Carte Blanche

carte blanche. /kɑːt ˈblɑːnʃ/
noun
complete freedom to act as one wishes.

Blinded by the sell outs that form our Society, the idea of existence of such simple word is imperceptible.
Today I write, while humming to the tune of ‘Humanity’ by Scorpions, about the simple ideology of living free. People are gashed by the idea of freedom. Everybody wants it, everybody needs it, but do they really get it? Our society has a very subtle way of curbing your freedom while enslaving your mind, body & soul to so called realms of society, ‘Social threeholding’.
The minds of people are so trapped consistently in these three sphere of social life; Political, Economical & Cultural that the very idea of roaming free and wild seems bizarre. I don’t need to type it out how people are crazy for Money, Honey, Fame & Attention and functioning with one of these missing is then the ultimate cause of dissatisfaction and uncontented sadness. And of course, with everything in hand raises a whole generation of good for nothing chuts.
But this is not all. With the major part of society hopelessly enslaved, there also exists a bunch of free spirits running wild, dancing the dance of dead. These are the people that are constantly dissed, judged and put down by the ‘normal people’.
Society loves its people and has a hard time letting go and hence, would do everything to keep you illusioned. And driving away from this society eats away your will and desire to be free.
With your will power down the drain you are hopelessly chained to these imbalanced realms of society, where you either settle for life worth of making money and fame or are constantly in search of salvation.

“None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Don’t tell me her name; I don’t need to know it, to cry for her.”

Nilanjana poured out her grief into words that did nothing but touched the heart to the deepest. I never saw this side of the incident, I never knew what it felt like when all of this happened. This article just made me realize about my reluctance to the real issue. In the midst of Shashi Tharoor suggesting to name the law after victim’s name and debating about Honey Singh’s obscene lyrics, we (Or at least me) forgot what actually outraged the fire. I am no judge to say whether incident has already been politicized or what, but all I can say is don’t let this fire, that has been ignited, cool down as it always has been. Certainly, most of us have already forgot about so many major incidents that took place in 2012. Ministers watching obscene clips, CWG scams, Death of Ajmal Kasab are some.

And these lines are gold:
“I don’t need to know her name now, especially if her family doesn’t want to share their lives and their grief with us. I think of all the other anonymous women whose stories don’t make it to the front pages, when I think of this woman; I think of the courage that is forced on them, the way their lives are warped in a different direction from the one they had meant to take. Don’t tell me her name; I don’t need to know it, to cry for her.”

nilanjana s roy

That girl, the one without the name. The one just like us. The one whose battered body stood for all the anonymous women in this country whose rapes and deaths are a footnote in the left-hand column of the newspaper.

Sometimes, when we talk about the history of women in India, we speak in shorthand. The Mathura rape case. The Vishaka guidelines. The Bhanwari Devi case, the Suryanelli affair, the Soni Sori allegations, the business at Kunan Pushpora. Each of these, the names of women and places, mapping a geography of pain; unspeakable damage inflicted on women’s bodies, on the map of India, where you can, if you want, create a constantly updating map of violence against women.

For some, amnesia becomes a way of self-defence: there is only so much darkness you can swallow. They turn away from all the places that have become shorthand for violence beyond measure…

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