My wish to meet God’s own messenger…!!!

Two months back I came across a video shared to me by one of my acquaintances which moved me deeply, made me think, made me ashamed of being what I am, a man. The video featured a very short lady speaking to a spell-bound audience, talking about her experiences and exploits which was mainly regarding her endeavours on how she has been struggling for over a decade with saving girls from being trafficked. Girls who are about seven to fifteen years in age and have been brutally raped, savagely beaten , their private parts completely torn and yet have managed to cling on to life, by the sole hand of a woman by the name of  Dr. Sunitha Krishnan.


The day I watched that video, I was pretty disturbed, was stunned, moved beyond words and had declared that someday in life I would do something for this person. I was jobless then, weeks passed, and I went about my normal day to day life. A month back I got a job, as a journalist, something which I had always dreamt of. I have been covering varied stories henceforth, and as my interest mainly lies in cricket have been trying to do some good work there. But something much more important than all this was lurking round the corners for me to get connected with. Last week I somehow managed to come across Mrs. Krishnan’s blog post, and since then I have been obsessed with her again. Reading as much of her posts as I can, articles that have been published on her(extremely minuscule in number though), her achievements the number of innocent lives she has managed to save. Her trauma and her determination has fascinated and struck me deeply as a person and as a journalist. For now I don’t want to go into details on what exactly she does, how she functions and other numerical details. The time for that would come pretty soon, I assure that.


For now, I just have this very profound desire to meet her.From  the last few days I have been having  this deep knot in my chest and it wouldn’t get untied unless I get to meet her in person. And not just to shake hands and get a story for myself.  I as a journalist,  pledge today that I would do whatever it takes to bring Dr. Krishnan and her organization , Prajwala,  in to the limelight. Her story needs to be told. Her story needs to be heard, to be seen. Her children need to be helped, by our self-obsessed society, by our hypocritical nation and media. Somehow we always manage to find innumerable points of protests, be it a kissing scene in a movie, or the loss of our cricket team in a match. Yet, organizations such as Prajwala, and women such as Dr. Sunitha Krishnan fail to find a space in the deepest corners of our over-flowing mind.


We are all so obsessed with our religions; we will visit temples, mosques, churches, fight over which God is the best and proudly consider ourselves to be devoted followers of the Almighty. We will proudly offer sweets and donations to God; the more you can fork out the more the Lord will be pleased. The more fasting I do the more the Lord will be pleased. And yet the teenage girl who was raped when she went on a date (so brutally that her vagina had to be stitched), did not have any ‘God’ to support her, just her messenger. A messenger who doesn’t get any ‘donations’ from our society, a messenger who doesn’t ask for a salary to do her work and yet just goes about her ‘task’ that has been assigned to her by God himself .


We, as Indians, as a nation should be ashamed of ourselves. We would rather talk about despicable TV serials, drool over nonsensical stars but not care to even talk about issues such as these. I however, will do what I can. I don’t know how, but somehow I will find a way. I hope I get the chance to meet the great woman soon enough. She has been kind enough to take out time and reply to my mail, on my wish to interview her. I would keep pestering her; keep prodding her until she gives in. I believe it’s not she who needs us; it’s the other way round. It really is the other way round. If I am not able to do anything on this, I would believe I don’t deserve to be a journalist, I would have lost in life.