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What is wrong in Prostitution?

Who doesn’t desire to be rich. But would you prefer it at the cost of your dignity?

This thought is often discussed when a female does something immoral that is refuted by the society. My post is referring to a recent high profile prostitution racket busted in the southern India. This racket involved many established and aspiring film actresses and models and businessmen. The scandal has become the talk of the town not because prostitution is illegal in India or it was appalling for a close minded Indian society to read something like that. In fact, it is not the first time that a scandal of that sort has been exposed. The limelight of the scandal became a National Award Winner actress who showcased her talent on screen brilliantly at a very tender age. The actress, who is still young has admitted that she did it for money since nobody would hire her in the movies, she rather chose a dark alley to reach to her destination.

A lot of people have a different perspective on the whole situation. Most people said that it is sad to see the destiny of a National Award Winner but she could have done something else, why skin business! Sure, this was not the last option on the earth. Agreed.

While others and that includes mostly females, opined that while reading this story, it is repelling how the media is extending only the character of the actress in the malicious gossip and nothing on the high profile businessman found with her. I am sure she wasn’t making out alone! Nor she was forcing herself on him. This one sided limelight is not justified.

I agree with the second opinion, but more than that I want to know what is wrong with prostitution. If a female who tried every righteous act to earn money, but has failed to do so, uses her body to earn money, what is so catastrophically wrong with it? It’s her body anyway. Yes, it may not be morally right for some people, but to hell with them. I would agree with such upright people if they had supported her with monetary help. I am sure no female goes into such repelling business willingly, unless she has an insatiable sexual appetite, but when she is caught, it is only her who is called names. Have you heard people talking about why did the man do such thing. As if they were born with this right of ‘could not be questioned’. If a female chooses her body to be used in an unpleasant fashion, no matter how wrong it is, we must understand it is still her decision. The least you can do is to understand what got her into this and pull her out of this quagmire, rather than pushing her further.

Prostitution is a very sensitive topic. You may have totally contradictory views from me, but come to think of it who are we to decide what is right and wrong. Since, we have not dealt with those desperate times, we will not get what makes wrong things look right. It is not the time to judge when people will always be judged wrongly.

And I wished to die…

rape case

I came to this world only five years ago, was still trying to absorb its beauty and goodness. Like a pampered angel I walked, holding hands of Daddy. Everything seemed halcyon and glee. Ignorant of dreadful elements in the society, I played nonchalantly. And then came two human-looking figures, seeing chocolate in their hands, I was overjoyed. Not that I knew, I was beguiled. They pulled me to a place that was dark and silent. One by one they laid over me, something which I did not like. I threw my legs and scratched their faces with my nails. But they smothered me with their big hands. Tears rolled down my eyes. I wanted my mummy and daddy, but there was nobody to hear me. Both wretched monsters still continued their execrable and sickening ‘thing’ with me. I did not know what they were doing. I loathed as they touched my body and private parts tossing me around like a plastic doll and biting me infinite times, the pain was excruciating. And then both of them stood up I thought it’s over and I can go home but no it was not. They were not done playing with me yet. A broken glass was inserted in me through my private parts like I had no life. I can not even describe the pain I went through, any word in the dictionary would fail to measure my agony. It made my heart to groan but I could not as they stuffed my mouth. I could not think of anything worse than this but then a plastic bottle entered inside me, for once I thought was I born to witness this? Is this usual thing that happens here? And those human-looking monsters disappeared leaving me in a pool of blood. I wanted to shout but my voice could not come out. I whimpered incessantly. As the night passed the place grew darker and darker. I cried all night not  because I was hungry or in pain, but for taking birth as a girl. Now I know what it is being a girl. With the dawn of another day my sobbing was at last heard. I screamed seeing my mummy. Now I detested any touch by male, even that of my daddy!. I was taken to the hospital and as the world knows, I made it. But what life I have now with that trauma deeply engraved in my heart and mind? I have only one question – why did I live as I wished nothing but, die.

“Now piercèd is her virgin zone;
She feels the foe within it.
She hears a broken amorous groan,
The panting lover’s fainting moan,
Just in the happy minute.”

 -John Wilmot

My Thoughts:  This post is dedicated to the recent 5 year old rape victim in New Delhi. I chose to write on that gruesome act happened with that girl through her melancholic heart and not any long social correction message. I have nothing more to say on it.