i just read the details of the bilkis bano rape case in the paper. don't ask me why but the details just eluded me earlier. Maybe i didn't pay attention, maybe I didn't have a daughter and therefore it didn't sound as gruseome as it does now. Imagine being pregnant, raped by your neighbour, as someone else shoves his foot in our mouth so you can't scream. Imagine seeing the same people toss your three-year-old in the air so her head will smash on imapct. Imagine being alive after all this to fight for justice. First reality eluded me, now it's my imagination I want to elude.
And, oh yeah, Happy Republic Day
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To digress, debate has always raged around whether Lady Macbeth had any children when she, to quote Shakespeare, is supposed to have claimed knowledge of "...how tender tis to love the babe..." before issuing her horrific "dash its brains" threat.
To the point, they say REM sleep is the most vivid in terms of imagination, but in the age of TV telecasts, it should not take much to wonder what Maryada Purushottam Ram would have made of all that is perpetrated in his name/image (and if there's no way to keep this from being deployed as a tool to manipulate minds lacking clarity on mundane matter)
PS. The Lady Macbeth example probably illustrates an empathy failure on the Bard's part (no mother could have said such a thing).
Some academics argue that "There's something rotten in the state of Denmark" should also be reassessed for an even more profound, if less ghastly, empathy failure
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