NnN 5: ClubZilla

Abstract: I’ve read and seen several blogs which poured out emotions with regards to the Delhi victim case. However, I didn’t stumble upon one very critical aspect. This piece of writing is to capture that. Parts of this are a true story.


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 35; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “…and the world was silent again”

Nazreen and Nazam 5: ClubZilla

It had been a week since they had returned from their exotic New Year vacation, and Nazam was itching to party yet again. Although, Nazreen wasn’t really the party kind of girl, infected with some of Nazam’s verve, she amiably agreed to go to the disco club.

In their old age, they both contemplated this particular moment of their lives. They both saw alternate versions, which ensured that they didn’t end up at the pub that night.

Alas, they were merely versions, imagined versions, which didn’t have the power enough, to distort time and correct that which went wrong.

Nothing untoward happened in the club, but the club was the symbol of this episode of their lives. Out at the club, Nazam got a trifle drunk while Nazreen helped herself with mocktails. Being the audio-slave he was, Nazam did a bit of dancing around Nazreen as he grooved to the electronic churn of the DJ and a couple of times he pulled Nazreen out of her chair to ‘dirty dance’ her in those disco lights.

Immersed in each other’s presence and finding false safety in the dance of colored light, they didn’t notice that a set of eyes traced each curve and every inch of Nazreen’s body with lust, uncensored lust. Those eyes even undressed Nazreen in the minds of their beholders. With more alcohol flowing through their veins than blood, and their unrewarding, unsatisfactory sex lives, those lustful guys did something, something criminal. One can never know if those guys really ‘wanted’ to commit what they attempted. However, one can be certain that the intoxication of alcohol is a force that can subjugate one’s reasoning and compel them to do inhuman things, things almost beastly in nature.

Completely unaware and immersed in their own pleasures, Nazreen glanced at the watch. She noted that there were thirty minutes to closing time. With Nazam’s touch and playfulness unleashing the hormones in her, she persuaded Nazam that they should leave the club. Nazam accepted grudgingly, but he knew that he would be back the next weekend. That next weekend, never came. In their old age, this was one of the moments that they both imagined as panning out differently.

Out on the streets, outside the club, they were lucky to find an autorickshaw (means cab) chap who agreed to drop them at their home. The agreement came after some raucous bargaining by Nazreen. In the autorickshaw, Nazam feeling a trifle dizzy, put his head on Nazreen’s shoulder and they held each other’s hands. The smiles on their faces were automatic.

They had no reason to suspect that they were being followed by a car, at a safe distance.

Almost close to their house, the autorickshaw’s engine broke down. For several minutes, the auto-wala bhayya (means cab driver), attempted starting his rusty vehicle, but to no avail. Realizing that they were pretty close to their house, Nazam alighted and paid the guy. As the autorickshaw guy started physically pushing his vehicle in the opposite direction; with grumpy faces, Nazreen and Nazam began a 15 minute walk to their apartment. This was another moment, that they both imagined, in their old age, as panning out differently.

After walking a couple of yards, they turned into another lane which ran straight up to their apartment. They both forgot that the sinister night and the silent world, blanketed them at that hour on that desolate road.

Having walked for a few minutes chit-chatting about nothing in particular, Nazam sensed the predators. He glanced back and noted the car that was slowly moving in their direction, as if following them. Though Nazam got a cursory recollection of having seen those faces at the pub, he didn’t give it much thought. Nazam just continued walking along with Nazreen. This was a moment, that Nazam imagined, in his old age, as panning out differently.

After walking for a minute or so, Nazreen suddenly squealed, “Ouch” as she instinctively put her hand on her buttock and started rubbing it. Turning behind, they both saw four guys standing outside the parked car, which wasn’t very far away from them. Nazreen scanned the ground around her and quickly spotted the 5 rupee coin on the ground. As her eyes rose to meet the strangers, one of them shouted out, “I’ll pay THAT much to you, if you come warm my bed along with me.” In that insane gaiety of intoxication, the group of four strangers started laughing hysterically.

