The Victim..!!

10:00 PM                                                                                                                        Noida, India
The dark sky swept across the silent streets of the city. Huge buildings across the streets stood like a monster ready to gulp the city. The security guard’s who were responsible for people’s safety were already half asleep securing their dreams. The only visible light being the flickering signal lights gave a hope of safety when Aarohi walked down the street.
Aarohi, 27-year-old, a girl with wheatish skin, sharp features and shinning black hair wore a beautiful floral blue dress covering her head with a pashmina shawl. The street where she rambled was a part of her everyday routine. Aarohi worked in a Well known IT company 2 lanes behind this street.

While she  walked along the lane, a brisk black Audi passed by her side. The shawl covering her head plunged by the wind-blown by the snappy car. She was taken a back by what she had just heard, someone from the car had shouted : “Hey lady, get inside our car..!!” Aarohi was stumped, she paused for a while, looked back and thought was it wise enough to return back. Having traveled almost more than half way there was no point returning back and with this thought she moved ahead. On her way she kept on murmuring “Aarohi this is the same route you have been hiking on since 3 years and it’s totally safe, nothings gonna happen you will reach home in next 15 mins.

As she moved ahead, she saw the same Audi taking a U-turn and coming on her way. Her breath sank and she started running in the opposite direction. Within few seconds the car spotted her and she was horrified, 2 furious young men came out and pulled her inside and one more on the front seat who used abusive words to call her inside. Aarohi tried every bit to save herself but all her efforts went in vain. She kept on shouting “Don’t pull me, someone help help..!!” There was no one to hear her sobbing scream.

And in few minutes all her belongings dropped on the road and she was in the car.

Inside the car, her hands were pulled tightly by the one seating on backseat and the other one holding her legs who was on the front seat. She tried every bit to save herself,  kept on impelling her hands and legs in every direction she could.

Slowly slowly, she had lost all her strength and could no more resist. With every single minute she could feel the pain, her clothes were ripped off one by one. She was in deep shock, hardly could she shout or utter a word. The rage in her eyes had now turned into shame. The only thought that she had

how will she face the world now?

What’s going to happen next?

Will they kill me? And If they don’t kill me, I would kill myself..!!

And in next one hour when the lust of the demon had been satisfied they kicked her out of the car on the footpath. There was no one on the road side and for a change Aarohi felt good about it. She was scared to face the world now. She tried getting up but failed not only once but thrice. She regained some energy, stood up and started figuring out the road. While she walked, her eyes, her mind, her heart still could not accept what had just happened with her. She thought of killing herself on her way back but for every time she thought to do so, the pity eyes which had been waiting for her at home stopped her from doing so. She knew she had to live for her parents and in no chance she could end her life.

Every moment on her way back, she thought if the devils who brought her to this stage Will even be punished? Will she get justice? Will the society accept her? Will her parents be able to face the world? Will she lead a normal life? What if every thing goes wrong? What if tomorrow she would be in the highlights of newspaper with a title “Aarohi Sharma : a middle-class family girl gang RAPED..!!”  Every inch of her body still could feel the pain and the marks given by them, she wanted to rub it off, tear her skin and hide in some corner and never get out of it.

She was now at the doorstep of her home, she ranged the bell and her dad opened the door. Her dad was scared by her condition, she hurriedly got inside and broke down. She kept on howling and shouting.  Even without speaking a word, her parents were clear of what had happened with her. They tried getting every detail of who had done this to her. For the entire night she kept on weeping and her parents who were already speechless tried consoling her.

This was not the end of the story, the actual tragedy happened next morning when Aarohi and her parents decided not to raise voice against what had happened with Aarohi. They all decided to forget the entire trauma as soon as possible. Just like every other middle class family, rather than fighting for justice they were worried more about the society.

And with this, One more chapter was masked and a smile was coated on the sore face. Although it took years for Aarohi to clear off the scars and lead a new life.

This forces me to think : What was her fault? Why was she been asked to keep her mouth shut? Was she doing something wrong on the street? If it was about her clothes then she was actually covered in a complete Indian attire, not even a drench of her body was visible. Why is that the fear of society kills our confidence?

