SHE – The nameless faceless ones

SHE was working in the night shift and was on her way home in the company car after a tiring day when it happened. Four strange men forcibly got into the car with her as they were halted at the signal…one man even pulled the driver out and pushed him to the ground. It happened before she really had a chance to comprehend what was going on. As they drove away to have their way with her…SHE wished she had something to help her…

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They told her SHE would get the best wildlife pictures if she waited quietly in the bushes at the edge of the village until the first faint light of the morning appeared. She did as she was advised and waiting patiently. Suddenly she heard the crack of some twigs. She stilled in anticipation for the animal to make its appearance. It did. It also stood on two feet….SHE wished she had something to help her…

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SHE was waiting for her bus when a minivan slowed down beside her. The man in the passenger seat lowered his window and beckoned her. She looked at him suspiciously for a moment but then he only seemed to be asking her for directions so she went closer to the vehicle to show him where to go.  The back door slid open before she knew it and a man pulled her in. They laughed as they drove away while she looked helplessly on…SHE had nothing to help her…

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SHE is me….SHE is also you. SHE is the everyday woman. SHE is every woman who goes about her daily chores but ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time by some cruel twist of fate. SHE is every woman who has suffered at the hands of cruel barbaric men. SHE is every woman who has not had the bright light of the media shined on her misfortune and so has been ignored. SHE is every woman who could have been saved and spared if perhaps she had a little something on her to protect her…I wish SHE had Smart Suraksha with her

Source: Google Images

Source: Google Images

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Please please check out the Smart Suraksha application available for your smart phone. If you ever feel that you are in danger, one click will send a message to five pre-determined numbers from you contact list and to the police too! AND it even sends your location to these numbers…! I urge you to download it and stay safe…

I am participating in the Seeking Smart Suraksha contest at BlogAdda.com in association with Smart Suraksha App

Namaste and Salaam

Born of one womb,
Separated at birth.
Brothers turned enemies
So much resentment and hurt.
Lines have been tattooed
To separate you from me;
Yet bloodshed and violence
Have peppered our story.
Perhaps it is only my foolish dream
To hope that one day all will be calm
After all this is something I often wonder,
How different is my Namaste from your Salaam?

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got featured this week! 🙂

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Violence Against Women – It’s a men’s issue

Jackson Katz provides a possible solution to some of the problems I mentioned and questions I asked in an earlier post.

I stumbled upon this video by accident and I’m glad I stopped to watch. Like Katz, I hope that one day, we have both men and women who don’t just laugh when their friends say something degrading about women but speak out to become leaders of change.

Enough said…please watch.

Darwin’s Freedom

My first Daily Post Challenge! The idea was to post about metamorphosis – from human to animal or vice-versa. (Look at the link. It’s all explained much better there). This is my response to it, for hopefully, your reading pleasure:

Darwin always knew Mother should never have let that crazy man move into their house. Her latest was the seventh in a string of alcoholic abusive boyfriends in the past year. But this one, was worse than the others. He not only beat up Mother, but while she lay crumpled on the floor covered in blood, he often went into Darwin’s room and beat him too till he wasn’t able to cry out anymore and just lay there, waiting for it to stop. He hated the way people looked at him the next day. He hated the questions people asked him in school. He was tried of pretending to be the clumsiest boy in the ninth grade. He had lost count of the number of times he tried to get his mother to just leave everything and go away with him…to start afresh somewhere. But, she had been too afraid. She stayed. While all he wanted was for them to be free. Her boyfriend has ensured part of his wish last night. He hit her too hard too many times…she wouldn’t wake up. Darwin tried to stop it, but couldn’t until it was too late. He had hit him with a cricket bat and then run for his life… 

For a couple of hours, that was all he had done, run…constantly looking over his shoulder, trying to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. Ever fearful that Mother’s boyfriend might suddenly appear behind him his evil face poking out from between the trees. He reached the stream and bent down to scoop up some water to parch his dry throat, but stopped remembering that the papers said something about a dangerous mutative toxin that had been released into the water supply. He sat down for a minute, to rest his aching legs when he heard it, the snap of a branch behind him.

He scarcely had time to turn before Mother’s boyfriend said, “What the hell do you think you’re doing kid? Come back with me…NOW! I’ve got this nasty bump on my head that I think you had something to do with….it’s payback time don’t you think???”, and he snarled at him.

Darwin looked from the gurgling water in the stream to the madman standing in front of him, swinging the bat menacingly. He made a choice…

Darwin fell face forward into the stream drinking up as much of the water as he could before starting to run again, taking the man standing before him by surprise. But, Darwin couldn’t get too far before the toxins began to work in him and he collapsed on the ground, the pain almost too much to handle. His mother’s last boyfriend looked on in confused amazement as Darwin suddenly took flight….he was a beautiful white dove…

In the air, soaring high, Darwin deposited a little parcel on his mother’s boyfriends bald shiny head and laughed, he was finally free.