The vicious circle of Life

Wake up. Witness the horrors. Complain about it. Sleep. Repeat.

It was a regular Friday morning. I woke up and as per routine, started browsing through Facebook. But of course, the feed was flooded with photographs of the perpetrators of an innocent girl, or the girl herself, accompanied with trending hashtags and the usual keywords of shame, disgust, rape, religion, politics and what not. On an ideal day, such posts would have bothered me; the very brutality of it would make me shudder. But does the ideal exist?

Everyone will be united in their disgust and anger at the atrocity of the crime. We’ll be all about posting and highlighting our rage on social platforms and blogs (like yours truly here), sharing aptly worded posts to apprise the world and showcase our public support to what is right. Some may even express their political sentiments and their outrage over religion and communal differentiation superseding the gravity of the crime committed. Maybe, if we feel driven enough, we’d start a petition and get it signed by several people that would deliver justice to the victim, in some way for sure. And if we’re lucky enough, justice will be served to the perpetrators.

And that will be it.

Just like that, we’ll be at peace, for the work is done. The wrong has been righted. Consequently, this particular incident will be neatly stashed in the archives of the horrific things India’s daughters have experienced. We would soon have a documentary to its credit. And again, the battle of words will ensue, dying its natural death. Men and women will once again establish a causality and blame girls for the way they dress. In situations where minors are involved, we’ll brand it as a sickness.

And then what? We’ll come full circle, what else. The nation will witness another barbaric case. And we’ll repeat. Because that is what we all do. That is all we can do.

Oh, the best part. This is our approach towards all things nefarious, however trifle the repercussions of it.

Is there an unsettling sensation invading the pit of your stomach? Does the diabolical constitution of these vicious circles of life petrify your being? Then snap out of this paradigm. I am not asking only for your public support and display of your indignation. I am also asking for a cure, because we are way beyond the prevention phase. It is high time that we endeavour towards what should have been our goal all along- breaking the circle, eliminating its very existence.

But how does one do that? First, start with you. Somewhere, somehow, consciously or unknowingly, we have advocated and indulged in activities that seem harmless in the face of it, but are, infact, what spawns and later evolves into something catastrophic. We all need to enter that self-inspection mode and sift the wrongs away. Once, we perfect that, we can easily help others in purging such acts from their being.

Rome wasn’t built in a day, but with patience and perseverance, what isn’t attainable! The real question is, are we willing to walk the walk?