Living in the wild

Rarely does this heart ache and when it does, I know it will write. The one on the pup that died was written almost 4 months back but I wanted to hold it as a personal piece until I decided I will post it with some additions ....for anyone who could adopt a few orphaned pups.

Yesterday I read the gory details of the Delhi gang rape. I had chosen to not read it initially and had pushed it aside as another tragic incident. But the consistent data from the media made me sit up and comprehend. 

In horror.  

I am very graphic in imagination ; it makes things worse.

I also fantasized as to what torture I would mete out to the criminals if I could get to them. 

Later as I kept reading on the attackers ; it made me realize all the more that this could continue in India or I would say world over. Public stoning, flogging to death and other painful exemplary punishments could reduce it a bit . But until the cause is addressed this will continue.

Capital punishment is not going to help. Death is freedom for the criminals. Freedom from cruel existence.
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A baby is born in a Delhi slum as pure at heart & soul as any other infant in the world. A little tarnished though; as even before birth, during his mother’s pregnancy the world feeds pain into his little psyche . The mother’s stressful marginal existence only adds to his view of what he would face when born.

As a kid he is born to love and be loved as all beings on earth are hard-wired by creation.

What he gets though;  is cruel words from his parents ( as such they don’t consider him their child anymore; as he was an accident anyway ).

His existence depends entirely on the trash served out by the “upper” class in the high rise apartments where his mother works as a maid. He sees his mother suffering as she is slogging away in multiple houses to earn the paltry amount that she uses for the family sustenance.

His is fond of his sister ...who does have the time to really love him.

But she too is frequently taken away in the evening, by the man who his mother stays with, and whom he calls father. He is told that she is going to "work".

It takes a few more years of aging for him to realize that he is living in a world of want, rot, hatred and  bitterness.

Day to day living is a fight. Being a man though he feels duty bound to protect & preserve the women folk of the house. He can do little as he can hardly preserve himself. He is forced to see them being abused daily.

He starts hating his family, the world around him. He starts hating himself.

Subconsciously his heart coats itself with an armour of pain through which love or kindness can neither enter nor exit. The soul cannot handle this and is numbed. It uses this armour to be totally immune to the gruesome physical , mental and emotional surroundings.

His mind though demands satisfaction , completion. He gets no job to use his abilities whatever limited.

Around him in stark contrast is the City around him which vulgarly flaunts wealth, fortune, happiness & surplus.

He longs to be there. Someday………..hmm.

A easy high is provided by LSD, Cocaine or cheaper still alcohol, shoe polish or cough syrup. Schizophrenia is acquired easily.

End of story .

This is the state of many a slum dweller . Many of them who restrain from crime only because Indian culture being what it is; they find it easy to consider the “Upper” class as superior, who have to be served . So they  continue doing so in some form.

The rest “revolt”. They demand and ensure they get their share of the “good life”. 

Theft, Rape, Murder …..whatever it takes.

Crime in all forms is driven by hardened souls. The cause of which is me ( and  you, probably ). 
What have I done to bring about reducing the disparity between me and the hunger stricken and the less privileged.

A criminal is not born from criminal genes of a Father and  mother. Criminals are created.

Meanwhile; What could we possibly do until the hardened souls are given avenues to live, love and be loved ?  OR  
Until the Death Sentence or more severe Mid-East style punishments become more common than "the rarest of the rare". ( What a Dumb Phrase coined by the Judiciary! )

Well;

What do people do when vacationing in the Masai Mara ? Do they walk free ?

No …..they put themselves in a cage and go around . OR carry weapons to protect oneself &;; always maintain a safe distance from the animals. 

….. when in the wild we take a lot of precautions.  Else we will be animal feed before even realizing what went wrong.
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I happened to see a couple of posters of demonstrating girls in Delhi.

 “Don’t look at my skirt, look at your mind”  .........
“I will flaunt – but it is not an invitation”.

......I personally liked the posters; but dear girl....

ANIMALS DON'T HAVE A MIND NOR DO THEY NEED INVITATION .