Permission to buy a Licensed Gun


To
The Prime Minister of India
7, Lok Kalyan Marg
New Delhi, India.

Date: 13.04.2018
Respected Sir,

Subject: Application request to buy a licensed gun

First and foremost, warm greetings to you. I hope this letter finds you in the best of health and spirit. Let me begin by saying that I am a fan, right from the start when you had taken over as the Chief Minister of Gujarat. I am a commoner, just like you, born, educated and brought up in a corner of this country we both belong to. Needless to say, with your leadership qualities and charisma, you have been nothing short of an inspiration for many dreamers and commoners like me. But there is something I am, that you are not. I am a woman. That should not strike as something extraordinary, especially since nearly 50% of the population of India presently comprise of my gender. I am smart, educated and love to address a crowd from a dais, much like you do. However, in the fate of the recent events, including and especially being that of the heinous crime committed on a little sister of mine, Asifa, I am not sure if I have the confidence to walk up on stage and deliver a speech worth clapping to, without being armed to protect myself. I feel the utmost need to protect myself, as all my brothers in this country have failed us, and hence, I draft this letter, with a sincere request to allow a commoner like me, to buy a licensed gun.

Sir, I had the most unfortunate time reading the charge sheet filed against the criminals of Asifa, wherein the entire incident of whole 8 days of her torture had been narrated. I read and re-read the contents, swiping back and forth the article and the innocent photograph of Asifa, being circulated in the internet. It is such a sweet photograph, perhaps of a time when she was just there in the kitchen at her home and her father had asked her to pose, to click a random photograph in his mobile camera. I wonder now, that the posters are out, what her parents might be thinking while looking at the photograph. Are they reminded of the time when she was there in the house, roaming around here and there, playing with her toys or taking out her books to read? Or are they reminded of the torture which their daughter had gone through, after all the love and affection they had showered on her for 8 long years. I imagined myself through each and everything that she went through, feeling suffocated by simply thinking, that those criminals are eating, sleeping and breathing the same air as me. But this is digression from the topic I wanted to write to you about. My request Sir, is to allow me to buy a licensed gun. I request you to let all girls in this country, from their birth, to possess a gun with them.

I do not ask you to punish those men who did this to Asifa. You have perhaps heard many a request along the same lines, with the country bursting in outrage. It might even be too much to ask, considering that the criminals of the shocking case of Nirbhaya, are still comfortably living in this country of ours. I had assumed that we learnt a lesson from that, but we did not move even an ounce towards progress, peace and tolerance. A friend of mine recently commented that India is far more tolerant than its neighbors like Pakistan and Bangladesh. He is no doubt, correct on this aspect. But I never considered Bangladesh and Pakistan to be our competition or benchmark. Sadly, that is where our definition of development vests. My request to you, in this tolerant country of ours, is to help us become our own protectors. Help me, travel the roads, knowing that I can be brave and tackle those who attempt to hurt me for no reason whatsoever. I need this assurance from you, our leader, our protector, to lead a satisfactory life in this country of mine.

Looking forward to a positive response from you.   

Yours truly,

Koumudi.





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