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The Great Indian Gangrape

This post may not really suit your taste. This is going to be unsettling if not outright disgusting. I am going to write this in morbid detail.

What happened in Delhi?
A couple was returning home in the evening. Like so many of us do. They waited and waited for a taxi or an auto rickshaw. Just like us. The autos didn't stop to pick them up. A bus came, they got in. Just as we would probably have done. Inside were about 5 guys sitting. A couple of them passed some lewd remarks - pretty common in a public bus and especially so in Delhi. The guy turned hero, like so many of us do or at least try to do. He asked them to behave themselves.

From here the ordinary-ness of the incident changed. Dramatically and tragically.

The guy was hit in the head with a metal bar, variously described in the media as a rusty iron handle to steel rod. Whatever it was, it was strong, lethal and in very wrong hands. He fell unconscious. The infamous five then turned on the girl. The driver was carrying on with his sadistic joyride. The five including a minor about class-12 passout started undressing the girl. Stripping the girl completely they started beating her up - like you beat a fish you catch to calm it down. But she was not a fish. She fought back, bit a couple of men in their arms. The men quickly pronounced the sentence on her for that abominable crime - "Raped till death". So they began. One after the other - like in an orgy of sex and violence, this girl was raped repeatedly by all the men, again and again. The youngest one had to prove his masculinity. So he had a great idea. He put his hand with or without the rod (I don't know) and put it deep inside the anus of the girl. And then like playing a simple cute game, he brought it out with tremendous force. He was glad he could bring out the intestines of the girl. He probably had a great laugh seeing those intestines. They got infected - naturally. Anyway after sometime, when they had all unloaded everything on the now unconscious and severely bleeding girl they realized they had had enough. They threw the bodies of the girl and the boy on the road and the driver was smart enough to try to run them over. Too bad, the impact of falling down shook the guy into consciousness. He was able to save his friend from being run over in the nick of time. The gamers in the bus probably said something like - "Oh shit missed 'em".

After this one might assume that since both are alive, they would live to tell the tale. But alas. They could well have been in Siachen. Plenty of people passed by them and did not like the scene of a naked boy and a severely injured girl. They sped by, some may have even took out the phones to click a few pictures. A first post on Facebook can be cool, right? Or may be they thought that the guy was some vampire, or Satan, or in the middle of a p0rn shoot on the streets of Delhi. Most likely they were spineless cowards who prefer to post and shout on Facebook to doing something more substantial.

The thrilling drama does not end here. Someone bothered to call the police. Then came the great police. True, it is impossible to prevent every crime in a city. But what they did could have been in a comedy film easily. They started discussing, nay quarreling about whose jurisdiction it was and who should take charge of the injured girl. They were still naked by the way. Some policeman probably had his dinner and felt like vomiting when seeing the girl's intestines outside her. He was perhaps the first to give a blanket to cover her up.

They were taken to a hospital. Not the nearest hospital though. That would have made things simpler. They were taken to a different hospital. There they were given first aid and better treatment. The rest we know is history.

This post I have written may indeed shake you strongly. May be even offend you. That is precisely my intention. But the issue is not a single girl, not even a gangrape. Gangrapes are more common in India than female infanticide, which itself is still huge.

Stay tuned. I will continue. Promise.

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