Where will our girls go? #ShockingInjustice #CriminalsAgainstWomen #IndianSocietyNotForWomen #CrimesAgainstWomen

A few days back we all watched shocked while a man held a girl hostage in her own house in Jaipur. Further, he knifed the girl, left her bleeding, and had the audacity to live stream her condition and his act!! All this while the police were dumbly watching from below the building. He kept showing the sign of seven, indicating the time when he would end his drama. Finally, after threatening the girl all day with a knife and a gun, he gave himself up in the evening, saying the girl had agreed to marriage.

After the whole disgusting episode, the girl revealed that she was forced to say yes to marrying the lout for fear of her life. And the reaction of the police takes the cake! They indulgently termed it a lovers' tiff, only terming the method used as wrong!

Lover's tiff? What kind of love is this? Threats, abuses, bullying, intimidating, are all these signs of love? And this cold, calculated savage act is being seen indulgently by the enforcers of law?

What have we as a nation come to? Are we treating our girls as simply pieces of meat - to be stalked, raped, killed, thrown acid at, maimed, blackmailed in the name of love?

There are more and more cases of revenge porn on the net, of ex-lovers impersonating and shaming girls, of live streaming their own suicide as a "punishment" for the girl, of posting obscene texts and pictures to defame ex-girlfriends or wives.

Excuse me, but is all this to be accepted just because some insecure man loved a girl once upon a time and is now feeling jilted because the girl walked away?

I beg to disagree. All such kind of behaviour simply amounts to criminal acts, and need to be strongly condemned by society and punished immediately by the police and law.

Otherwise, we will be creating a talibanesque society for our girls. And more Nirbhaya and Kathua cases, where it takes six, seven or more years to bring the perpetrators to justice. And then people plead for showing these criminals mercy!

Help us GOD!

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