Once upon a time, there was a nation. A place where in the number of rapes that happened each year outnumbered the overall sale of video games. A few years ago a shocking incident happened in the heart of the nation when a 23 year old girl boarded a bus with her boyfriend. The boy was knocked out and thrown out of the bus. The girl was raped by six men and thrown out like a ragged doll with an iron rod rammed inside her vagina, penetrating into her intestines. A human being was left to die on the road naked, wounded and deprived of any human rights. The nation proudly begs for taxes it never deserved from honest citizens towards whom it was never accountable for. Where was the protection she deserved? Still the justice has not been served. The culprits smile from behind the safety of the bars at the helplessness of her brother's fury.

Years passed and rapes became a part of our daily lives. In a nation where kids were supplied on a daily basis to its numerous red streets, was it really a question worth asking? Law and order situation in India is like cancer. It is spreading and we are becoming complacent to the pain. And in the near future Indian society will learn to accept crimes without questioning and keep focusing on the next day. But what amuse us the most, is when some individuals boast about the glory of Indian culture and heritage. To make it clear, a nation where a 6 year old girl is not safe at school doesn't have a culture. Savages and animals do have a better culture than that. When rapists and murderers were safeguarded by police and human rights activists, there exists no culture to be proud at all. If this goes any forward, the day will soon come when our children are back home late and their excuse will be that they were raped and missed the bus.

A few weeks ago a legitimate international tennis star was attacked by Indians because she wasn't aware of an entertainer who lived off the glory that belonged to Indian athletes. But when two girls were hanging from a tree instead of a swing hanging from a tree with smiling girls on it, the same folks were debating about the morality of those two girls. That is exactly the curse this nation is seeking salvation from. Indians doesn't have the same intensity of rage against rapists and murderers that they have against Maria Sharapova. What pisses me off is that the criminal who committed the crime walks free, after just three years of sentence once it was proved that he was a teenager. So concerned our legal mechanism is about the rights of teenagers, isn't it? This makes me respect those criminals in US prison system who repeatedly rape convicts incarcerated for molesting children. If they were old enough to rape then they must be old enough to face the consequences. I am sure this uproar against rapes and violence will drain when Aishwariya Rai Bacchan gets pregnant for the second or third time. All because we are puppets raped each day by our media houses, political parties or our own conscience. The irony is that during the birth of India and Pakistan, thousands were raped and murdered. We should have responded then if we had guts and culture. But never the less, the day is celebrated year after year. The day when thousands of innocent civilians were raped and murdered is now dubbed the Independence day. It is time for Indians to introspect the meaning of the word - freedom.

We feel raped when we seek justice, when we are wronged and we trust a higher authority to ensure order to our lives and that of our fellow beings. We feel raped when we are forced to pay bribes for even a passport identification or to register our house which we built brick by brick from our own sweat. We feel raped when our sister is taunted by the same masses who feel strongly against the rapes in the society and call her a "chick". The same righteous folk who have an opinion about every issue that they don't have the guts to stand up and react to. We feel bloody raped when a terrorist walks into our city and guns down every soul in his sight, just to live a life of luxury in a high security cell supplied with a gym, best food in the nation and all the protection we are deprived for generations. We feel raped twice when he dies of dengue fever!

Our soul is murdered politicians break into the funeral of patriots like Maj. Sandeep Unnikrishnan and create a scene than shut up and pay respect that the man deserves. Our conscience is mutilated when politically motivated groups force us to speak some stupid language which we do not speak, to stay in a city even after paying all the rents and taxes. We are tortured when the price of petrol is raised each day just because "the oil companies" need to be rescued. It is us who are raped when we wait in lines to give our sweet little children the best education possible even though after paying fee, donation and whatever, but still their security is not guaranteed at a time when this nation promises free and quality education. Then we are further cornered when we expect fair medical treatment and gets the surprise of my life waiting in hospital corridors without hope. We are a generation of slaves who accepted every torture upon us and kept going forward with our lives. Our dreams were murdered each time when we think about the future this world holds for our children. We are raped throughout our lives either physically or psychologically or financially. Rapes will not end by holding protests. It is time for people of this nation to take a stand against such heinous crimes that threat the foundations of our existence. Let our nation rise to the moment, than let a deep fear run wild so that one day it is anarchy.