Thursday, 5 September 2013

Pre-teen-tious?

So, I open my Times of India tab which I regularly do, to briefly glance over the "top stories" of the day and keep myself updated, and the most horrendous news takes my attention.I read the date twice because I feel a sense of deja vu, like I have read this in yesterday's news too.No, its fresh. A juvenile rapist and murderer is released and has threatened again the sister of the victim, whom he had brutally raped and murdered. I guess murder is still a little glossy word. The "juvenile" raped the 6 year old victim repeatedly and then tore her body limb to limb and disposed it off in different public toilets. Questions like how could he? or why did he? is hardly what bothers me as I am overwhelmed by the number of incidents that have taken place over the past 5 years and how every time, these demons get better or worse at something you thought could not get more gruesome.

These grizzly affairs have stirred us to revisit the very humanity we have theoretically accepted our society has... by default. And the fact that the perpetrator is a juvenile has only increased our fears. So the question I would like to ask myself is, how juvenile is a juvenile?

The laws of our land govern that specific age limits are the perfect way to split up these adolescent citizens into being ready for voting(18), ready for drinking(21) and most definitely ready for marriage(21). And as ghastly as it may seem, the laws have unwittingly also provided a legal age for rape! Confused? Well, so was I when I saw repeated acquittals in various rape cases where juveniles in the bracket of 14 to 18 where given a "get out of jail free" card owing to a school leaving certificate. I would like to cite an example where a 14 year old boy was taken into a special reformatory home for a period of 6 months for raping a 4 month old infant girl. The disturbing fact is, today he is married and has his own family, but what happened to the child? Have we really become so blind? Has the average Indian really forgotten all about this crime? Was him being a minor at the time when the crime was committed, the only factor for going easy on him? So, if we use the same analogy with Kasab, and say that he was a minor at that time, will it clear him of all the charges?

We call them juvenile, and when I looked it up in the dictionary, it meant someone who is young and has not yet reached maturity. In legal tone, a person who is unaware of the crime and the consequences of the crime are called juveniles. So, are we to understand that in Delhi gang rape case, the juvenile, who according to the police charge sheet lead the group and did a monstrous damage to the victim by sticking a steel rod in her private parts be called unaware? Should we believe that the person who orchestrated the entire act that shamed the nation and the world be considered incapable of deciphering the consequences? I feel tired now, using the term juvenile as it only reminds me of a pretentious person trying to cover his bloodied tracks using the shrewd yet deceptive face of a child.

Human activists charge at the fact that our law should be reformatory and not driven by retribution. They say these "mislead souls" should be given proper counselling, and given a second chance at life. So does the current norm of having 6 months to 3 years of reformation really reform the criminal bent state of mind? I am perplexed at what could be the answer to such cases. Some suggest that we should hang them or at least give them life imprisonment to set an example and club them along with adult rapists and murderers. Some others say that we should reform the entire judicial system, change the reform homes to better suit such cases, and if possible, also allow them to integrate with the society again. Personally, I feel we should see the nature and intent of the act, the magnitude and intensity of each case and let our bright judges decide, not based on laws of numbers, but on the possibility that a crime is not always the result of a wayward child with psychological issues, sometimes it can also emanate from a stable mind with planned schemes and conscious ramifications.

Friday, 12 July 2013

Meet the dots

Happens to me too! This phrase has single handedly revolutionised friendship, sororities, kitty and or any other forum which brings people into a group and with these magical words binds their soul to the party.
From the time early cavemen started discussing their wives or food habit (whatever rings their bell if you know what I mean) to the time women discovered gossip (great discovery btw) to the time people started reading astrology column and getting amazed at how aligned it is with their life!
(Bogus, I say.)

One thing however cannot be refuted, how easily people connect with each other or inanimate columns out of sheer real life experiences! A survey taken out(by me) on fb statuses showed that ppl gave more likes to mutual everyday activities/experiences than unusual occurances.
For example, "I won an award in debate, so happy" drew me bullcrap of a response but when I said "change your toothbrush before it turns into a sunflower" I got a whooping acceptance. Some friends huh! But I guess its only human! Everyone connects to things they've felt. So I thought let's charge up the meter and start jotting down things that happened to me with a pinch of table salt!
Ahoy! matey, all hands on deck!
Always wanted to say that right?

Saturday, 6 July 2013

Kickstart

June 2013, 13 never was my lucky number. But what happened wasn't luck, it was the culmination of wrong decisions. Ok, let's make a status check..I am 24, without a job, with a master degree in finance but a knack for marketing. I stay in a PG in hyderabad which has whimsical water supply and a drunkard minor for the PG owner. I am in seclusion cause facing anyone is like facing charges for negligent homicide- guilty as hell.
Let's wind up a few years to the flutter of the butterfly that started all this. Coming to bhubaneswar, mid year, failing to cope up with studies, falling in love..or so I thought, losing my senses in the utter confusion of aptitude and career. I took commerce though I loved science...why...oh well I thought commerce is closer to money..yup I am a materialistic moron. I chose to fall in love again..this time I blame my hormones..I guess puberty decided to make my body a camping site for german experimentation.
Ok so I love again..and this time I created myself a bermuda triangle of destruction..this is where I truly fell..never to get up again.
My dreams of being a CA was charred with the soot of desperation, impatience, obsession and my new found sin..being fickle!
I could never truly appreciate my relations, my career, the scope I was offered again and again and most of all time...which flew and from being a promising tomorrow...came frighteningly close to the end of days.
I just fell down the rabbit hole without even realising..I was carrying this broken mind to my doomsday celebration. Anyways, facts are..I did a regular b.com. and then went ahead to do MFC..don't ask..and ended up my beautiful relationship smearing my image with promisquity and intricacies that even I was afraid to face again.
I have now successfully given MBA Exams twice and and made 0 percentiles for the nation! Well not exactly, I scored well the second time but again chose a contract job to stamp over my dreams and become a sell out.
And as all things end, so did this dream of my beloved MNC.
Which brings me to now..how many chances can I jus throw away? How many relations do I have left to break..virtually none and chances are on an absolute scale of zero!

Good news..mom still believes in me.
Bad news..I havnt done anything to prove it.
Ok..so here's the kickstart...do or die...no no...do or let everyone down..yup...that ought to scare the best of us..