The Half Human: The article on Rape Cases in Delhi

Horrifying story of a teenager who was tortured and gang-raped for days and then left for dead in Haryana

It all happened almost a year before the travesty of December 16, 2012 that shook the nation completely. Her name is not displayed publicly. Her father didn't want her named or picture published. This horror began in Outer Delhi on the evening of February 9, 2012.
She was returning home after work. Talking with three other woman colleagues as they approached their homes, she had no idea of the evil that was about to engulf her. A red Indica car came over sharply with three men inside it, and their intentions were clearly devil. 

Her colleagues panicked, but she rebuked the men,arguing them and asking them to leave. The three men, all in their twenties, dragged her into their car and sped away. For the next three days, they raped her in mustard fields where they drove through. These three consecutive days, they constantly beat her up, burnt her with cigarette butts, mutilated her eyes and face with screwdrivers, inserted a broken liquor bottle in her private parts, poured acid over her eyes and her face, and finally left her to die. The death was even the better side for her, but it can't be said how long her suffering lasted. Somehow, the terribly mutilated body was discovered by the police on the fourth day after the abduction. 

Her family hasn't given up trying though. "I was in Agra attending to an ailing relative when one of my neighbours called me to inform that my daughter had been abducted by three men. She was just a few metres away from our home when this happened. She and her friends had been dropped off by a bus around 8.30 pm. From there they were walking towards home. I rushed to Delhi," said the victim's father."Once I reached Delhi, I witnessed absolute police apathy. The neighbours had called the police and asked them to follow the car. The cops however, stood there and said we must get them a car first and then they would follow," he said. 

The neighbours then got together and started a protest to exert pressure on the cops. Even then, it took them three days to arrest suspects. The accused are named Rahul, Vinod and Ravi. All were residents of the same locality and had just been released from Tihar after doing time in connection with a robbery case.The case hasn't been fast-tracked; it has been transferred from one court to another three times already.

"The police came two hours late and then asked for conveyance and a mobile phone," the father said.

"The police also found paper plates, munchies and beer bottles at the spot of the crime, which showed that the girl was alive as they kept her captive and raped her repeatedly in the open," said Anita Gupta, a social worker who is helping the family in the court case. 

The victim's father was a peon; he's had to give up his job in order to deal with the case. He comes to Jantar Mantar every day to light lamps in memory of his daughter. "Then chief minister Sheila Dikshit gave Rs 1 lakh compensation. It's simply not enough," said Gupta. 

What can be worse than this? She engulfed in the realm of the brutal torture and the perpetual pain and the human born demons demolished her dignity, morale,  her courage for survival and  just everything. Every hours of trounce and fear brought her state of agony to the worse. These half humans dwelling deep in  the tunnels of inhumanity endure among us and agony to the miser human. Although the folks talk about Independence and the development of this country but what use is it of if a girl cannot walk down to her home though the dark street. What does this Independence means to us when we are walking down the streets during night with the fear of being raped or robbed?  Is this the only role of the every next people to just prevent themselves from being the next verdict of such events. If it's so, then we are none to be called human with our eyes glued upon the pages of newspaper and the TV channels for few days and then felicitating it as if an episode has been over now. We are the one who needs to unite for our security and our survival. We got to hold hands together and raise it high until the culprits to implore for amnesty and for survival.

The Debt of Love and War

I sleep every night with the hope, that the things would be better. Never ever imagined that things would change such adversely. I pulled the pillow and hugged it the tightest I could as it is my sole companion now.
With my eyes wide open I was just wondering how the things changed withing just few days. Things were good, we were good. It was getting better everyday, we were talking, little glance of each other made us smile. I was still bound into my past but rather had a hope that this time it's not going to be same again. Ah, yes things changes and as well the people changes and so am I. With hope of something better this time I heeded further.

Rather somewhere from the inside I wasn't good enough. Yup my health wasn't good. Severe headache most of the time and a lot of other aspects which even I wasn't able to understand. It was getting severe day by day, with the hope of something good this time, there was something that was killing me from inside; my health....Dubai....and then back to India. Yup holiday at my dad's new place in Dubai. It must be interesting..umm..

My love was blind for her and this blindness brought a thick curtain on my eyes with which I was even unable to notice that my bestie or brother and my true love was meant to be together. Yes, it was true that they loved each other, and the irony was that I was never aware about it or say I blind fooled myself in het love. Things went fizzy and I grew weird and was unable to handle this emotions and turmoil in my love life. The can is empty now, I looked straight, the sun about to set. The darkness was slowly surrounding me. I wanted to get another drink from inside my car but I didn't wanted to move my muscle. Those were jaulted. I looked at the sun and the sky, which with every second was getting darker.


My bestie loved her and thus she, but he never told me about it. It wasn't easy for me to bear the pain. I had nights with severe headaches and clouded mind which just had a single question running inside me, "Why didn't he told me before?" I shared every single secret of mine since the childhood but he didn't matched the patch. The warmth of hatred grew in me and sooner it swallowed me up. "I was a murderer, yes I murdered him." That's what I say to myself and curse myself. We had a fight about it, I argued with him for our friendship, I argued for not sharing the thoughts, I argued with him for the deep love that I had for her. I argued with him for everything and which in no matter of time turned into a fist fight and sooner into a violent one. We were standing in the mid of a busy street. He was choking my neck hard with his hands and I pushed him away just Jo hold my breathe and a speeded car came and ran over him. "I am a murderer. I murdered him."

It was dark outside now, the sun was set and the sky was dark. Merely few signs of nearby things were visible to me. I kept looking at the dark world around me. He was dead. After that I kept myself locked in my room for two months. I didn't engulfed any food for more than a week. The girls dad den her to abroad and I stayed here cursing my past and was answerless everytime and for everything. My dad helped me out to drag me out of it. I was depressed. He spent most of the hours with me. He just did everything that he could do to get his son back. I started coming here at the river bank where I always felt the best place to lie here and curse myself for the sin I committed. I WAS LADEN IN THE DEBT OF LOVE AND WAR which I knew that I would never be able to pay back.