The new cartography of terror.

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aai,/I sent the horses trotting,/And they found their way back home./But, I couldn't.
My legs that you thought were/Swift as those of a deer,/They froze./Maai, they froze./But I sent the horses home./The purple flowers,
The yellow butterflies,/They stood there helpless./While I sent the horses back home.
Maai,/Tell Baba that I know,/I know,/I know he tried./I heard him say out my name,/I heard him repeat it loud./But,/I was sleepy Maai,/I was tired./Them monsters,/They hurt me bad.
Strange as it may seem to you,/Maai,/It feels like your warmth now.

The #JusticeForAsifa message on my whatsApp wall reads thus.

We have failed an eight year old and the whole humanity too!!

The brutal rape and savagery of an-eight-year-old ,perhaps even more diabolical than Nirbhaya, in Kathua district of Jammu and Kashmir ,over 1000 km from Unnao, have boiled up a nation-wide outrage. A Bakherwal nomadic Muslim tribal girl went missing on January 10 from their camp in Rasana village in Kathua, 60 Km from Jammu where she stayed with her family. She was abducted while grazing horses in the forest and was sedated over and over before being ravished by six men, inside and outside a Devasthan(Not to be confused with a Temple, Devstan is -“kul aka clan-deities abode“ where only the families to whom it belong, perform the ritual). She was tortured to death on January 14- the body to be recovered from Rasana forest in Hira Nagar on January 17, a week after she went missing. On January 23, A week later,on January 23 ,After the body was found, and the J&K government handed over the case to the SIT of the Crime Branch.

Three months passed. On April 9, the Crime Branch of the Jammu and Kashmir Police, which took over the investigation, filed a charge sheet in court.
The rape was committed on purpose to bully the Bakherwal community in to decamping the suburb for which the 8-year- old girl has became essentially the ‘soft target. Bakerwals are one of 12 scheduled tribes in J&K with a population of just over 60,000-Muslims by belief. They are nomadic herdsmen, a floating population with seasonal earnings on their live stocks. They drift to the Valley and Ladakh in summer and shifts back to the forests of Jammu in winter. Walking over four months a year in search of grazing grounds, they stay afloat, pitch tents where they find fit to stay.

President Ram Nath Kovind on Wednesday said the Kathua gang rape and murder of an eight-year-old girl in Kathua earlier this year was shameful. “After 70 years of independence, such an incident occurring in any part of the country is shameful,” he said during his visit to Shri Mata Vaishno Devi Trust University in Jammu today.

True to his characteristic silence amidst furious tweets on irrelevant events, on Friday evening, Prime Minister Narendra Modi at the inauguration of BabaSaheb Ambedkar memorial,New Delhi ,condemned the Kathua and unnao incidents and declared; “I want to assure the nation that no culprits will be spared, complete justice will be done. Our daughters will definitely get justice”. Close to its heals ,the two J&K ministers under cloud got the sack for taking part in the rally in support of Kathua rape accused,averting a coalition crisis.

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Updates

• Raipur:Seven-year-old girl sexually assaulted in school
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  By ANI | Published: 21st April 2018 08:56 AM | Last Updated: 21st April 2018 08:56 AM | A+A A- |

  With the ongoing Unnao and Kathua rape cases, the Indian social media has been abuzz with the words - "rape horror".. Massive protests are being held across the country for demanding death penalty for those accused of raping minors.

  RAIPUR:

  In yet another case of crime against minors, a seven-year-old girl was allegedly sexually assaulted at Raipur's Campion School. Meanwhile, the police said that they were investigating the matter and were examining CCTV footages of the school. An FIR was lodged for the same.

  The president of Child Right Commission, Prabha Dubey, told ANI, "I have spoken to the girl personally. She is saying that a 'bhaiya' had allegedly molested her. We asked the peon of the school about the undergarment, to which she replied that she had thrown away the undergarment since the girl had urinated on it. I will constitute a team to investigate the matter."

• Bihar:13-year-old girl kills self after father rapes her
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  By PTI | Published: 21st April 2018 01:57 AM | Last Updated: 21st April 2018 01:57 AM | A+A A- |

  BETTIAH:

  A 30-year-old man was arrested today for allegedly raping his 13-year-old daughter following which she committed suicide in Bihar's West Champaran district, an official said. The girl's body was found yesterday hanging from the ceiling at her house in a village which comes under the jurisdiction of Majhaulia police station, Superintendent of Police Jayant Kant said.

  Police sources said an FIR was lodged on the basis of the statement of the mother of the girl. A panchayat meeting was held at the request of the girl and her mother on her sexual exploitation around a week ago, and her father was rebuked at the meeting, the sources said. After the meeting, the girl was mentally disturbed and she ran away from the village on Wednesday. She was brought back by family members but after a few days she committed suicide, the sources said.

• 3-year-old girl raped allegedly by neighbour in Madhya Pradesh
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  By ANI | Published: 26th April 2018 11:36 AM | Last Updated: 26th April 2018 11:36 AM | A+A A- |

  CHHATARPUR;

  A 3-year-old girl was allegedly raped on Wednesday night in Madhya Pradesh's Chhatarpur district. The incident took place when the accused neighbour allegedly sneaked into the girl's house and found the victim alone in her house. The accused was arrested immediately after the incident.
  "We have registered the case and the accused has been arrested. Further investigation underway," said Superintendent of Police (SP), RR Parihar. The girl was admitted to the district hospital at Chhatarpur where she is undergoing treatment. (ANI)

The Candy smelling Bappa

“Our soul longs to be of service in some way. It's why we are here. If you weren't meant to touch the world in some way, you wouldn't be here. What act of service calls to you? Even the smallest thing has an effect in eternity.”
― Eileen Anglin

A
re you marooned at City Bu Stand in Kasaragod? Do you find no transport to your remote village in the night? Sathar could be somewhere near to take you home.