In the country where we reside, every other day a girl like Aarohi is forced to live a dead life.

P. S : Wish Girls on this planet can soon enjoy their life in peace, without any fright of loosing their own self. One must not forget every girl is a daughter, a wife,a mother and a sister for someone, lets protect them and not make them a living dead soul.

 

A Room of Fear..!!

And it was a night before her solo trip. Deep inside she was scared, she wanted to lock her in her comfort zone and never come out of it.

It was first time that Anjali, a young and a charming 22-year-old girl, had got the biggest opportunity from her corporate firm and had to travel to The United States of America the other morning for 3 months. 

Like every other girl, she had no courage to face it all alone. She had often tried to delay this opportunity in every other way she could. But now it was getting over her head. She knew one day this had to happen and so today was the day. 

Anjali actually was bold and smart but some how, she had a fear of going out of her own space. She always felt that the world outside had their eagle eye on her and that they would always wait for her to commit a mistake. Although she had always been an optimistic person, but like all of us even she had some hidden fright. 

So Anjali, who was just like us in every other way, thought of taking up this challenge and giving it a try. 

Yes, you read it right — She chose to face her fear (Not all of us have the same spirit)

The other morning, while at the airport when she was about to board her first flight, she actually looked like a 2-year-old kid whose candy had been stolen. She was much horrified from inside but on her face she never let that appear. With full confidence she boarded the flight and landed in Chicago. Her first journey boosted her so much that it almost appeared like she had known this unknown city for long.

So the next step was again a rooted fear – staying alone in a Hotel room.. But that day it turned out to be different. All of sudden when she entered the room it felt like it was a pleasant one. Though at night she was a bit scared but she kept on fighting with her mind and later slept in peace.

The next 3 months turned out like a miracle for her. Yes at times she did face some difficulties, like she often used to forget the roads and end up in almost opposite direction. But she had learnt that even the wrong paths might end up in a beautiful experience. Even at her work place, people around her turned out to be friends with her in no time and which eventually helped her in performing better and better.

Anjali had found a new soul inside her. Her fear had disappeared like a bubble popping from a soap-bubble. It just took 16 hours of flight to make her confident enough. That’s how her story changed and keeping aside all the minor hurdles she always succeeded. 

So what exactly is this FEAR???

Fear which can be of any type.. may it be a fear of darkness,or of height, or of water, or of being alone,or of travelling and on and on.

But the question here lies is : Does Fear actually exist?? 

The answer to it is “NO“. In real fear is just an abstract thought in our mind. How we actually face our fear depends on us. The more we give importance to our fear the more it suppresses us.

So, Believe in your self and just face it once. Never let your FEAR kill your confidence. 

The Early Dawn…

The sun had barely risen and the city had subdued quiet in dawn. Only some road sweepers and morning factory workers hurried through the fast moving streets of Mumbai.

While everyone passed along the streets, I found a fisherman trying to get his way through the deep sea. The silent sea waves created a symphony which was peaceful. The fisherman, in the midst of the never ending sea was in search of something. For him his boat was like a extravagant yacht, the one enriched with all the luxuries of world. His fishing net was not just the one knitted with nylon or silk but above all it was his reason of survival. The isolated sea had now turned out to be its soul. Everyday he would porch in the same sea in hunt of living for his family.

By now time had elapsed by few hours, sun was overhead and the buzzing streets of Mumbai were now crowded. The fisherman kept on swirling his fishing net in all directions. While he did so he had now managed to get some fishes and though it was not a fancy deal but feeling of contentment was visible on his face. And now, he knew that he would be able to get something for his family while he returned back. And his search went on for the rest of the day.

When the beautiful sun was about to sway back and the sky dyed pomegranate pink, the fisherman sailed his boat back to the shore. A feeling of pride was clearly seen on his face. His job though it paid him little but he was satisfied about what he did. At the end of the day smile on his family’s face was all that he strived for.

P. S : Be contended about what you work, it may reward you sooner or later.