THE REAL VOICE

Her painful agonies had been silenced. She stood mutely amidst the crowd of known & unknown strangers who were ready to rip her integrity in minutes like a show of mockery and sarcasm.

One who stood in the verdict box of a court awaiting the call and decision of justice, or the one who proudly poses in the modern world of glamour, like a well-known celebrity? The eyes that penetrate through the dignified heart of a woman are same, the perspective of which is narrow and more gruesome.

She who awaits justice faces a volley of several unprecedented questions and goes through the hell of reliving the tragedy from which she has managed to survive and has gathered courage to speak. The whole course rips her veins and heart more and more, until she finally gets to hear, that there was no real justice. It was a mere show of mock games and trials, where she was just playing a role. People derived pleasure by discussing about the unseen facts and adding more unethical versions.

She remains thus, a statuette, mute and vulnerable in front of the whole of mankind, while every human watches her getting dishonored every second. She, who stands thus, isn’t weak nor is such, due to any lack of power in her.

She is in fact more powerful than the vulture that pounces on her in the sins of darkness, for she can stand back and fight her own struggle.

What she lacks is the “VOICE”.

The VOICE OF THE WOMAN, which has been silenced and made mute since ages by force, emotions, vulnerability, relations, society and duties.

What she needs today is her voice, her own voice to express her thoughts,to assert her presence , to announce her status, to speak aloud of herself.

Whether a girl is educated or uneducated, young or old, small or even a baby, the violence against each one of them exists and that too in a very cruel way.

Since centuries ,mankind has been undergoing continuous evolution but the psyche of man remained the same ie to suppress,exploit and dominate the ones who serve ,care and look after him. In order to satisfy the self ego, such people have sacrificed the lives,integrity and destiny of many women directly or directly.

To speak in the name of traditions, hype about the richness of culture is portrayed by such men who actually can stoop down to any level, yet shall have hypocrisy in their hearts and actions.

The patriarchal system of India since ages has been one reason for such an oppression and violence. Yet, it doesn’t give the right to offensively hurt another person physically or mentally. When we realize and try to understand the psychology of the domineers,we can only find that this all accounts to the satiation of the male ego.

Our ancient civilizations haven’t made us civilized,so its not the civilization or country that matters,it’s the mentality which is the real culprit.

Had their been laws or governance strict enough not to let them play such violent acts,or had there been a fear of the outcome of such acts, these wouldn’t have ever happened anywhere in this world.

What we need is to respect ourselves, even before others respect us. To believe in our thoughts, perspectives and ideas with confidence and self esteem. This belief in the self then will be the VOICE that can be heard by others when spoken loudly, confidently and convincingly.

1.The need for the hour is thus to “have a voice”, which shall be heard by one and all.
2.This Voice which will erupt from the core of their soul and shall speak for them.
3.To unify such uncountable voices to merge into one strong and powerful VOICE which shall represent each one of them.
4.To broadcast and make this unique VOICE reach millions and billions across the globe to make all aware that ,now the so considered weak gender are together in every step which shall fight against the violence and cruelty.

Thus I give my VOICE as,

“ Like the fragrance of a rose,
I shall diffuse in the air of your
Home and life…
Pluck me with care,
Else I shall prick thy skin…
For my petals may be silken and soft
Yet remember I have thorns which you haven’t seen…

-Soumya