His father would not come back. He knows it too well but hops on hope:”Some day, he would be spotted in town at a wee hour. I need to take him home.”

In June it does not rain but pours in these part of the country .Sathar summons back the vivid memory of an early June day in 1979, when as a kid clinging to his Bappa’s fingers was on their way to the Subah at Talangara mosque. After the Subah Namaskar he followed his father to the railway station waving him off to Bombay. Hassainar,his bappa(father) was a sailor with MV Kairali ,a merchant vessel owned by Kerala Shipping corporation. It was enroute for Rostock in Germany crewed by a team of 51 aboard. The ship was lost at mid sea moving at a good clip to Jibutha in Africa for fuelling. There were no news of shipwreck that left the family with faint promise of return. Rumours had it that the ship was sunk either in a PLI operation or hijacked by sea-pirates.

Hassainar was dear to the villagers and the family alike. It was his second marriage to Sathar’s mother Rukhiya. They were Darby and Jhon. When he was home, it was gaiety and merrymaking like a wedding day. The separation was a rude shock to his mother and after two years she died nursing the agony. Sathar stopped school going. He helped his uncle in laterite-wall-constructions. He forgot his father. Life was a treadmill.

Years after, when Sathar became a father, when his own children grew up before him he remembered his father. He began to ask; ’’Uppa, where are you now?” The thought that his father would one day turn up in the town was poignant and eerily evocative. He ran his scooter to the nooks and corners of the town, to the railway station, to the bus stops hoping his father would one day show up in the night of the town. During such wistful wait for his father he would ask those strangers stranded in the night where they wanted to go and volunteer a ride. He took them to their destinations without recompense.

Sathar once stumbled upon a man in the bus stand at midnight with his six year old boy –a cancer patient. With them on the pillion he rode 70 Km in that night through the rugged terrain to the remote destination, telling them that he is also on to the same place. His method is to accost the estranged passenger, ask where he wanted to go and reassure the poor mortal that he is also going to the same place and will only be pleased if he would not mind sharing the pillion. The heartfelt words like:”let God grace you” are the fuel for his two wheeler .He has a method in his madness. Safe home, he would say the truth that the journey was actually meant as a help. It was a make-belief, a clever ruse else they would fight shy off and resign. The child’s father was so happy that he embraced him, tears of gratitude run down his cheeks.

Another night a man spotted running on the road in panic was rushed to the Railway station on his scooter. The man’s wife was to undergo a surgery next day at Chennai. He was to deposit a tidy sum of money before the surgery and was in the town to scrape together enough cash .When they reached the station the west Coast was ready to leave.

Sathar was there to help many –whose name was even not known to him. He did not wish anything as return favour.

In yet another night a Muslim scholar on his way to Sa-Adiya,Deli Arabic college was left high and dry in the city stand. Sathar took him to the college. The Ustad was persistently looking for a quid pro quo. Sathar after much coaxing accepted 1Re coin as a token-the token of love. The routine for years gets intercepted scarcely, only when he is confined to home due to fever or is away on inescapable preoccupations. On Hartal days he would roam in the town looking for the marooned.

He lands in the town with tank-full and a few bottles of petrol in reserve. This is the fifth scooter in the love-route, having served one lakh kilometres and had developed considerable wear and tear. He plans to purchase a new one when all the monthly instalments are cleared.

Sathar is known to all the beat-police in town. They used to warn him over the risks in driving in the night for long and remote hamlets .Sathar leaves his life in the hands of God. There are three in his vehicle –The pillion passenger, himself and the God.

Not just well-wish and prayer alone, but he had to fair share of bitter experiences galore. Once a youth half way to the Railway station got off and happily walked away .When he searched his pocket for the 500 Rs fresh note he kept ,he found that he was pick pocketed. Sathar did not nurse any grudge. His penury, his incomplete house on two cents or the liabilities did not deter him from the noble cause.

Once he took a man in the lurch at KSRTC bus stand who wanted to reach a remote place called Buttikadavu ,a good 35 Km away from the stand. On reaching the destination, as being wont to him, he disclosed that he has biked these distances only to help him. He was invited to stay in his house for the night which he promptly declined .They exchanged their mobile numbers. On the way back he was intercepted by a gang of thugs who wanted to know his mission there. As he could not recollect the name of the place where he left the stranger-friend they took their dagger out. He revved the engine up, sped past through the narrow alleys- clutching his life in his hands, the gang being close behind. Somehow he took asylum in a house beside the road. The Battikadavu passenger was rung up and the man came with his associates for his safety. Sathar remembers of similar incidents in the course of his adventures.

There will usually be ten to fifteen people in a day left helpless, as without transport. There will be someone who is disabled or a man who is desperate to reach to his place, whether it be a short hop or long rides. For these men he waits in the night.

“The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: 'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' But...the good Samaritan reversed the question: 'If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?” ― Martin Luther King Jr.

Courtesy to an article written by Rubin Joseph in Mathrubhumi Malayalam daily on 8th April 2018

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