Sunday, January 27, 2013

Justice for them All?

Protesters on the street- several thousands of them; candlelight marches, unprecedented outrage on social media; the influential discussing it, and the common, flabbergasted by it. Not a single media channel in the country wants another story. Sonia Gandhi sheds tears; the story evokes tremors on the floor of the Parliament.

Nirbhaya, Amanat, and Damini- she’s acknowledged by different names, none of them her actual name; but every single soul of the country knows her. I wince at a mere reference to the egregious incident. The mob wants the perpetrators hanged. Some want them castrated, and some others have come up with other creative penalties as well. Security has been stiffened in the national capital. The generation as we know it has ‘awakened’.
Candlelight vigil near India Gate
The reactions, to say the least, are justified. The mass outrage, by all means, is within limits of rationalism. The only question I have is, is this what it takes?

Will we get out on the streets only when an innocent girl is gang raped by six men, bludgeoned, nearly to death, and thrown on the road? Is this the degree of criminality that will get us on our toes? What about the hundreds of other girls in remote areas who don’t even have the means to report such a heinous crime? Will we not stand up for them? Will it not appeal to the Samaritan in us just because a girl was not beaten and she did not run to the authorities?

While I surfed through countless news channels ripping this one story apart, I came across another isolated incident on one channel. For a moment, it seemed eerily out of place.

An 18 year old girl was raped by three men on the night of Diwali, i.e. a month ago, in a village in Punjab. She did not report the case for two weeks, and when she eventually did, she was forced to withdraw it. The policemen she approached, when she wanted to open a formal inquiry, tried to coax her to back off. It is also believed that the accused themselves tried to threaten her. On the 26th of December, she committed suicide by drinking poison. She mentioned names of the rapists in her suicide note, deeming them responsible for her death. Two police officers were fired, and one was suspended, following the incident.

A girl, my age, raped violently, and then driven to suicide. This sickens me. As do the numerous other stories that have emerged in the aftermath of the Delhi incident. But what appals me is the fact that the mob might not have taken to the streets had the Delhi case not happened. It is this resilience that we need to uproot from our lives. We hear of a sexual assault case every minute. Why does it take such a huge boulder of an event to awaken us? Why can’t we stand up for all our women?

Shoma Chaudhury, the managing editor of Tehelka, said in a discussion, “Why does this concept of bearable rape and unbearable rape prevail? Just like murder is murder, rape is rape! One cannot sit back just because a girl in inappropriate clothing was raped. Any kind of rape should be protested with a similar ferventness.”


My only appeal to the people is, show some sensitivity. The girl, may her soul rest in peace, is in a better place now. Think about the other victims who have to live with the scars. Show some compassion. We need to make their lives better, help them live peacefully. Like I said, the outrage is justified, but what is needed more, is responsibility.

Stand up for all victims. In such times, what’s to stop your loved ones from being one of them?

Friday, January 25, 2013

My life at SRM- by Prasanna Rao



The intriguing prospect of writing for SRM university and with articles written on IIT(Niranjan) and on BITS Pilani (Aditya) it looked like an herculean task from the outset. But things started to flow once I started to write this article.













Unlike my other contemporaries who underwent a rigorous IIT-JEE training for 2 years most of them landing in one of the best colleges in India and IIT ofcourse. During that time I was away for almost 1.5 year globe trotting completing my IM title requirements and came back in almost September end for the preparations of the “HSC”. Nothing extraordinary and passed HSC. SRM came along with that.





Without any huff and buff I got into SRM one of the top ten engineering colleges in India (leaving aside IITs) because I am a chess player (Advantages of being a chess player and believe me there are many)









Oh yes its huge and this is 1/4th part of the campus!
I began my hostel life ( I have to give credit to chess that it was “ok” for me to be away from home as I was habituated to it) at Room NO 401 H- Block. Eager to embark on this exciting odyssey I started my first semester.










