Why the increase in Juvenile Delinquency?

I am sure that each one of you is equally perplexed as I am reading and listening about the multiple incidents of juvenile delinquency including the 2012 Nirbhaya rape case and the very recent Ryan School murder case.

I understand that one minor is held for rape every four hours on an average in India. There were 6,039 arrests between January 1, 2014 and December 31, 2016 (that’s one arrest every 4.3 hours). One minor is apprehended every two hours for assault on women with intent to outrage their modesty. 23,25,575 cases were registered against juveniles under IPC crimes in 2011. The number steadily rose to 29,49,400 in 2015.

These statistics are from National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB)‘s annual data compilation for 2015 and 2016.

One in every two children is a victim of sexual abuse and yet we don’t want sex education to be a part of the education system.

Another headline that shocked me on Children’s Day is Offences against children increased fourfold in last two years.

“A total of 89,423 crimes against children were reported in 2014. The number went up to 94,172 in 2015 and 1,05,785 the next year, according to a report by India Today.

Between 2014 and 2016, the number of crimes recorded under the Protection of Children from Sexual Offences Act (POCSO) went up from 8,904 to 35,980 – a fourfold jump, the report says.”

Last year, two juveniles shot dead an Uber driver and dumped his body. This morning I read about an 18-month-old raped by a 21-year-old.

Sociologists and Psychologists across the nation have been pointing out that this issue is not just a sociological one but a psychological one too. Some of the most common causes associated with juvenile crimes are: Poverty; Drug Abuse; Anti-social Peer Group; Easy availability of firearms; Abusive parents; Single-parent child; Nuclear Family; Family Violence; Child sexual abuse and Role of Media.

During the Nirbhaya trial the juvenile who was said to have been the most brutal of the lot had months left to be 18-years-old, yet he was tried as a juvenile and I understand that he is now reformed, rehabilitated and is walking free. While I have no mercy for this man and the many others like him, I do really want to look at why these children are behaving the way they are and if there are ways we can correct them.

Deteriorating of emotional connect due to lack of time – However much we deny children are deprived of their childhood and their time with their family members in this fast-paced world. There is usually no time left for social gatherings or family outings which help strengthen the one-to-one bond between family members. We ought to manage our time to include daily family time wherein everyone has the freedom and excitement to share their achievements, insecurities, fears and problems. The best possible way is to have breakfast or dinner together. If not, an evening snack.

Easy access to media and gadgets – I wish people in India took the PG (Parental Guidance) ratings seriously and control what the child has access to. The next big culprit being the easy access to internet and unmonitored Apps and videos. Children are sensible enough to understand that there are certain things that one can have access to depending on the age. If dealt with maturity this can be instilled in the child conveniently and without having to lie about anything. The more you lie or hide from them, the more anxious and curious they are. Remember, forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

Cinema and Television – All that a media house or television company now cares for is TRP. The concept of Prime Time has gone for a toss. As young children (mostly latch-key kids) browse through the hundreds of channels that are now available, all they witness is the glamorization and of sex and glorification of violence. While I do not justify the extreme censorship of movies by the censor board, I do urge parents to set controls on what your child watches in your absence. Getting children interested in reading or engaged in a creative activity of their choice will be a much better option.

Neighborhood Watch – I am an old school girl. We (my younger sister and myself) were raised single-handedly by our mother who was a school teacher. We were left alone at home all by ourselves on many days since the tender age of five. But, there were neighbours who would keep checking on us every now and then. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if I say that I am more comfortable and close with many of my neighbourhood aunts and uncles than many of my family members. This is something that is lacking these days. Most families are nuclear and live in flat accommodations where nobody is interested in anybody else’s life. There needs to be a sense of community, a sense of familiarity and emotional connect between people. This is what children these days lack. We hear so many cases of death or depression due to loneliness. These are easily preventable if proper community recreation and gatherings are organised from time to time.

Lack of Physical Touch or Care – You read that right. Often times we tend to ignore the power of touch or of speech. A loving hug, a goodnight kiss or an encouraging compliment can do wonders to your child’s emotional requirements. It instills a sense of security in them and makes them feel loved and cared for. A sense of moral and social values should be instilled in them since the very beginning. Most importantly, we must lead by example as parents and elders.

Undoubtedly, every delinquent child is a victim of his/her circumstance. No one is a born criminal. Circumstances make him/her so. Socio-cultural environment, both inside and outside of home, plays significant role in shaping one’s life and overall personality. So it is our duty, as parents, teachers, relatives, guardians, friends, to guide these vulnerable children onto the right path. It is important to remove the bad from the individual and not the individual. Children should be allowed and provided opportunity to grow up in a healthy socio-cultural environment so that they could become responsible citizens, physically fit, mentally alert and morally healthy.