With dizziness vanishing in invisible vapors, Nazam clenched his fist and pumped up the veins on his forearms as he took a step towards them menacingly. Nazreen immediately put out a hand on his shoulder, softly restraining him. Nazam looked back at her and saw her head moving sideways with pleading eyes, suggesting that he do nothing. That was a moment, which Nazreen imagined, in her old age, as panning out differently.

Seeing Nazam being stopped by a ‘woman’, one in the group of strangers shouted, “Hijde” (means eunuch). His girl’s dignity threatened was one thing, but his manhood questioned was an altogether different matter. As the group of strangers started clapping their hands in the style of begging eunuchs on the road, adrenaline rushed through him and his legs propelled him in their direction. What is feminine fragile restrain compared to masculine raging adrenaline? In seconds Nazam was at the chief assailant with his clenched fist raised threateningly. But before Nazam could swing out that fist in a swift arc, one of the strangers ducked and drove a fist into Nazam’s ribs.

Nazam staggered behind and quickly the four of them were onto him. Another punch made him hit the ground with such an abruptness that Nazam’s eyes saw imaginary twinkling stars as they blinked rapidly. Before he recovered, punches flew into his face, his stomach, his groins at random angles and in quick succession.

Nazreen instinctively squeaked.

Distracted by that, the chief assailant stood up as the rest continued pounding and hammering Nazam. For a few split seconds, the assailant eyed Nazreen, like a lion eyes its helpless prey.

He took a couple of steps towards her cautiously and seeing her stagger behind in horror, rushed towards her. The shock of the situation was too much and Nazreen stumbled as she was trying to walk backwards. Before she could recover, she could smell the alcohol stink in the breath of the assailant on her face. She felt parts of his body on her body. She was about to shout out loudly, when the sting of a slap on her cheek made her neck creak.

Nazam had seen the chief assailant leave. With Nazreen threatened yet again, his legs kicked out and his elbows thrust out. Such revolt was surprising to the assailants as they were hit by Nazam’s jerky movements, stunning them into inaction for a split second. The gap of a split second was enough for Nazam as he angled a punch at one guy and a kick at another, simultaneously. As he was turning towards the third, a strong punch caught his jaw and knocked his face sideways. Nazam’s eyes travelled to Nazreen and as his eyes grasped what was happening, his body stopped feeling the pain of the blows of the three assailants.

With pain coursing through her cheek, Nazreen’s mind recorded her violation in micro-detail: the way the assailant’s hand was moving on parts that were private, the way his breath travelled on her neck and his hungry lips explored her neck, the way his other hand attempted ripping her dress at the shoulder, the way…

As if ordained by divinity, something came to Nazreen and Nazam’s rescue. The approaching sirens of a police patrol, froze them all. The three assailants quickly exchanged glances and in moments were in the car. Quickly the car was started and they drove it to the point where Nazreen and their friend were. The driver shouted out to their stunned friend, whose entire body consumed the fragile, helpless frame of Nazreen, “Bugger jump in, this whore is not worth going to prison for.” The increasing sound of the siren was enough of an alarm for the chief assailant to jump in to the rear seat of the car through the opened door. With black gas leaving the car’s exhaust, the assailants escaped.

Nazam put his elbow on the ground and supported his lifting body on it. Simultaneously, Nazreen put both her elbows on the ground and tried getting up as well. Even that was quite a bit of effort, as the searing pain on her shoulder came to life and she voiced out, “Aahhh”. With Nazreen’s agony reaching Nazam, he struggled onto his feet. In that battered state, it took him some effort to walk up to her.

Collapsing by her side, he held her in her arms.

…and the world was silent again.


Stage setting: Well-lit living room setup with 3 plush sofa sets. Lady seated on one of them and a guy walking to and fro, as if agitated by something.

