Rathore: Protector turned Predator

19 years have passed by. And here comes the Justice- six-month jail sentence awarded to former-DGP S.P.S for molesting a then 14 year girl Ruchika who later commited suicide. It’s like a daily affair now. Lots of Jessica’s and Ruchika’s are losing their lives and we Just wait for our Beloved Court to come up with a punishment .

I was taken aback when I saw in the news how the prime convict in Ruchika’s molestation case walked out with a shameless-smile on his face after hearing his punishment from the court. He easily made a mockery of our judicial system. Ruchika was 14 years when she was molested and when she protested, she was caught in a dirty political game where big names were involved including ex-CM of Haryana. Three years later, expelled from school, her brother was regularly tortured and was framed in more than 11 false cases. In short, her life was made hell by Mr. Rathore who was holding a big rank at that time which he had got for definitely not doing what he was doing. Overwhelmed by what her family was going through, she committed suicide… In spite of all that, he grew from height to height and retired as a respectable police officer...

What a shame Mr. Rathore!!

But the sad part is that he had no sign of remorse on his bloody face when he heard about his conviction. Instead he was smiling. I felt like slapping him. I just want to ask him how he would have felt had the same thing happened with his daughter or daughter-in-law if he has any? Would he still be smiling?

You know, actually we are expecting for no reasons. We know he’s the culprit, We know he has cost the life of a budding tennis player, leave all that, he, who has seen all the wealthy (and sexual) pleasures of life had scourged the life of a 14 year child who had seen nothing in her life. But the Indian Law thinks molesting somebody is not a crime of that level which we are expecting. Nobody knows, had Ruchika not complained about him, he could have even raped her. Given the lust he was having, too weak to control himself, that old dumbshit Rathore could have done anything.

Actually,the law gives so much respect to old age, that even the molestation of a kid forcing her into suicide becomes a little scar that would heal in time and therefore Rathore was reported saying, “It's a very old issue. Forget about it now”.

I m feeling so bad. Its like loosing your trust on everything. How long will we continue believing “ Bhagwan ke ghar der hain magar andher nahi”
A 'der’ of 19 years is too much.


C’mon we can hear some stricter punishment…

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How I missed my train...

It's been over four months since my last detailed post. Life as I knew it has changed dramatically. I do get computer time, in fact all the time in here I haven't been blogging at all. I'm still not writing it off or anything, in fact, there have been many things I've thought about posting about. It just never seems to materialize.
I had booked my seat in Puri New Delhi Express for 10th Dec in the month of November only. Going home after so many days and after successfully completing the first semester was a reason to be excited. Our exams got over on 26th November Everybody was going home daily.. Well, I could have left on 27th Nov only but I decided to go on 10th Dec because of friends (:P), Grades that were scheduled to out on 5th Dec and project allotment thereafter.

The day came eventually, that evening of 10th I can not just forget. I was happy and excited, to the degree that when my friend told the train is late for 11 hours I dint listen to him. Though I wasn’t wrong on my part because in one of the website which I tried to look for train timings it was showing me it to be late by 1.5 hours and frankly telling I never knew trains can get late by 11 hours. :O
So, I bid adieu to everyone and left for railway station. I remember, when I was half way through I was praying to God that the news about train delay must turn out as false because I had to answer my friend... but when I enquired at the counter, it was indeed late for good damn 12 hours. Holy shit! Now that meant, I had to then board the train at 6 in the morning. Came back to hostel with a low face. Next morning, was finally the day to go home. So I put my phone alarm to 3:20 am so as to get ready by 4 to leave for railway station.


But ..."The alarm didn't go off!" Damnnn...what to do now? I yelled as I flung the covers off and flew out of bed. It was 10 minutes to 6 in the morning and I had to be at the station by 6. Frantically brushing teeths grabbed the luggage and ran out of the door to the main gate. Immediately Called up friend and both of us just ran to railway station. I remember, how in rickshaw I was praying to my God....Reached station, platform no.6..... when asked a tea stall owner, bloody crackpot told the train has yet not arrived... took a deep relief and I turned bubbly , but when on the second time, asked another tea stall man, he told my train had JUST left kharagpur.. I must have looked so funny fumbling around trying to catch the already-left train. I literally broke into tears..the moment was awful, dint wanted to go back to the campus again 2nd time or for that matter at all, since I was all so ready to go home. Cried a lot...and was angry at myself for not telling anyone to wake me up at that time.

As they say, everything happens for something good. Let’s take the good thing out of this episode and be careful the next time :)

But why it happened , I will reach home AFTER 3 days now :( :( :(