Awareness In My City

||Gonzo|| – Sanat Srivastava

A program to spread awareness & protest against rape in Lucknow City [In Picture, Pictorial Inferences]

After 17th July’s brazen madness, somewhere stuck with post-pubescent conversations, idiotic Selfies, smiles & chortles, crackling cops ignoring with all the patience taught in the academy [none], somewhere the campaign to spread awareness and displayed the ire against the brutally vile and horrendous crimes against women and rape with huge energy, and with a success to match. I promise you all, infact implore you all to discern the story in all the pictures i would present shortly.

“I would learn how to tackle procrastination, but i would do it later” is Uttar Pradesh police’s joke and serenade to assuage themselves and well, sleep like a baby as women of our city, state and nation die a merciless death. Enraged youth and unsettled elders join to form a gregarious congregation to protest, and in my opinion, spread awareness.

(Sarcasm of the year) First time part of something so strong, i was imbued in rapture and happiness to not just see Lucknow’s Finest but also our very own crowd to blatantly make fun of the peaceful procession that was chanting and actually doing something for the betterment of the crowd. It was a pity to see ladies, girls, men and boys laughing at the pathway as they pass us by to attend to all the braindead re-iteration of their sorry-ass errands they had to complete.

The whole protest was  a success, oblivious to so much, i reach there to learn a lot, a lot of laws, awareness, proper algorithm to go through and actually support in a case of you or your loved one dealing with rape. Unlike, UP Police i’m acting on the promise i just made and here’s the lore-of-the-day.

The sketch was directly in opposition with what the protest stood for, but it held something.

The sketch was directly in opposition with what the protest stood for, but it held something.

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The inflation of cigarette price certainly doesn't affect yours truly.

The inflation of cigarette price certainly doesn’t affect yours truly.

Show's on, folks, Government functionary or not!

Show’s on, folks, Government functionary or not!

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The peaceful in the "peaceful procession' was maintained in an organized order.

The peaceful in the “peaceful procession’ was maintained in an organized order.

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The candle march wouldn’t do much or anything for that matter for amendment of law or expedite the process but it teaches you the rights and so much more, none for the ignorant, but a lot still stand that allow chock-full of awareness to perforate their minds. This, as an awareness campaign was a success.

 

Rape In My City


On 17th of July, Bill Clinton sanctified the soil of Lucknow, our very own Constantinople of the East by his presence, his vehement international congregation to eradicate “educational backwardness” was followed by an extremely strong beleaguering of the Jabroli village, Mohanlalganj Area by Uttar Pradesh Police Force.

Sounds exquisite, doesn’t it? The aroma of fresh & intricate argots describing world’s bureaucratic demeanour? Like the front page of a brilliantly snobby newspaper. Well, what wouldn’t sound like a dulcet to your ears is a sound of a widow begging men to stop lacerating her vaginal area with a baton or the sound of her intestines eviscerating out or so could be the only excuse for the Police reporting 2 hours late to such a gruesome and severely atrocious brazen crime.
Her intestines. Her. A female. And or a rape. Seem to complimentary and complementary to some.

On 17th of July, as Bill Clinton was ostensibly or apparently for that matter canvassing for the betterment of Indian Education, a widow mother of two children was raped, defiled, murdered, desecrated… Pulverized, 8 kilometers away from where the Clinton synagogue occurred. What happened to her may put Nirbhaya Case to a shame, what happened in Lucknow may supersede Delhi in its vile impurity.

Somewhere between the advertisements of Amul Macho and Barnala Cement did I see the breaking report of a woman’s body found by the villagers of Balsinkheda,
Lucknow. Clinch your fists, Grind your teeth, vituperate the fine gentlemen who did this, go back to whatever errand the almighty has ‘chosen’ you for and move on is what we do, but a Rape in your city is different, a Rape in your city also demands “He Bhagwaan, Itna baar gaya/gayi hu uss road se” [Oh lord, so many times I’ve been on that road], irrationally as I went ahead, packing my bag and grabbing a notepad to report what really did occur there, I commute once again on that road.
Indian men specialize and insist upon decorating and embellishing their victims or ‘co-Asked-for-it” by crossing every limit of sanity by disemboweling the victims’ intestines using a well-equipped inventory of Baton, Knife, Rods.

As I reach to the gate of the school in the village, yes a school, where the woman was raped I see a blood-trail atleast as long as 40 meters, pieces of clothes everywhere, a little Kurta here, a little undergarment there which is absolutely common for the Police cracking jokes at the crime-site. Pushing the hordes of people I see a blooded baton with flesh upon it a classroom and a corridor where no one treads, restricted.

What happened in a nutshell, was the lady was abducted in a car, taken to the remote school area that displays a pre-delibration and planning of the crime, as she tried to struggle, the clothes were torn off the she was repeatedly stabbed with the knife and dragged naked for about 50 meters where she was taken to a bench outside a classroom, held like a rabid-dog about to be put out of misery and shown what humans are, misery began as she was raped by taking turns, hit with a Lathi as she begged in the name of God, Allah, Bhagwan, Wahe-Guru, I’ll not go deep into it, as religion could cause rape just like cellphones or chowmein, only to be shoved a baton in the vaginal area that was twisted repeatedly, anally too if you may and taken into the classroom, raped again and left to be bled out from the twelve wounds she had.

As the crescendo of wails, deviant chortles, brazen laughs and uninformed humming of how unfortunate she was passed me, I went back only to see the most prudent people acting wise with the single digit IQ and a mind as open as a Snailshell and staying away.
The Rape in my city happened because the Police, one kilometer away let it happen, because the government let it happened, because somewhere you and I let it happen when we endure the small amendments we can allow upon ourselves.

Rape in my city is nothing but just another rape with seriously ill comments. Rape is only affected by its gravity and victims not geographical demarcations.

As for me, I saw something yesterday that took something that’ll never give it back. My ignorance.