Narrator: Behold, oh sweet spectator. Come as you have to this scene, as a witness to a sinister episode; enter this realm dispensing your prejudices, for only an open mind can gauge the gravity trapped in words. Every now and then, a victim is popularized. Nation rages with emotion and media mints money through journalism. Politicians attempt consoling while the police lash out their batons. In the midst of this drama, is hidden a serious issue, lurking right in front of our eyes, but never acknowledged. And a dangerous issue it is. [Voice begins fading] Dangerous because…

[A knock is heard]

Nazam: [absent-mindedly] It’s open
New character: [walking in with arms wide open] Hey party beople, whaaaaat’s up
[Nazam merely glances in his direction and continues his to-and-fro walking. Nazreen continues to stare at the floor]
New character: [walking in to settle on one of the sofas, with an amused expression] Why, SO, serious?
[Nazreen glances at him and returns her gaze to the floor. Nazam stops his walking and stares at the new character for a few moments]
Nazam: Manish, some guys attempted to do something with…[voice trails off and he glances at Nazreen]
Manish: Some guys, what?
[Nazreen lifts her head]
Manish: Nazreen, why are tears [Pause] Shit! Don’t tell me.
Nazam: [Sitting abruptly into the unoccupied sofa] Such m*****f*****s should be killed
Manish: Wait a second, are you telling me that…[voice trails off and he glances at Nazreen]
Nazam: Thank God! Nothing untoward happened. She is fine, but..
Nazreen: Nothing untoward?
Nazam: Honey, he didn’t really…really…

Nazreen: And that’s what you wanted

Nazam: In bloody hell, no!
Manish: Alright folks, I gotta know. Tension is crawling on my skin. What happened?
[Pin drop silence, as the lights dim. Nazam briefs Manish through miming for a few moments. Manish’s glances bounce from Nazreen to Nazam throughout the silent monologue. Lights brighten indicating the flashback is over]

Manish: Man! This is so…so unreal!
Nazam: Seriously man! Who would have thought!
Manish: [glances at Nazreen] Okay, so nothing really happened?
Nazreen: Nothing really?
Nazam: Such f*****s should be paraded naked on the streets and stoned to death

Nazreen: Manish, did someone ever feel your body without your permission?
Manish: [Shocked] I..didn’t…mean…
Nazreen: But in your eyes, ‘nothing really’ happened.
Manish: No Nazreen, all I wanted to say is, you are safe and sound. You are ok.
Nazreen: [moist eyes, breaking voice] I’m not okay, Manish. I’m not okay.

Nazam: Man, this is hell.
Manish: I’m sorry this happened.
Nazam: Sorry? Really? That’s all you have to say?
Manish: I can’t say everything at once. You have got to listen to everything I have to say.
Nazam: [Sitting upright on the sofa] Ok fine. Go on. Say everything you want to say
Manish: Dude, relax. Three guys onto one guy is unfair man.
Nazam: F****** hijdas (means eunuchs). If only they had faced me fair and square, one on one
Manish: This is not Olympics! Why did you expect them to be fair
[Nazam looks at Manish angrily]
Manish: Alright, chill. I was just trying to lighten up things a bit
Nazam: This is not the time to lighten up. I noted their car license number. Call up guys you know. Let’s storm their bloody place and belt those m*****f*****s
Manish: Buddy, did you notice what time it is?
Nazam: When did people of our age, start sleeping so early?
Manish: Okay, fine. Suppose we can call up people. However, we need at least a day to trace the owner of that license number
Nazam: We are in Andhra Pradesh. We can go to the transport website and enter the license number to get details of the owner
Manish: Really? Is there a website like that?
Nazam: Let me get my laptop
Manish: [Gleefully] Man, our society is advancing

Nazreen: Advancing?

Manish: I’m sorry
Nazam: Dude, just f****** take out your phone. Let me get my laptop

[A ringtone is heard: ‘Oppan Gangam Style, Heyyyyy Sexy lady….Oppan Gangam Style, Heyyyyy Sexy lady’ {Gangam Style (C) K-Psy}. Ringtone trails off]
Nazreen: [Glancing at Nazam] Where’s your phone?
Nazam: I’ll just be back [Exits stage]
[Silence for many seconds. Nazreen stares at the floor. Manish glances at Nazreen, looks at the audience, and repeats this a few times]

