Oh yes, I wish to write about it too. And its not about salman khan. All he did was highlight the casual usage of the word “rape”. Like a zillion others do everyday. Like its a piece of paper allowed to fall to the ground without any thought. Any thought as to where it will land, on whom, whether it will dirty a clean place or add to the already existing muck. Whether it should have been cast in the wind in the first place.
There are some words, which do not just signify the act. They carry the burden of the doer, the act and the victim. They encompass the gamut of emotions attached. “Rape” is one such word.
I belive, if everytime, we feel an urge to use this word, if we could in that one second, imagine the very horror associated with it, we would not have the guts to use it.
Every single day, in public places, we are being touched inappropriately by sadistic hands. That one single act of violation leaves us with a feeling so sick in the very pit of our stomach. I have burst out into tears of murderous rage on numerous occasions, just because a stranger with a sick mind touched me while passing me by.
Imagine then, the very act of being sexually forced upon, while every inch of you screams out in crazed protest. The feeling of violation, humiliation, mind numbing pain, blind rage that a person has to live and relive in real and his/her head for the rest of their lives. The horrific trauma which suspends the very thought process, which claws out the soul.
Oh if only the word “rape” could be forbidden. Forbidden to use casually, as a part of a conversation, or as a figure of speech, or likened or compared to. If one’s tongue got frozen to the roof of the mouth everytime we dare enounce it. Learning a lesson hopefully after a couple of frozen moments. The very terror linked should constrict the heart. Where bringing the word to the lips be an excrutiatingly painful process. An echo of the actual.
How arrogantly we use words. As if we own them. As if we could change their core by our tone. As if we could play around with them like a piece of wet wood. And this then seeps into our thought process. Or is it the other way around. Does the casual usage make the very act less intense or is it pure insensitivity that allows us to flutter the word around.
Its time we proved ourselves human. Its time we become conscious of words as the most influential and impactful form of communication. Its time we accorded them the reverence they deserve. Its time we forbid “rape” even in verbal form.
Let not our words be unthinking
Let us feel the very essence in a blinking
Once they have floated off into the air
Cast away without a care
On a soul they may land
Whose world might come crashing down to become one with the sand