Kids…Really?

Kids.... Really?? I have asked this to myself a thousand times in past 24 hours with my throat choking, every single time.  The very thought of a father dropping his son to the school early morning, wishing him good luck for his exam, then coming back in the afternoon to box him up in a coffin and carry him to his waiting mother is enough to keep you sleepless for a few nights.   The sight of a bullet riddled body is never easy on the eyes for a human being, and when that body is a 14 year old kid dressed up in his school uniform; you don’t just go numb, a part of human hidden deep inside you dies instantly.  

Any expert worth his salt would tell you that women and children are the ultimate casualty in any weaponized conflict. War doctrines have a fancy sounding phrase for that, “Collateral damage”. And yesterday’s attack on a school in Peshawar Pakistan took it to a whole new level. Never in my life I have witnessed such brazenness, where children between 14-16 years of age were pulled from under the benches they were hiding in and shot at point black range. As the day unfolded and body count kept on increasing, more and more people including yours truly felt sad for our western neighbours.  By the time we took a bite from our lunch, the flickering number at the bottom of the television screen would jump couple of notches.  “Bachhe hain yar… inko kyun maar rahe hain yeh log (why the hell are the killing kids?), said someone sitting at the next table. Nobody had the answer, not even the ones with guns in their hands shooting those innocent kids had one.

“It’s a revenge” they said “for killing our brethren”, and that’s how they justified taking those innocent lives.  I wonder if their brethren’s would not shudder in their graves over the way this revenge was unleashed on a bunch of students who were busy making a career  with a hope of a better life for themselves and their loved ones.   I heard t that even the dreaded Afghan Taliban deplored the inhumane act. If a notorious terrorist organization decides to stay away from the crime, it should be enough proof for the mankind that whatever happened over those eight odd hours is the worst in our lifetimes.

But, we will get over it. We always do. Isn’t this what we are supposed to do, always? Forget that our loved ones had been shot at and killed in the most gruesome manner. Forget the terrorist and forgive the very system that created the tormentor who just snatched away a piece of our heart.  

Eventually, each one of those one hundred and thirty two coffins will be six feet under,   the streets would be cleaned out and the school where the terror unfolded will be washed with strongest of cleansing agents. But somewhere a mother will still be sitting with her son’s blood stained uniform in her hands, wondering if she should wash off that blood and sing a lullaby as she folds that that into her son’s closet or should she leave those blood stains on as a cruel reminder of how her son was taken away from her.

I am a Man, and I am not a rapist.

Yet another rape(sic) and yet another flood of open letters to Men, calling us rapists, molesters and what not with images of women showing middle finger, in your face. As if the entire Indian male population is running amok on the streets, high on testosterone, with their manhood in one hand and the other hand reaching out to grope the next women to molest or rape.  

Before the so called “civil society” unleashes its feminist and male feminists on me, I want to state my position viz-a-viz rape as a crime. I want all the rapists to be hanged till death by their neck for committing such a heinous crime against a woman.

Glad that we are done with this ass saving exercise. Now moving on to something that happened today (damn, it had to be a Friday).

What does an office going white collar worker do on a Friday afternoon that’s not turning out to be as productive as he would like it to be, the ideas are not flowing thick and fast and a new business concept is up in the air waiting for some sort of divine intervention? You guessed it, he goes out to grab a cup of coffee and hopes to fish out some ideas from a half a liter coffee mug.  And that’s exactly what I did.  So, I locked my computer (in line with corporate compliance policy 101 :), got off my lazy ass and swiftly walked to the nearest lift.  I pressed the down button and waited for the nearest one to go DINGG, and that’s what happened in exactly 10 seconds. What followed for the next 30 odd seconds left yours truly questioning his morals, values and self-respect. I am still shocked.

The lift doors opened with their usual pace and as I stepped in I saw a loan womanly figure standing bang in the middle. I quickly looked at the operator board, noticed that the relevant floor was already selected and briskly stepped towards the right corner of the lift. After exchanging a pleasantry smile with the lady I did what almost everyone knowingly or unknowingly does in a lift, i.e., I kept on staring at the numbers changing with each floor passing by.