Nazreen: You’ll never understand…
Manish: Nazreen, I’m really sorry
Nazreen: Sorry? Is that reassurance?
Manish: [Silence for a few seconds] I mean…
Nazreen: Tell me Manish, what do you mean?
Manish: Nazreen, this is most unfortunate
Nazreen: I told you, you’ll never understand
Manish: It is merely masculine instinct…
Nazreen: Excuse me?
Manish: I mean, from one angle, there wasn’t anything wrong…
Nazreen: Wrong?
Manish: Yeah, they were just guys out of control, most probably under the influence of alcohol
Nazreen: Wasn’t anything wrong?
Manish: They are just men. That’s what men do…
Nazreen: You mean to say that [Pause] being a woman is wrong
Manish: Now, now, don’t twist my words
Nazreen: Would you do that to some girl?
Manish: [Repulsed] By Krishna! No!
Nazreen: But someone did that to a girl
Manish: Its your fault! Look how you are dressed! They were already on the edge and your provocation simply pushed them over
Nazreen: Are you telling me that women in sarees don’t get raped? Women in burkhas don’t get groped? Women in salwar kameezes don’t get eve-teased?
Manish: No, I didn’t mean to say that…
Nazreen: Let me tell you what you wanted to say. You are saying that a woman is always wrong. Her dress is wrong. Her actions are wrong. Her expressions are wrong. In fact, being a woman is wrong
Manish: No, I didn’t mean to say that…

[Nazam re-enters the stage with an open laptop in one hand]
Nazam: [Speaking into the phone] Yes ma, I finished dinner. Ma, I’m really occupied right now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow [Hangs up his call]
Manish: Did you share this with elders?
Nazam: [Looks blankly at Manish]
Manish: [Slapping his forehead with his palm] Oh damn! I forgot! Your parents don’t even know that you are living-in with a girl

Nazreen: They don’t even know that we are in a relationship

Nazam: What will telling ‘elders’ accomplish?
Manish: They might know ways to deal with this
Nazam: I know their way. They’ll say forget it, shit happens
Manish: Oh c’mon. Don’t be so disparaging of our elders
Nazam: Stop wasting time. I found out the address of the license number holder. Let’s take hockey sticks…
Manish: Man, chill. Think. Reason. There are non-violent ways to handle this
Nazam: That Gandhi made napunzaks (slang: weiner or eunuch) out of us Indians
Manish: Don’t bring nationalist sentiments into this
Nazam: Yes, this is not a national issue. This is personal. And that’s why…
Manish: Just shut up dude! Has some demon taken control of you!
Nazam: You are a neutral by-stander. It’s easy for you to make that statement.
Manish: Man, I feel your pain as much as you do
Nazam: Really? Do you?
Manish: Yes. Let’s go to the police station tomorrow and register an FIR with them
Nazam: And make Nazreen a public figure? A figure who is lusted for, by not just four screwed up Indians, but all those useless shit-faced cops out there?
Manish: Dude, you got to trust the system
Nazam: Trust the system that took so many years to punish Rajiv Gandhi’s murderer? Trust the system that couldn’t even punish Kasab? If this system takes so much time to process even ‘death’ and ‘mass murder’, what about us? Nothing really happened…
Nazreen: Nothing really happened?
Manish: Nazreen, you are not looking at the silver lining of the dark cloud here. The clouds have passed
Nazreen: Manish, if some guy were to tear your pants forcefully and put a finger up your asshole?
Manish: [Recoils] Shit! Don’t get nasty now!
Nazreen: If mere words hurt you so much…
Manish: Nazreen, I can understand what you are going through…

Nazreen: You’ll never really understand

Nazam: Manish. Fuck the system! It’s a useless system, a corrupt system! I want justice. Immediate justice
Manish: Corrupt! That’s it man! You know what we gotta do? We start a social movement. We get our friends on Facebook to start an agitation. That’s the drill these days.
Nazreen: You mean, like the Anna Hazare team did?
Manish: Yeah. The youth of the country, people like us out there, are conscious of what our society is becoming. They’ll definitely join their voice with that of ours
Nazreen: You mean, people like us, who get drunk and sing ‘Fevicol Se’ while ogling at Kareena’s ravishing figure in that Bollywood movie?
Manish: You are being stubbornly skeptical
Nazreen: No Manish. I’m just being the victim
Manish: I understand that…
Nazreen: Let me ask you this, do you know the meaning of the word ‘crime’?
Manish: I think I do
Nazreen: Today, I LEARNED the meaning
[Silence for a few seconds, as both Manish and Nazam glance at Nazreen]
Nazam: What f****** bullshit will a social movement accomplish?
Manish: Dude…
Nazam: Don’t bloody ‘Dude’ me! Social movements, my shit! People will congregate, get lathi charged (police using batons to disperse crowds). Hundreds will express their regrets through blogs. Some singer might sing a song. Some film-makers will use the opportunity to market their films. May be, some fucking idiotic writer will make fiction out of this. But then, the result is ALWAYS the same. An year back, nearly half of India was talking about Anna Hazare. Tell me, who is talking today? The result is ALWAYS the same.
Manish: What are you saying?

