In defence of the rapists !!

Statutory Warning:

This post contains ideas that some readers might find disturbing.Readers discretion is advised.There is little offensive material in this post apart from a deceiving disclaimer and a  hazy heading.And as they both have done the damage they were intended to do,you are past them now.

I write this post not for the sake of taking an contrarian stand to popular opinion but to let the world know that there is something fundamentally wrong in our notion of justice.This post is not written from a moral high ground which is so effortlessly espoused in the cyber world neither is it a plea for the rapists cause.This is to show that It is not the rapists who have failed the idea of India,it is India who has failed them.

The mind wanders into a mode of scathing introspection when the heads of men hang low collectively in shame whenever incidents of rape are reported.In moments like these it pinches to be a man.This pinch awakens us to a horrendous question. Doesn't that monster live inside us all in some unrevealed corners of our heart , fed unconsciously by us ?? 

In our world where objectification of women has become so rampant from the elitist sexist jokes at the AIB roast to the Bhojpuri 'Kamariya gore laba lab,lalipop lage lu'. The slums where these rapists survive(I daresay live,it is a luxury) have a higher rate of item songs being blared through cheap speakers than the rate of rapes happenig in India ,the argument appears hollow that the not so subtle lyrics and not so sober videos would not have affected an individuals thought process.The media projects a world which is startlingly different from their their mundane slums.It creates an artificial demand for commodities(including women,in case it slipped your mind) which are out of their reach.This compounds with their miserable lives and creates a hornets nest of unfulfilled desires.

Juveniles who should have stayed in their native villages are coerced into getting employed not because their parents don't love them but because they do not have the 'resources' to show their love.Thus a child who should have been studying in a school in Bihar,is dumped into the squalors of Ravi Das camp.The mind which should have been thinking of protons and Plassey is forced to find ways of tricking passengers into a bus. 

Each day is a battle of existence full of uncertainties.Whether they would find work or not ?.Whether the constable would be kind enough to allow him to continue his street vending ?.Whether the local MLA would finally start PDS or not ?.The disarrayed mind looks towards drugs and alcohol as a relief from his pitiable life which is full inferiority complex and low self-esteem.It is not amusing that most rapists are habitual alcohol and drug users.With no opportunity in sight for redemption,their normal moral restraints disappear,their aggressive fantasies become intimately intermingled with sexual lust which then ultimately takes the shape of brutal rape.

No one can ever justify an act of rape.But aren't we equally culpable if not more ?.We can passionately bargain with a fruit seller and feel like we have conquered the world even if we bring down the price by inconsequential amount but we never have the gumption to ask for even a discount at a Nike store.We can be avid fans of Steve Jobs and Soichiro Hondas workmanship but can't we just have a speck of  respect for the work of a bus mechanic ??