Suddenly, I noticed that the figure standing bang in the middle of the lift had quickly moved to the extreme opposite corner. A quick glance at her and I saw her staring dead at me, noticing every breath I was taking to keep my biological entity intact. A second glance, then a third and nothing had changed. She looked visibly hassled for being forced to share 30 odd seconds with a stranger in a metallic capsule.  Lift stopped on ground floor and as every gentleman would do. “Ladies first”, I still remember something my 3rd grade teacher used to say.  To my surprise the lady would not move, so before the doors could close I stepped out and the lady followed. I gently paced myself to the coffee shop and saw the lady briskly overtaking me and still staring at me as if I did something really objectionable.  I quickly replayed every second I spent with her in the lift in an attempt to recall any ungentlemanly gesture I could have displayed to offend that woman so badly.

Anyways, I took my coffee and started scrolling down the twitter timeline on my mobile as I took a sip. Four or may be five tweets into the timeline a strange thing caught my attention, it was an open letter to “a rapist”(really). Other than the usual blanket statements about India being a patriarchal society and how crime against women have become a fixture on our daily news intake, the article almost fell short of stating something that I had heard many a times from our school and collage mates, girl-friends and sometime even our sisters and mothers mumbling under their breath;
  • All men are violent
  • All men are molesters
  • All men are lechers
  • And above all " All men are Dogs"


I could not help but wonder, 
Was this the thought that might have come in my lift co-passenger’s mind?
Did I make any gesture that made that woman so aggressively defensive about my being in the same Six by Six space as her?

In today’s women Vs men slugfest, virtually everything is thrown at each other (more at men than at women). And the problem is that because of few bad apples (believe me both sides have them) most of the shit thrown at men, sticks. Every act against women is quickly diagnosed as a ‘’Men” problem rather than being treated as a “Crime”. And then we have feminists and male feminists of all kinds running amock on Television screens making livid faces while blaming my upbringing, my morals and even my being a man for every possible wrong thing that’s happening to women. All this under the garb of prevention of crime against women.

The attacks are so vitriolic and so repetitive that it has put men on a perpetual defensive.  So much so that there is a perpetual fear that a mere exchange of pleasantry smile can be seen as an unwarranted advance and labelled as a potential molestation bid.  

Let me ask you (the reader) a few questions; is crime against a man different from crime against a woman?  Why is a man getting killed in a robbery bid less of a news than a similar crime committed against women?  Is a man’s life less important?   Everyone remembers Nirbhaya, but does anyone remember her friend who almost died trying to save the lady. Poor guy did not get any help from any Government or Non-government agency; in fact no one even came to ask if he needed any help.

We have all kinds of celebrities and wannabees writing open letters to go damn everyone they could think of, asking for fixing the system that is as brutal to men as it is to women.   A strange kind of hate is getting perpetrated in to the society with this them against us campaign.

The situation is equally bad at women’s front.  Women are often seen in an aggressively defensive posture, with their teeth and claws out, looking for the next alleged molester they can attack, chew and spit out.  A simple one hour ride in Delhi Metro will show up enough example of this. From token counters to metro bogies, you see women on lookout, wanting to make an example out of a ‘’MAN” who was allegedly molesting their comrade.  And then we have our lady in the lift who thought a mere smile thrown at her as a pleasantry could be a potential bid to harass her in the time the lift takes for covering four floors. Do we want our girls to grow up into a paranoid creature who believes virtually every man around her is a potential molester or a rapist?

I wonder what kind of society we are building for us and for our future generation.  What would I teach my 3 year old son as he grows up? Do I teach him to respect women because she is an equal human being and deserves equal respect, or do I teach him that he should stay away from women and avoid them like plague or else there is a chance that he will be labelled as a molester  if he dares to say “Good morning lady”.


About the blogger: a loving husband to an amazing wife, father to a beautiful son, a caring son and a carrier of Y chromosome. Above all a Man and definitely not a rapist.