Nazreen: …AND THE WORLD was silent again

[Silence for a few seconds, as both Manish and Nazam glance at Nazreen]
Manish: Oh c’mon! Policies take time. Sociology is not atomic science that things flow at nano-speeds. Such things take time.
Nazam: Manish, what’s the point of such things? You intend to say that we suffer until government mechanisms take their own sweet time?
Manish: No. I’m not saying that
Nazam: Well, take a good look at the audience around us.
[Nazam and Manish sweep their sights across the theatre. Nazreen continues to stare at the stage floor]
Nazam: You know what they’ll do? After this is over, some will clap. Some will cry. Then they’ll discuss the merits and demerits. After that, they’ll go home and sleep.
Nazreen: …and the world WAS SILENT again.

Nazam: Manish, they are simply spectators. MUTE spectators. Behold, oh sweet spectator…
Nazreen: I know
[Nazam and Manish glance in her direction. Silence for a few seconds]
Nazreen: I know what I want to do
Nazam: Hmm…
Nazreen: There are NGO organizations out there where we can report such cases anonymously. They’ll work towards justice
Manish: Now, that’s a sensible way to go about this whole thing
Nazam: NO
[Nazreen and Manish stare at Nazam]
Nazam: No, we won’t do anything like that
Nazreen: I’m not seeking your permission
Nazam: I’m not approving of your action
Nazreen: I’m not going to pay heed to it
Nazam: Stop being childish
Nazreen: I ain’t being so
Nazam: Okay. Stop being whatever you are being
Nazreen: I can’t stop being the victim
Nazam: Did you forget, even I was a victim
Nazreen: Just because you got bashed up?
Nazam: And you think that isn’t a crime with respect to what happened to you?
Nazreen: Why does society marginalize women so?
Nazam: No one is marginalizing anyone here.
Nazreen: Of course. You go out with friends. You get insulted with words. Sometimes, they molest you. All of that is forgiven. Suddenly it happens in front of a girl and it is all not acceptable
Nazam: You are unnecessarily mixing up things. Those people who bashed me up weren’t my friends!
Nazreen: Maybe I’m mixing things up. You won’t get it. Because you are not in my state
Nazam: What makes you think that I ain’t in agony?
Nazreen: Agony? Such an understatement
Nazam: Nazreen, we are NOT going public with this one way or another. I simply don’t like it.
Nazreen: And if I were to go beyond your likes or dislikes?

Manish: Hey folks, chill out now. This time I mean it. Just chill

[Nazam and Nazreen glance towards Manish. Then quickly they return their glances to each other]
Nazreen: I’m serious Nazam. Are you with me or not?
Nazam: Nazreen, this is a household matter. We got to settle this internally. What’s the point of involving outside people?
Nazreen: This is not a household matter Nazam. This is a social matter
Nazam: It might be so. But Nazreen, I’m not going to let you be the center of some social experiment
Nazreen: We are from Hyderabad. This is a city by all standards. If we people, the urban, the enlightened people of this country will not stand up for what is right, then think about the thousands of Tier-II and Tier-III towns in this country.

Manish: All those Biharis should be put in jail.
[Nazam and Nazreen, stare at Manish blankly for a few seconds]
Manish: I’m serious. I’m sure that the guys who did this to you must have been Biharis.
Nazreen: Yeah right. I’m sure it must be Biharis who are raping women all over the world, be it in England, America, Australia, Japan or even fucking Antartica. It is definitely Biharis, right?
Manish: Ah…
Nazreen: Manish, this is not a cultural thing
Manish: What are you saying?
Nazreen: This is simply masculine. You admitted that yourself.
Manish: Are you saying that men are wrong? Are you saying that being a man is incorrect?
Nazreen: Yes
Manish: Did they hit you on the head or something?