Celebrating aka "hostel style"


The most obsessive part of the SRM is the wonderful (to the mildest term I use it here) hostel life. Right from peeing in front of the warden’s room ( I hope none of the professors are reading these!) Bursting crackers and throwing a bucketful of water when someone is sleeping at 3am ( It happened to me too!) it was a journey to be remembered. (And yes baby we are only 6 months old in hostel life). The moment of anguish, desperation when someone does that to you but when you reflect back it puts a small smile across your face. And keeping all the things aside I learned to take care of myself and the most important thing never ask a HOSTELITE whether he is hungry? If you are staying in hostel YOU MUST BE HUNGRY ALL THE TIME.
Keeping all the fun things aside, I learnt some new important lessons. TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN. You lose something you need to pay for it from your pocket-money (And believe me guys that hurts, hurts to the core) There is no mom to look after you. Wake up on your own, wash your own clothes (Most importantly before someone comments that you stink), eat the messy food which you get in mess (GULP IT, DRINK IT, DO WHATEVER but EAT that bloody food). After 6 months I can say that hostel life has given me the freedom but equally it has made me more responsible.

In the 6 months I would have attended college for 4 months, went back home for like almost 4 times (Another leisure you can afford if you are a chess player ON DUTY) played tournaments and still had one of the most awesomest moment of my life till now. And my ATM card usage agrees with that (A personal tip! Hide the money wherever it is possible in your wallet where your friends and seniors cant have a look :)

To be frank enough I thought SRM as a place swarming with nerds, oil-combed hair (Yes you can expect that in Chennai) carrying books in one hand sweating due to freaking 40 degrees (Here the weather goes from hot, hotter and hottest) and discussing the evolution of the science and related stuff in their linguistic tone which will normally frighten a “sadhu” human being like me. But I was glad to be surprised. The place is more dominated by the North Indians with almost 60% accounting for them. And with girls you know can only ask the SRM people how they are enjoying it ( I know it’s a international platform to speak on but come on guys you cant be straight if you are not thinking about the girls!). And my roommates are from Delhi and Assam. Speaking about diversity!

To sum it up of my "6 months stay" I explored new adventures, developed new skills and made some great(Ofcourse they are my friends). Personality being developed (I hope everyone here understands the sarcasm) after attending all the PD lectures :P I am sure more interesting things will pop up as time flies by. The TIME has come to change. To get out of your own comfy zones and a take a step towards the big-daddy world.

The First Semester


After two grueling years of IIT JEE preparation, the prospect of studying in one of the most elite institutions in India was both exciting and intimidating. Nothing can match the dream-come-true feeling when I entered the hallowed portals of IIT Bombay. I was eager to embark on this exciting odyssey, and little did I know that a life full of surprises, whirlwind emotions and coming-of-age learning curves was in store!
To be frank, initially I thought of IIT Bombay as a place swarming with nerds carrying robots in one hand and 22nd century machines in the other, discussing theoretical physics, the evolution of the universe and related stuff which will normally frighten a sane human being. But I was glad to discover that the truth is far more prosaic. Even though academics occupies the center stage, extra-curricular activities are given due importance and excellence in music, theater, fine arts etc. is encouraged and appreciated.
                                                             The main building facade


I begin my account of the first semester with the most obsessive aspect of an IITB student-the hostels! Just allude to it and it’s vendetta for the students who are eager to stamp the superiority of their respective hostels. The farrago of orientations, the GCs and the ATMs bear eloquent testimony to this. Personally, I had never lived in a hostel before and I had a whale of a time in my hostel with my new friends. Staying up late in the night (afternoon lectures made this possible), playing cricket in the corridors, experimenting with self-made firecrackers in the bathroom, exploding empty deodorant bottles-these are some of the crazy activities I indulged in with my wing-mates (I hope none of the professors are reading this). Keeping the fun aside, I learnt one of the important lessons of life-to take care of your own. There’s no Mom to look after you; you have to wake up on your own, wash your own clothes, reach the mess within the stipulated time (however bad the food may be, there’s no escaping it) and most importantly, manage your time well. I can definitely say that I've become more independent and self-reliant than I was four months ago.
                                                                My hostel-Madhouse!


Summing up, I explored new avenues, developed new skills and made some great friends. IITB has helped me add fresh facets to my personality. And this is only the first semester! I’m sure more interesting vistas will pop up in due course of time. Finally, the time has arrived-the time to get out of my cosy comfort zone and step into the proverbial big bad world, and make a statement.