over india.

The way he talks, the way he walks:

it’s a lonely factor. Modi. Voters have fallen for him. Doesn’t matter whether he is making promises happen or not, his personality making everything possible for him. He is doing that things young generation wants. He talks like a boss but doesn’t he do action as well? He does. And for us, voters, “well done seems good than well said.” 

IMG 2:: Mulaym sing yadav’s younger bahu with modi. Is she becoming bhakt too?

Conversation: A bridge to connect hearts. 

A conversation can do a magic. It can join hearts or break them. When some parties are busy to do social engineering about cast and religion, he is listening to and connecting with every population not just across india but across world by social media and his thought and solution sharing program man ki bat. 

3 guys. 1 aunt.

Certainly, 1st guy is Rahul Gandhi who is clearing road for bjp. 2nd is no other than AK and third some media persons. The way they are using their non-sense to divert voters towards them, modi is becoming more powerful and its feel he makes sense than them (sometime he doesn’t, but can you imagine raga is ruling india? no so you don’t have any option, vote for modi )  

IMG 3:: How you should not give a look to someone you like most? 👆👆 

That aunt was nothing but a media, who has damn crush on modi. Morning to evening, they show us only modi. They are the one made the modi brand powerful. Indian media is not as mature compare to international media. Modi eats, they show. Modi seats, they show. Modi laughs, they laugh. Modi cries they too cry. What a love!!!