Nazam: Nazreen, fuck all of this non-sense. We ain’t going public. That’s my final decision
Nazreen: Who gave you the rights to final decision?
Nazam: Let’s keep arguing all night. I’m sure I can convince you
Nazreen: [Giggles] Really? You are saying that you can convince a woman?
Nazam: [Smiling] Nazreen…
Nazreen: Nazam, I’m telling you again, this is the only way to go about it
Nazam: Why? Why are you so hell bent on making a public mockery of ourselves?
Nazreen: Public mockery? Are you suggesting that we let those guys go scot-free?
Nazam: I’ve already put forth my solutions
Nazreen: And you think that will solve the matter?
Nazam: It salvages our pride, in the very least
Nazreen: Pride? Salvage? You think that suffices?
Nazam: Nazreen, don’t forget that this happened to me too. I can understand everything that you are going through and what you are feeling right now.
[Ringtone is heard: What I’ve felt, what I’ve known; Sick and tired, I stand alone; could you be there, ‘cause I’m the one who waits for you; or are you unforgiven, too? {@Unforgiven II ©Metallica} Ringtone fades off]

Manish: [Holding the phone which he retrieves from his pocket] Ah, guys I gotta leave
[After casting angry glances at Manish to take out his ringing mobile, Nazreen and Nazam simply return their sights to each other]

Nazreen: No Nazam, you are not feeling what I’m feeling right now. You aren’t the unforgiven one here. It is me. It is always the woman!
Nazam: Stop begging for sympathy
Nazreen: That’s what you think this is
Nazam: Then tell me what it is

Manish: [Having silenced his mobile] Guys, I really got to leave…

Nazreen: This is my fight for justice
Nazam: No, this is OUR fight for justice

[Manish exits stage, and Nazreen and Nazam continue talking without paying any heed]

Nazreen: Then, let’s fight!
Nazam: With words! It is only an adage that words are like arrows. They don’t REALLY hurt like arrows do!
Nazreen: Just pass me that laptop. Let me register that case
Nazam: Who told you about this NGO anyway?
Nazreen: I’m a girl Nazam. I’ve been aware of such dangers for a long time now. We women always walk in the shadow of fear
Nazam: Stop begging for sympathy I said
Nazreen: I’m NOT
Nazam: Yes you are. And once again, I’m not going to pass the laptop to you and we are not going public with this
Nazreen: We wont be going public. This is done anonymously
Nazam: No Nazreen. This matter is not going to leave these four walls
Nazreen: And the hardened dicks of those guys either
Nazam: Sshh. Nazreen, please try to look at things from my perspective
Nazreen: Show it. Show me your perspective
Nazam; Isn’t it sufficient insult that I wasn’t able to protect my girl? Should you continue to pursue this matter any further?
Nazreen: Insult to you? What about insult to me?
Nazam: Exactly. Why do you want make such insult public knowledge?
Nazreen: Who said public? I already told you, these NGO organizations handle everything discreetly
Nazam: Can you promise me that the men in such an organization, are clean angels, who won’t cast eyes of lust upon you? Can you promise me that people in such organizations, won’t look down upon you as scum of the society, for inciting what shall be socially declared as “innocent men” into unreasonable action?
Nazreen: Ah…
Nazam: Nazreen, baby. We live in a society that questioned even the impeccable character Sita and demanded to prove her innocence. Baby, no matter how hard we try, eventually, we see ourselves becoming the villain.
Nazreen: Nazam, but this is also the society that worships Durga, the all powerful feminine manifestation of power
Nazam: What a joke!
[Silence again for a couple of moments]

Nazreen: I see what are you saying
[Silence for a few seconds]

Nazam: [speaks with breaking voice and moist eyes] I didn’t say it till now, but let me do so. I’m sorry that I wasn’t capable of protecting you. I’m just not strong enough to see more harm come to you
[For the first time that evening, Nazreen attempts standing up…]
Nazreen: Ouch
Nazam: [Instantly steps towards her] What happened?
Nazreen: I think he had put his knee and his entire weight on my ankle…
[As Nazreen struggles to stand up, Nazam gets over to her and embraces her in a hug. Lights over the stage dim out as the spotlight on the face of the hugging couple intensifies. In seconds, only the face of Nazreen is visible on the shoulder of Nazam who has his back to the audience]

