Not many days go by without people reading or hearing or both that somewhere in India someone is raped, or ran over by a vehicle, or killed by a killer.
Recently, three tragedies, all avoidable, happened on three different days in three different cities: a Christian matured nun got raped in Kolkata, a bus ran over and killed a Muslim motorcyclist in Meerut, and a Hindu Indian Administrative Service officer named DK Ravi died (mysteriously) in Bengaluru.
Two photographs, two grieving families, one Muslim and one Hindu. Children are sobbing. Presumably, they are the motorcyclist’s kids or siblings. The officer’s mother and father are in the photograph on the right. She is wailing and he is lamenting with his head down. It is hard not to feel sorrow for the families for their loss.
When a rapist rapes, or an assassin assassinates, or a driver injures or runs over someone, everyone pays a price: victims, survivors, society, and government.
Victims who survive remain weak. Families of victims suffer financially. Society, in order to heal victims, takes away time of doctors, hospitals, nurses, therapists, and others. The resources it could otherwise utilize on our sick. Last, our government. It spends money and means to apprehend culprits, argue cases in courts on behalf of victims, and keep guilty incarcerated.
The sons are gone. Who will take care of each son’s family and aging parents and siblings?
What is disturbing is that on one hand our government is asking our parents not to have more than two children in an endeavor to curb the population growth, but on the other hand it is failing to prevent preventable injuries and deaths.
What is disheartening is that we seethe with anger, march and protest; however, we do little to end rapes and curb avertable accidents and deaths.
What is disconcerting is that we may not have daughters and sons left if avertible casualties continue.BLOG COMMENTS POWERED BY DISQUS