The banned BBC documentary film based on the Nirbhaya rape case
After watching the documentary I realised that we have failed. We all failed! Each one of us! We thought it would be enough to sentence the culprits and eventually their deaths would send a message to other potential menaces and teach them a lesson. Well, maybe….to an extent it will, hopefully. But isn’t this a sad day? Knowing that even the fear of their deaths didn’t alter the outlook of these men. I’ve started to believe that nothing can change the mentalities of these victims of social sickness, not such ghastly cases, documentary films, strict counselling, nothing! And am I the one to blame for that? The convalescents remain victims of their sickness even after all the efforts ; Why? Is it because of the absence of education? Well, it certainly does not seem to be the case in here given that a few educated people (in the documentary, e.g.) spoke about how it’s typical to objectify women and how misogyny is a routine we are living with and have no intention to get rid of it. What else could we blame? Their upbringing? Their society? We all form their society and yes, we are the ones to be blamed. They have risen from our nation and even after all the penalties & punishments thrown their way, there does not seem to be any form of impact in their flawed mindsets. So how will there be betterment? Either we figure out a way and make them(and all the other carriers of similar outlook) think in the right direction, or hang them all. Unfortunately, they’re so many in number that we choose to settle and live with the tumour. Even if it is adversely affecting the nation, us, our homes, our children, our culture, we choose to live with it. It’s nothing less than a sham. This country will probably stay this way, because of us; let’s take the responsibility. And how do we help our society? Do we need such documentaries to make our sick fellows realise their sickness? Well, they would only agree with the one’s we rebel against. We need a revolution, a revolution of thoughts, that of vision, for each one of us. Candlelight vigils and documentary films unfortunately, do not make a revolution. These episodes will lead to nothing, but a few living patterns disturbed for a little while; whenever something like this happens and then again, back to normal. We have developed a habit. These departed souls, sing their sad stories, they were murdered, they were raped, their bodies, their souls and the cacophonic sound waves, vibrate in our society for a little while, a little longer maybe leaving us all the same,at the end of the day. Just as we were, in the chasm of this patriarchal society where a woman is just a flower, meant to look pretty, for decorations preferably in the temples or the kitchens.