What’s their words’ worth?

Now this is what I call a verbal diarrhea. The world of news is replete with instance of madcaps pronouncing loud and clear, how inane they are. If words could kill, by now the Delhi rape victim must have died a thousand times over. It doesn't take much to scar one’s sense of dignity, and words do the job like no lethal weapon ever could.

Even as some mindless morons go about suggesting ludicrous ways as to how the victim could have escaped her fate, I wonder why, why at all are we even giving them any publicity? Why are we letting them hog headlines, become page one leads? Why are we allowing them occupy our thoughts, even if in the most detestable manner?

In fact, the sheer profanity of their thoughts leads me to think if it’s all a publicity gimmick. After all, at a time when the nation is on the boil on an issue that has jolted a collective conscience, such rhetorical disasters cannot be dismissed as naive opinions. And when they come from people who are pied pipers in their own right and bask in their exalted space, there has to be a purpose, probably a ploy at play. And if this is their way of hitting the headlines, someone’s got to draw the line for them.  For characters like these, bad publicity is good enough. Isn't it obvious that these men are riding on someone’s pain to garner quick fame, even if it means getting infamously famous? What befuddles me further is the brazen manner in which they squarely put the blame on the media, each one of them, every single time, for supposedly misinterpreting their wise words.

One speaks of Lakshman rekha, another of marriage as a contract and yet another of how to evoke brotherly love in a man when threatened with rape. Even as I shudder at the thought of more such priceless pearls of wisdom tumbling out of blockheads worth a place in a museum, I increasingly seem to understand why they say silence is golden.