OUR ANCESTORS, TODAY, HANG THEIR HEADS IN SHAME !
'यत्र नार्यय्सु पुज्यन्ते रमन्ते तत्र देवता: |'...मनु महाराज
(Where women are worshipped, there the gods rejoice.)
So, are we a Godless country today when our daughters are thus being desecrated and destroyed? It is time to reflect on our ancient sources of knowledge and truth and arrive at a better appreciation of our pristine spiritual principles and their better application in our social life.
Governments cannot but assume responsibility for failure to protect citizens. The Chief Minister and the Prime Minister and the Home Minister must hang their heads in shame when such incidents repeatedly happen and with ever-increasing frequency.
When such bright lives in their youthful bloom are snuffed out early, one must realise as to how many demons are prowling on the streets, ready to pounce on innocent passers by. It is a state of internal emergency of sorts where a daughter of the land cannot move safely and without fear. What sort of freedom is it that does not allow the free flow of the fundamental right to movement? All our tall talks of economic growth and progress must be seen in this social context where the very citizens whose lives are being bettered economically, are not spared the morrow to live to savour the fruits of such development.
Priyanka Reddy was a 'candle in the wind', put out before she had reached her natural end. The defiling and the desecration of her form before she was relieved in death, one must but reflect to conceptualise the horror of it. Her agony in those dying minutes of her life, when God and man had both left her indefensible being to feebly fend for herself, must have manifested before her collapsing consciousness the utter helplessness of her individual self in the face of collective barbarism and the sheer futility of her cherished civilisation. Or, perhaps, these are our preposterous suppositions. She must have battled her way to her heroic end at the hands of medieval monsters, a victim to the very instruments which are forged in the womb of woman. But she died, not ingloriously but as a martyr to the quickening consciousness of her countrymen who must honour her in death what they failed to do so in her life, not by verbal denunciations and exhortations for equally horrific public punishments for the offenders of such crimes but by reformation of their own lives en masse for the future flourishing of millions of Priyankas now living in dire threat to their safety every moment.
A massive movement needs to be in place, of the awakening of the kshatriya spirit among our countrymen by the systematic build up of character as has sustained Indian civilisation for countless centuries. Crimes, let them be the aberration, not the norm.
Written by Sugata Bose
'यत्र नार्यय्सु पुज्यन्ते रमन्ते तत्र देवता: |'...मनु महाराज
(Where women are worshipped, there the gods rejoice.)
So, are we a Godless country today when our daughters are thus being desecrated and destroyed? It is time to reflect on our ancient sources of knowledge and truth and arrive at a better appreciation of our pristine spiritual principles and their better application in our social life.
Governments cannot but assume responsibility for failure to protect citizens. The Chief Minister and the Prime Minister and the Home Minister must hang their heads in shame when such incidents repeatedly happen and with ever-increasing frequency.
When such bright lives in their youthful bloom are snuffed out early, one must realise as to how many demons are prowling on the streets, ready to pounce on innocent passers by. It is a state of internal emergency of sorts where a daughter of the land cannot move safely and without fear. What sort of freedom is it that does not allow the free flow of the fundamental right to movement? All our tall talks of economic growth and progress must be seen in this social context where the very citizens whose lives are being bettered economically, are not spared the morrow to live to savour the fruits of such development.
Priyanka Reddy was a 'candle in the wind', put out before she had reached her natural end. The defiling and the desecration of her form before she was relieved in death, one must but reflect to conceptualise the horror of it. Her agony in those dying minutes of her life, when God and man had both left her indefensible being to feebly fend for herself, must have manifested before her collapsing consciousness the utter helplessness of her individual self in the face of collective barbarism and the sheer futility of her cherished civilisation. Or, perhaps, these are our preposterous suppositions. She must have battled her way to her heroic end at the hands of medieval monsters, a victim to the very instruments which are forged in the womb of woman. But she died, not ingloriously but as a martyr to the quickening consciousness of her countrymen who must honour her in death what they failed to do so in her life, not by verbal denunciations and exhortations for equally horrific public punishments for the offenders of such crimes but by reformation of their own lives en masse for the future flourishing of millions of Priyankas now living in dire threat to their safety every moment.
A massive movement needs to be in place, of the awakening of the kshatriya spirit among our countrymen by the systematic build up of character as has sustained Indian civilisation for countless centuries. Crimes, let them be the aberration, not the norm.
Written by Sugata Bose
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