Do You Think Death Penalty Will Stop Rape?

Posted: May 7, 2013 by sakshikumarindia in Uncategorized

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If one scans through the data for the relationship between the rapist and the rape victim, the conclusion that comes out is a shocker. This could be her friend, her distant relative, her brother or in many cases even her father.

To give you some statistical evidence I refer to China. As is well known, the statistics that come out of China are subdued and altered for PR but nonetheless, have a look:

Relationship betwene victim and perpetrator 2

The “stranger” percentage stands out and…

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Rape Has No Nationality

Posted: May 1, 2013 by sakshikumarindia in Uncategorized

Rape has no nationality. Think big, act small and become a catalyst of change.

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rape posterMr.Wang Zhonggui, head of land and resource bureau of one of the provinces in China, was particularly powerful in that region. A middle school invited Mr. Wang (28) to attend a legal-awareness program being held in the school. Also invited were the school’s principal, public security officials and Communist Party leaders. All these dignitaries were also invited to a post-lecture lunch. Teachers ate in the canteen, including “her”.

The principal forced her to toast the dignitaries with a shot of baijiu— a Chinese hard clear liquor. She was smashed after 14 or 15 shots. To reach her home she accepted a ride with Mr. Wang and the school’s vice-principal. She was taken to Mr. Wang’s suite. Once the school official left, she threw up and locked herself in the bathroom as Mr. Wang kept on pounding on the door. Mr. Wang forced his way into the bathroom from the window…

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Guest post by Monica Sarkar, a freelance journalist and writer. Original post at http://missinterpreting.com:

The tragic case of the Delhi gang rape and murder of a 23-year-old woman last year forced India to take a long, hard look at itself in the mirror and decide how to change.

Or rather, the citizens looked at the government and judiciary system and made it reconsider how it deals with the abuse of its women.

But let’s not forget one thing: violence against women is a crime the world over. Alongside the stories emanating from India, there have also been reports of gang rapes in Mexico, Brazil andSouth Africa.

In war torn countries such as Syria and the Democratic Republic of Congo, sexual violence is used as a weapon of war – even after a ceasefire is declared.

And it isn’t restricted to the developing world; in the UK, approximately 85,000 women are raped on average in England and Wales every year.

Society’s fabric drapes mens’ shoulders

Patriarchal beliefs, sometimes subtle and other times misogynic, are woven into the fabric of many societies that hold down women and drape the shoulders of men.

The UN Declaration on the Elimination of Violence against Women (1993) states: “…violence against women is one of the crucial social mechanisms by which women are forced into a subordinate position compared with men.”

Perhaps there has been more noise about the incidents in India because, out of sheer frustration and anger, its citizens have taken to the streets and are shouting about them too.

So when you hear or read of such tragic tales from India, I hope you don’t just point your finger, shake your head and think this is India’s problem. Because violence against women is likely to be happening on your soil, but your attention is on another land.

But we need to be aware; a link has even been suggested between the abuse of women and international violence. The study, entitled “Heart of the Matter,” in the Harvard-published journalInternational Security, concluded that the best predictor of societies’ peacefulness is how well they safeguard the interests of women. Therefore, mistreat women and you mistreat the world.

Yes, India’s rape problem is alarming. But look at your own country, look at your people, look at yourself: how do you treat your women and how do you need to change?


मेरे कदम रुक जाते हैं …दहलीज़ पर …

इसे लांघ कर कोरा  कागज़ है आगे …

या कोरा दिखता है ? लिखा है सब …

मेरी मुस्कुराहटें और आहें … मेरे आंसू और खुशियाँ …

इन कोरे पन्नो में लिखी है किस्मत …

छोड़े जा रही हूँ सर्वस्व ..अपनी पहचान …

 

छोड़े जा रही हूँ …

इस आँगन में अपने नन्हे क़दमों की  आहट …

वो रटी हुई पहली अंग्रेज़ी कविता के शब्द …

बाबुल की गोदी, माँ के आँचल में छुपे मेरे सपने …

भैया के हाथों में  अप्रत्यक्ष राखी के धागे  …

छोड़े जा रही हूँ …

 

दीवार पर लगी पहले स्कूल के दिन की तस्वीर …

और अलमारी से झांकती वो खेल की ट्राफी …

पीपल के पेड़ की टहनी से झूलता टूटा झूला …

और रसोई में बनी वो पहली रोटी की याद …

छोड़े जा रही हूँ …

 

आँगन के कोने कोने में हंसी छुपी है मेरी …

झारोंखें की सलांखों में दबे है कई आँसू …

चौखट में मिटी हुई कई रंगोली हैं मेरी …

और बुझे  हुए कई दीपक के तेल के निशाँ …

छोड़े जा रही हूँ …

 

छोड़े जा रही हूँ सर्वस्व ..अपनी पहचान …

मेरे कदम रुक जाते हैं …दहलीज़ पर …

Aside  —  Posted: April 27, 2013 by anitahadasangwan in Uncategorized
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I slip my hands into the gloves, and bite into the teeth guard…

The clothes hug me tight, womanhood obliterated,

Moving quickly I enter the ring and jump up and down to get the feel..

No name, no gender, am just a number, a weight…a boxer…

 

I slip my gloved hands into the sleeves, the nurse quickly ties the face mask..

I look into her eyes, see tiredness mixed with admiration and respect?

Moving swiftly to the table I hold out my hand for the slap of the scalpel…

No face, no gender, am a healer… a surgeon…

 

Henna on my hands …kohl in my eyes…

Flowing feminine dresses with matching bangles…

Am I to be bound by narrow definitions…

I am to be tried by pre decided perceptions…

Questions lie within …answers hidden from me …

Answers lie within …questions hidden from me