Nazam: Baby, I promise. Never again will any Clubzilla or a demon of any kind, even so much as touch you…

Narrator: Behold, oh sweet spectator. Behold, this dangerous case. Dangerous because it goes unreported. [Pause] We know the magnitude of our population, and thus we know that corrective action is required. We know the magnitude of our fiscal deficits and thus corrective measures are being implemented. We know the magnitude of the financials goals, both individually and as a system, and thus corrective ideas are being planned. But do we know the magnitude of crime against women? The GROSSLY under-reported number, which in itself is horrifying, doesn’t compel government into action. But what if the true magnitude of this social cancer be put forth? [Pause]

Narrator: [Continues] Do you remember, once we sang ‘Naye daur mei likhengay hum nayi kahani’ (For this new era, script a new song shall we). Is this a verse in the new song we are scripting? This couple believes, ‘…and the world was silent again’. Do you believe the same?

[Muffled sobbing noise, which quickly fades out]

Narrator: With the privacy of their lives, finally returned to them that night, Nazreen let go. She cried,
and cried,
and cried,
and cried.
Just two individuals on this planet infested with billions, crying; for that hour of the day and oblivious to this couple’s agonies, one can safely say …and the world was silent AGAIN.

[Curtain falls]

~ ~ ~ Dedicated to Rubin Fernandes, the Mumbai youth who was stabbed, simply because he stood up to save the dignity of the woman with him ~ ~ ~

WTF – Why This Frustration (Kolaveri)
U; Shri.

Prefix Edition:
NnN 4. New Year Eve’s Plan

Suffix Edition:
MMs1 debuts in Feb 2013, (hopefully) with the next edition of Blogaton.

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In All Three Worlds: Chapter 6

MMs1: Lit by Blackout


Luckily, the lift had arrived and as the doors opened, Manish let the lady walk in first. He entered the lift after her and noted that she had already hit the button for the ground floor. As the lift began descending, in the silence there, Manish heard a song stream out of the lady’s earphones. Even in his afterlife, he would recognized that eternal melody and in that lift he didn’t have a problem identifying it as ‘Pehla Nasha’ (First Love). He smiled as he saw the lady’s lips mime out the song as well.

And suddenly, the lift stopped.

Both realized that it was a blackout.

[To be contd…, Stay linked]

Rubin Fernandes

P.S: If you folks have encountered this particular strand of thought somewhere in that torrential downpour of personal opinion in the blogosphere following the Delhi victim’s case; could you kindly share the link or at least give me a couple of search strings?
Thanking you in advance.
Yours truly,

11 thoughts on “NnN 5: ClubZilla

  1. hi Unknownshri,
    um sorry ..um taking lot of time to read your post ..actually I started off with the prefix addition to keep it flowing..will get back to you soon…forgive my laziness…

  2. Though the post was long but I was hooked up till the end…the real life scenario was brought out effectively with punctilious detailings.
    Skimming through the prevailing facet of the society the portrayal of the characters was skillful …Its high time we need to stop the malignant growth of this evil and even more necessary to remove the roots of it..yes it will take a long time plus extra efforts to throw it out ..for that we will have to act promptly in all directions…

  3. Its a huggggggggeeeeeeeeeee post! Yet loved it and completed it 😀 yippy! Isn’t that a success? And as of the post, you have beautifully portrayed the current scenario! the perception of things must change and the society will! good one 🙂

  4. Though it was looooooooong post, I got me hooked. Very relevant questions you raised in this play! Somebody said incidence of these cases is far higher in countries like America or England as compared to India, because our people ate still rooted in culture.

    It is the cultural and social pressure only that makes this crime under-reported. The incidence is not low, the reporting is far lower.

    Please accept my congratulations for such a pertinent write-up!

  5. It is a long post but worth reading. The first part you have narrated has happened so many times in real life! The discussion following the event is interesting – captures different perspectives effectively.

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