A Eulogy to the Lost daughters in the land of justice.

It is ironical how this land was named the “Place of Justice”. But there are still many mothers, fathers, awaiting justice for their daughters who lost their lives in this hermit town. You will find this place on your way to Dakshin Karnataka.

Now, I am being very discrete. I don’t want to be sued by the authorities. I am a broke college student with a big fat mouth.

Well, in the land of justice, disappearances was a common sight. I guess they told their daughters, the story of a hairy grizzly monster who would kidnap and do ungodly things to them. It is the land of Shiva, the god of destruction. Yet, there is no destruction of this werewolve esque monster.

And at the same time, it speaks about how power exists in India. It makes us understand why we as a country are very narcissistic in ideology. We fit into the playbook of what Adler said. We are humans driven by power.

I won’t go in depth, make any accusations, but the people in power here don’t flinch much. They can get away with any form of crime. You are not seeing candle marches, you are not seeing news outlets asking questions, and there is a high chance, we all will forget this case once and for all.

Let’s start with 2012. A young seventeen year old schoolgirl was violated, brutalised in her school uniform. There are a lot of grotesque details about this case. Nevertheless, they found a puppet to put inside the bars. It also speaks about the apathy we have about people with mental issues.

The puppet put inside suffered from phimosis, which meant he genuinely couldn’t perform intercourse. But, he felt like the right fit. If we go back, a former student of a very reputed institute of medicine, was also raped and brutalised. Her mother was a stenographer at the CBI, but if India had an agency as strong as the Mossad, they wouldn’t help her case too.

Let’s talk about the man at the epicentre of it. He is awarded by the government, he is the frontman of this entire institution, he has been on television shows, he is considered as one with a white sheet.

Except, this white sheet is one blotted with blood. There is no need of protecting a monster within your home, feeding it, letting it grow to a point of hundred victims. It is a shame that, in this very state I live in, in the very lord I pray, the very religion I pray, I, a bhakt of Shiva, has to see someone disparage his name, his honour, and harm multiple families, make many mothers weep, killed the innocence of various children and most importantly, build a ghost town with the weeping souls of the many women harmed.

I know this is an unrealistic expectation.

I wish to see a day when the souls trapped in Dharmasthala find peace.