I can’t see any humans over here !

How come a communal conflict is related to an unblended and pure soul of an 8-year old girl ? What was her fault ? Just because she belonged to a muslim nomadic tribe in Jammu , she should have been kidnapped , brutally raped and killed followed by the dismantling of her fragile limbs ?

Is this the only fault of that pure soul ?

Asifa! It means a virtuos, pure and spotless one . This little girl , Asifa , belonged to a muslim nomadic tribe . She resided peacefully at the outskirts of village Rasana , in Jammu .

One fine day the little one was herding her horses as usual in forests of Rasana , when a juvenile lured the girl and kidnapped her . She was brought to a Hindu temple which was almost a 70 kms away from her native . She was raped over there in the holy premises by three men who were three times her age . They captivated her and kept her on sedatives so that she won’t even budge a little when she was throttled . The poor child was kept without food for complete four days and was being repeatedly raped . When they were done with her , they mutilated her and threw her away in the bushes of Rasana where she was found a week later completely laden with blood and with sundered limbs .

The whole sinful act took place under the watch of the temple superintendent Sanji Ram whose own son and nephew , a special police officer Deepak Khajuria and Deepak’s friend were involved in this awful act .

Rasana is a village having muslim nomadic tribes living in it’s outskirts . This tribe had been asking the State for the implementation of the Forest Rights Act in Jammu and Kashmir, which would give them rights to use forest land. This land has been stonewalled by the BJP as its supporters say that the Gujjars (nomads) are trespassers and hold no right to own the land . This has led to a wave of hatred against the muslim tribal community .

The tribe is being subjected to a lots of harassment , torment and abuse on a daily basis which includes burning their Kullas (settlements ), beating them harshly for groundless causes .

CBI have ingrained that the enormities against the 8-year-old were solely for developing a fear among nomads (who make about less than 8 percent of the population in and around Jammu) and for driving them out of the area.

The most scare stiff thing was that the little one’s brutally slaughtered body wasn’t allowed to be burried in her father’s own land because of the conspiracies of the entire village , who were against the coming up of a graveyard ( Kabar) in Rasana village . Due to this issue , the family alone carried away the coffin a several kilometers away deep down the forest .

The child’s aunt said during Gusul (the last bath before burial ) it was clearly seen how the fragile body of the little girl was contravened . Her aunt further added that Asifa’s brutal decimation is the death of humanity .

The police officer , the temple superintendent with the political parties took care of one thing that nobody feels sympathy for the poor family . They threatened and whacked everbody who intended to pay their condolences to Asifa’s parents . When Asifa’s father was being asked about the accused he refused to say anything as he was threatened by the thought of being thrown out of the village .

Later , it was Asifa’s aunt , Shariefa Begum who sumed up courage and named the criminals behind the unpardonable act . The people who spoke for the 8-year-old were declared as a Pakistani agents and colluders to upset Jammu’s “peaceful” atmosphere. Nomads demanding justice were beaten and injured by the police. The same police troupes were seen escorting pro-rape rallies.

The whole event isn’t as easy as it seems when you read it out . This involves a tons of tears , lament , prolonged wailing of a soul begging for freedom . How loathsome it sounds when you hear that a little girl is crumbled in a temple itself . I am sure even the idol of goddess Durga in that temple would have howled in pain with goosebumps all over .

Thinking about Asifa’s parents still brings me to tears because none of the parents would have ever imagined such a terrible rukhsati ( departure) of their daughter.

Above written every word which you have read with so much of intensity has stirred my heart throughout . It’s just a selfish instinct of Kathua’s political figures which ended the girl’s life in a tear-jerking way .

Who are they to take away someone’s life who is standing on the threshold of beginning her actual life ?

Who are they to crush the dreams in her parents’ eyes !?

How come someone can think that it’s okay to plunder someone’s deference and esteem just to satisfy their physical needs !?

I don’t think that I really need to search any another proof to evince that i can’t see any humans here ……..

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Please help out Asifa to get justice by signing the following petition –

https://chn.ge/2vgwdfA

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Vile Parle ! ;)


  • ” Oh Kaka , Vile Parle la janar ka ? ” , I was trying to initiate a conversation with that local auto driver in Mulund . He ignored my endless efforts of making the prank work. I enquired again whether he was going to Vile Parle . ” Henn! kya ? , Arey Mulund ki rickshaw kabhi Vile Parle kaise jayegi!” , he replied in a quite choleric pitch . I was trying hard to control my giggle .

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September 16, was an awsome bloom because it dragged the real eccentric personality of mine out , all after a dragged-out story . We left the college when the day was dawdling . And then we were heading towards the station like insane and enthusiastic monkeys . We were having a lot of fun while walking along the road , breaking all the conformities which always ask us to be decent while being in public.