I would love to know if there’s anything to add to the above list to help/correct our children well in time. I am sure we do not want to see another child accused of raping, murdering or abusing anyone. Do we?

‘Any good news?’ #InfertilityNotATaboo

Image courtesy of Areeya at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Image courtesy of Areeya at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

“Any good news?”

How insensitively and unempathetically almost all of us subject a newly wed woman to this question without even trying to imagine the emotional turmoil she may or may not have been going through.

A love marriage among two individuals from different sections of the society and different regions of the country is itself a grave sin enough to target them to life-long accusations and abuses.

I was already being cursed day and night and to add to it I myself got into this situation. A colleague at work gave up his first son, a boy, for adoption to his childless elder brother and sister-in-law. Later his wife could not conceive at all and fell into depression. I happened to discuss this with ‘my people’ at my ‘new home’.

“Won’t you give your child to your brother-in-law if he doesn’t happen to have one of himself?”, she asked.

“No, Maa. I’ll not. Instead I’ll help them adopt a child.”, I responded.

Then it was a shower of abuses like ‘may you not become a mother at all‘ and ‘may you deliver a still-born baby’. 

This was just the beginning (in the very first month) of our marriage. Months later, when this mental torture went on beyond control, the husband finally decided to move out. But by then my 22-year old self was already affected enough, mentally and physically.

A year later I was experiencing terrible cramps in my lower abdomen and the doctors from a nearby clinic treated me again and again for stomach infection till about three months later when the pain was absolutely unbearable and I couldn’t afford to move an inch without help.

Any good news?”, asked every other colleague. I know it wasn’t to hurt me or depress me because none of them were aware of what emotional trauma I was going through on the personal front. And knowing them I am sure they did not even intend to hurt me ever.

We visited various doctors, various pathological labs, ultrasound centers and the likes. This was when my interest in medical field especially cancer related terms came to my rescue (I still believe that it was good that I was the one who was the first in my family to know what I was suffering from. ‘Growing mass of endometrium’, ‘carcinoid’, ‘carcinoma’, CgA, CA 125 and High risk HPV, DNC and FNAB (Fine-needle aspiration biopsy). These were terms I had learned through the Medical Reference Library 4 Book Box Set By Time that I procured for my Medical Entrance Examinations preparation. One look at the reports and I knew it.

Hospital visits, second and third opinions were sought. The worst was my visit to the Lady Hardinge Hospital. The way the nurses and doctors there treat you or talk to you itself is uncalled for. Or may be I wasn’t used to such filthy street language. ‘Tera marad paas aata hai to dukhta hai kya?‘ To add to it was the lack of privacy. You’re undergoing a TVS (trans-vaginal sonography) and there are 30-40 females (nurses and patients) and some male attendants peeping in from all possible corners. I was at a loss of words. This is where I came to know that I have also had one or two chemical pregnancies (early miscarriages/abortions). I was not afraid of getting operated but I could not accept that atmosphere. It pains to know that this is all that most percentage of India’s population can afford. I spoke to my husband and all I said was I don’t want to get admitted here even if I end up dying.

Then Dr. Kamal Buckshee came to my rescue at Apollo Hospital, New Delhi. Trust me, I used to hate doctors by the time I reached her. She told me everything was alright and under control and I remember having shouted back at her with a ‘Can you stop telling me lies?’

Within four days, I was laporatomically (not laparoscopy) operated for the removal of a 2.7 kgs chocolate cyst (endometrial cancer) and non-malignant ovarian cysts. The left ovary underwent ovarioplasty and the left fallopian tube was partially opened using hysterosalpingogram. This is a procedure in which radiographic dyes are injected into the tubes and as they push through, they open the blocked tube. My right fallopian tube was (is) totally blocked and could not be opened at all.

This was a time when I was highly depressed and my gynaecologist put me on anti-depressants along with hormonal  steroids for about two years. From 49 kilograms at the time of my marriage, I reached 73 kilograms. All thanks to these drugs. People chose to comment on my increasing weight and my protruding belly. ‘Koi khush khabari hai?’, ‘humein sab pata hai’….I did not react.

Back home, more than worrying about my medical condition people were worried that my husband might have had to spend all that amount on my surgery and the hospital stay. ‘Mere bete ka khaa gayi’ was the response I received the day after I joined office after two months. Luckily I was working and had a medical insurance which took care of the surgery and the post surgery expenses for two months. And my parents along with my husband stood like strong pillars of support for me. I did not bother to disclose any of this to her because I had enough of it all and had no more patience or energy to go through another round of abuses and accusations. I’ll always be grateful for my man and my parents.

Now that the operation was over it was back to ‘Any good news?’

