Friday 19 July 2013

As the Golden Bird Awakened: Purva

Having stared at my watch for about a minute, i decided to shift my focus to see how many other participants wore one, something that caught my eyes instead, was the goosebumps on my neighbour’s hands; my eyes automatically shifted to her face, twisted in a painful way.

To satisfy my curiosity, I followed her to the screen, near the stage. There it was, the cause of her immense pain, which I too, was about to feel. The stories about acid attack survivors, Chanchal and Sonam. At that very moment my conscious refused to accept the brutality of the incident and as Alok went on about the other cases, my heart sank deeper, a voice in my head screamed, "And you worried about a bad-hair-day!.”

My head sank down in shame.

Later, I gathered the stories about the rest of the victims from the Stop Acid Attacks website, and with each victim, my frustration grew deeper. "At first, it feels like an icy splash, and then the burning starts,” were the words that refused to leave my mind.

Some wise man has rightly said ,”Once obsession poisons a mind, it renders it useless”. My imagination ran wild tracing the day they became victim of a heinous act of rage.  I found my self standing beside the victims trying to figure out their reactions, how they would have started their day with a grin on their faces, not having a slight hint of what awaited them.

As they reached the respective spots of the crime, my panic increased, I wanted to warn them about the hostility on the attacker’s face, pull them away just before the burning liquid charred their skin and organs. But, it was past; the acid had done the damage, they had screamed for help while their attackers smiled like a devil. Their eyes were burning, eyelids were gone, face melted away and voices- they faded in agony.

Many a beautiful dream and aspirations were washed off with the splash of that merciless act of rage. Warm tears making their way through my cheeks reassured the safety of my present and the realisation struck me hard.

We live in a world where a 70-year-old gets mad at a girl of 15 for refusing to marry him or a guy believes that by messing a girl’s life, he might win her over. Here, the old evils of dowry and greed survive stronger than ever in the support of lust and inhumanity. Justice is a crooked concept which revolves around the pains of the one in need of it.

There are millions of girls like me, who could not smile for days after learning about this cause, that ensures a risk free life to victims fighting acid attacks, which seems like a boon to them.

To all I appeal, let us try to take this cause to the ones who are not as fortunate as us, but only stronger, braver and more spirited than all of us.

1 comment:

  1. Trong tay của cực sắc đạo nhân lại phát ra một hắc mang, hắc mang âm hàn lóe sáng khiến cho người ta cảm thấy quỷ dị.

    - Liều mạng.

    Dương Trạch và bạch mi đạo nhân đều nhì nhau.

    Giờ phút này, toàn thân của Dương Trạch tràn ngập ma khí, toàn thân quỷ dị vô cùng, quần áo nửa người trên không biết bay đi lúc nào, lộ ra một bộ ngực rậm rạp đầy lông lá.
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    Mà lúc này toàn thân của Dương Trạch cũng tràn ngập ma khí, pháp quyết biến hóa, một đạo chưởng ấn oanh kích ra.

    Mà hiện tại Nhạc Thành tránh ở trong Hoàng Hạo Thiên Tháp, không dám ra tay, tu vi thực lực của cực sắc đạo nhân này không hề kém diễm ma, mình tuyệt đối không phải là đối thủ.

    Bạch mi đạo nhân này dùng một nhuyễn tiên làm pháp bảo,

    Đúng vào lúc này, toàn thân của cực sắc đạo nhân bao phủ một mảng hắc mang.

    Bất quá lúc này Nhạc Thành cũng nhận ra cực sắc đạo nhân bị thương không nhẹ, bằng không thì