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Momentarily , a lady appeared in front of us and handed us an ID-card named ” Tejas Thorat ” . It seemed like that guy belonged to the local tuitional institution which was situated in near whereabouts of Mulund west . We thought of handing over that card to that branch .

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While strolling, Tattiman was playing with that card , the way we play with the flying disc . He was throwing it in the way frequently and Sonam was picking it up with the same frequency so that she can return that card .

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A little boy came walking silently . Suddenly , my evil instinct came out . I called him , he ignored . Then I waved at him and teased him with my interminable tongue out of my skanky face . I thought he won’t reply that gesture and so did everyone considered. But to my amazement, he turned back again and he was goading me with the same gesture . Everyone was laughing hard at me and I was laughing at my own condition as always . This one ( prank ) was successfully nugatory , successful as everyone enjoyed my sweet and unexpected denegration.

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Then we came across a pretty girl . Tattiman couldn’t resist her gorgeous look . He always looks hilarious with that simper on his crooked face and that water full of lust dripping down from his mouth . He was walking like a spearhead in order to follow her . We got a receipt of a brand new person to bully . I waved at her again and we were waiting for her to unleash her fury on us. She didn’t do anything. Then Samu whistled at her and she turned back and glared at Tattiman because she thought it was him who whistled . Our prolonged and loud laughter then caused every other pedestrian to attend us.

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Then we were at the place from where we start our actual hustle of the day , the place where all the autorickshaws halt. Now coming to the further story of Tejas Thorat’s ID-Card , we were looking at that card like detectives and then we noticed that it belonged to VILE PARLE. I hope you all can link to a fact that I made you all read the whole shitty episode just because you all were interested about the ID-Card. So all after that irascible reply of Kaka , without any pudency I asked him to put forth his hand , handed over that card to him and then I asked him to deliver that card to Tejas Thorat , whenever he visits Vile Parle . I ran away from to my clan where everyone one laughing hard with aching bellies.

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So , basically this is how we made our day ineffable. What I learnt then was , life is all about adoring each and every second we are awarded with . It is more important to become versed in laughing on ourselves and enjoying it , rather than blaming the woebegone conditions. And yes , it is even more a big-league to be stuck on the people who make us strong , who help us to mellow differently. . . .

Bumped into my OXYGEN!

So, finally I met her after a prolonged span of time . She is the only constant I own other than my mother . It was really hard to stay away for a month . But due to this experiment I have discovered the incredibility of our manacle , no matter for how much time we stay apart or no matter if we don’t contact on a daily basis it remains the same as normal as it was in the initial levels. But , yes this time I noticed something new in her , she has got some greys . Heehaw!

I was actually expecting her to come and start bombarding questions regarding absconding from classes . To be more precise I was afraid of facing her reaction on my decision . But the meet turned out to be completely refreshing . She is more sure regarding me and my decision making instinct . She is the perfect definition of what one needs to survive, ‘OXYGEN’:)

Due to the tight slap which she offered me in my crooked face ,I was ensured that my resolution regarding M.A is correct. That wallop on my chubby cheeks made me so blithe that all my frets flew away to some faraway land . So , the conclusion is her genuine touch in form of tight slaps always helps me to get out of perplexing life . She is just like a rehydration solution which I prefer on dehydration days! haha! rofl! That nasty girl is cool, refreshing , mollifying and yes as soothing as the sight of small , beaming and dazzling stars.

And the gift today presented me was Mondi’s first grey . I am glad to witness her first grey . I plucked it out of her scalp , brought it along with me at home and now I have preserved it in a jar with a label of ‘2017’ so that I can show it to her grandchildren that their grandma turned geriatric at the age of 17 and then I can make fun of her along with them .To be honest , what I have discerned is , she is the only ‘k’ of the equation of my bemusing life.

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~freespirit02060

It matters now !!

Hmm… I am missing that sight of heaps of vessels in lying in the sink. One thing I can find good is ,there are no opened shampoo bottles on bathroom floor . So now I dont slip and fall in bathroom! And now there is no one to laugh loudly at that sight .One more notable thing is my brush is all safe and all mine ! Even now I can’t figure out why did you used to brush your teeth with my toothbrush ? My morning begins peacefully as there are no unnecessary alarms .And now the toilet is all mine . You know what ? Even I tried to copy you by taking headphones in toilet. Hahaha! And I enjoyed ! Anyways now I dont have to bang on toilet door when I am late in the morning.There are no filthy towels lying on the bed. Pillows are always in their places . I don’t have to hunt for remote and keys anymore. Doormat is all still and straight !! My house looks like a decent place ! But somewhere I am not able to enjoy this switch. I forgot to tell you , I am using your favorite skyblue pillow! Your essence is still extant . And yes how can I miss this ! Shoerack really smells awesome without your obnoxious shoes and socks. But I can’t understand, why does the absence of a nasty pig like you is mattering me so much !

~freespirit02060