Banjar zameen ho tum. Ek dum bekaar!‘ (Barren land you are. Totally useless!), she screamed at me at my office number. A Product Manager’s desk. Which made me imagine the condition of those suffering females who are not independent and are not educated. That was the last call I had picked of hers before becoming a mother.

I was one of the few lucky ones who reacted positively to treatment after two years and conceived naturally. But all through my journey from bed number 3309 to 3305 to 3304 of the gynecological ward of Apollo Hospital I have witnessed the pain and agony that most females fighting infertility go through. More than the pain what hurts is the insult and the disrespectful behaviour. A furniture at home is treated much more gracefully than a live human being suffering infertility.

Is it our fault if a certain organ of our body misbehaves or a certain system in our body decides to work against the natural cycle?

Will they treat their sons in the same manner if they were the ones suffering from such an ailment?

Will they treat their own daughters like this if they suffered in the same manner?

Those words. Those accusations. They still ring in my ears from time to time and make me wake up in the middle of the night.

I also take this opportunity to clear some myths about Endometriosis.

Endometrial cancer is a cancer that arises from the endometrium (the lining of the uterus or womb). It is the result of the abnormal growth of cells that have the ability to invade or spread to other parts of the body. The first sign is most often vaginal bleeding not associated with a menstrual period. Other symptoms include pain with urination or sexual intercourse, or pelvic pain. Endometrial cancer occurs most commonly after menopause.

(Information Source: Wikipedia)

The simple description is that endometriosis is a condition in which the glandular tissue that normally lines the uterine cavity appears in other places, such as the lining of the pelvis, fallopian tubes, ovaries, or bowel. Rarely the uterine glands can end up in really weird places, like the lung, bladder or kidney.

(Information Source: Everyday Health)

Myths about Endometriosis

  • Endometriosis is not restricted to obesity and lethargy. I was lean, thin and absolutely active.
  • It occurs because of drug misuse like birth control pills. I had never used any medicines other than paracetamol, dispirin/saridon and a few anitobiotics that they prescribed for stomach infection in my life before getting detected with this disease.
  • It occurs in people with high blood pressure and high diabetes. I did not have any of these conditions before my pregnancy.
  • Endometriosis occurs in females wearing tight clothes. I have never worn tight-fitting clothes ever in my life.
  • Women with endometriosis are usually infertile. I am a living example to prove this wrong.
  • And no, reading about endometriosis or any other diseases does not make you suffer from them. My mother believes I suffered it because of reading too much about cancer.

DISCLAIMERI am not a certified medical practitioner and hence I would still request all of you to seek medical help and not take any of this content as basis for diagnosis.

I am now a mother of two little daughters. Absolutely blessed! But if you ask me if I ever wanted children, all I can say is I have no idea. No one gave me the time or chance to even decide whether I wanted to be a mother or not. I truly cannot imagine my life without the girls but I would still say we don’t owe our existence to having children. If I were childless I would have gone for adoption and I know my man would have supported me in that too irrespective of whether anyone else in the family did or not. Or may be we would have chosen to remain childless. But the accusations, abuses and threatening had all affected us negatively. Yes. Us. Watching your wife suffer does spoil the husband’s health. I have seen it all.

There are many in our country who are childless. Many who are ready to adopt but don’t have their families support. Many who are still suffering silently. #Infertility is a disease like any other but people have made it sound like a sin. Nobody openly talks about it. There are options available for infertility treatment. But there are also people minting money targeting this disease and the patients. If we talk about it openly and share our experiences others might find a ray of hope or might be able to get the right medical treatment. Even if the treatment doesn’t work they’ll at least not feel alone.

So the next time you feel like asking someone ‘Any good news?‘, please control your self and instead wish them a good day and good health.

And by the way, if you thought that my problems got solved because I was now a mother, let me tell you that you were wrong. You missed noticing that I had delivered two girls….not the waaris or the kul ka deepak.

It wasn’t easy for me to write this post. Nevertheless, for a cause I managed it.

Suggested Reading:

Myths and misconceptions in endometriosis

Top 10 B.S. Myths About Endometriosis

15 Myths about Endometriosis

Living with Endometriosis

All You Need to Know About Menopause


This blog is to #SpreadAwareness about Infertility through Infertility Dost, India’s first website that facilitates couples to brave infertility with support and knowledge. You can find other links  on Write Tribe.

Why is #Marriage Important to #Society?

I read Jaibala Rao’s post, I need to remarry for myself, not for my son yesterday. And ever since then Stella’s story has been haunting me. 


Image courtesy of phaendin at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Image courtesy of phaendin at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

This isn’t the first day that I am witnessing Stella breaking down in front of Mom. Stella is only a couple of years elder to me and I know Mom is very fond of her and hence worried for her.

