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NTSM - Assasination after Death

 The first I saw the news was in Twitter. The Brutal murder of Swathi, a 25 yr old IT Professional. Every medium spoke in volumes about the incident. Safety of Women was discussed by people of various professionals. Every small town parents were haunted by nightmares. Parents thought hundred times before sending their daughters outside. The worse part was the murderer is yet to found or identified. Where is humanity when we actually need it? People watched, felt sorry, ridiculed, yet no one came forward to help nor even catch the murderer. The horrifying part is the reasons debated to be said cause of the incident

With the mystery of the incident, still floating around. People and Media are coming up with their own versions of the story. It has become the general perception of bringing in the love element if anything happens between a woman and man. Where does this ideas come from? Is this how the society sees things or is forced to see things. We totally involve big crimes like corruption, non safety, violence and settle for small mean things which actually hurt people and emotions in a mean way. Why dissect a women's character instead of looking at the bigger picture? Why do we expect women to fit into a cultural mode, while the equal partner in crime is granted the benefit of doubt?. My biggest fear is the imprints and messages we are leaving for the youth of today and tomorrow. 

Why assassinate her name and character while we failed to save her? The least we can do is bring her perpetrator to justice and set the right example to our future generations.

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