21st June. Today is their fourteenth wedding anniversary. Stella was at home waiting for the kids who were coming down from their boarding school after almost seven months. She rang up James at least about fifteen times but he didn’t pick. Finally when she called up her in-laws she was informed that James and the girls were there. She called up James once again. He picked.

They will spend their summer vacations here with ‘their family’. You don’t bother about dropping down. I’ll make you meet them before they go back to the boarding.

Anna and Sophia are just ten and eleven. They don’t have a voice. They haven’t been able to stay with their mother ever since James admitted them to the boarding school in Dehradun. They only get to meet her for a lunch or dinner on the last day of their vacations.

No. Stella and James aren’t divorced. But James stays with his other family. And he stays with the girls at his parents’ place when they drop down for vacations.

What is Stella’s fault? Stella is dark-complexioned.

Were James and his family unaware of this before they got married? No. They were well aware. But he married Stella who is from a rich family only for the dowry. Stella is an only child. He parents are old and ailing. She is a government servant. Mom and Stella travel by the same school bus. For some reason, Stella finds comfort in Mom’s words.

I have seen Mom crying for her. I have seen Mom praying for her. I have seen Stella crying like babies in front of her. They haven’t been living like husband and wife for the last nine years. James got this new job and managed to woo his MD’s daughter. He now has a son with her.

Is Stella ready for a divorce? Yes. She is. Is James ready for a divorce? Yes.

Then what’s holding them? The church and the society that wants them to compromise and stay together for the sake of their children. After two attempts at getting a go ahead for the divorce, James sent the girls to the boarding school and isolated Stella. His family is party to him and leave no occasion to ridicule and harass Stella.

Why isn’t Stella going to the court? Because she’s worried for her ailing parents. Any move from her side and the church will ostracize her family.

James is well aware of her weakness and hence he threatens her with this trump card. Stella tried to meet the girls at the boarding but James had given them strict warning and Stella is not strong enough to seek legal help.


This is not a fictional tale. This is a real life story of a close family friend. Names have been changed.

Who is this society? Where are they when Stella is crying her heart out? Where are they when she is mentally and physically harassed? Where are they when Stella is being tortured for no fault of hers?

This so-called society is happy that Stella and James are married. According to them, the marriage is safe and the children are taken care of. Everybody knows that the children have been sent far away. They know that Stella lives all alone. They know that James has a separate family and lives with them. They know that Stella is being judged for no fault of hers. People talk around her, in front of her and behind her back about her failed marriage. The kind of mental assault she has been subjected to in these last so many years is something that the society does not care about. They don’t care about the trauma of the children who have been taken away from their mother. And nobody does anything. Because ‘marriage’ is a sacred institution and they are the ones in charge of keeping this institution safe.

Our society is such a hypocrite that it blames the woman irrespective of whether it is her fault or not. They are fine with men having affairs and even children outside of their marriage. But if the woman dares to walk out alone in daylight, they will ensure that she’s given the kind of stares and looks that make her stop, turn and get back into her shell forever. They don’t care about how hurt she is. They don’t care about how her self-respect and confidence have been trampled underfoot.

Stella is well-educated, financially independent and young. I wish her parents tell her to get rid of this society and its people. I wish they tell her to walk out of this dead, decayed and decomposed marriage. I wish they took notice of her mental trauma and not about what the society may think about her. I wish Stella was strong enough to seek the legal and judicial help that she is aware that she can avail.

Why are we so prejudiced against out females? Why don’t we give equal weight-age to both the partners in a marriage? Why are we so obsessed with the idea of marriage that we are quick to judge even with all facts and figures available to us? A question that haunts me every time I meet her.

She used to drop in at Mom’s for some solace but lately she has stopped even that. The phone calls are minimal. May be she has accepted it as her fate. May be she has consoled herself that there’s no way to escape.

But what if tomorrow morning she decides to quit? Who’ll be responsible? James? No. I don’t blame James as much as I blame the society that wants them to compromise and stay in this dead marriage. I blame the society for not letting them close this and move on in their respective lives.

I am a married woman. I married against everyone’s wishes. I did not see any society trying to help us or our parents when we were sailing through rough tides. I believe in the traditional idea of this sacred institution. I understand the need to have this kind of arrangement. But all I don’t understand is why we cannot let the people within the marriage decide their fate. I do not understand what do we earn by keeping such dead marriages alive. Why can’t we let an individual chart out his/her journey? Why can’t we let an adult male or female choose the way they want to lead their lives? Why can’t we stop blaming only the woman even when we know that it is the man who has walked outside of the marriage?

What do you think? Why are we so discriminating? Why are we so judgmental?