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Acid Attack INMA 2020
Acid Attack INMA 2020
In a culture of
individuality
and identity,
an acid attack
attempts to
destroy
precisely
these.
a life scarred
In a culture of choice,
all choices are
removed.
The attacker, in a few
seconds, agonizes the
victim for a lifetime.
easy
acid
In a culture of
consumption,
these
weapons are
the easiest to
get.
From the
streets of
London and
getting worse by the day
Paris to the
sprawling
towns of
India, acid
attacks
happen.
who cares ?
Six years on, despite the law,
even a child can buy a litre of
acid easily for less than INR 20.
It continues to be used to clean
bathrooms, tiles and jewellery.
The newspaper’s pages were abuzz asking the city to stand in solidarity and push the
administration to ban the sale of acid. We uncovered the truth behind the murky
trade. The campaign aimed to champion what makes Dainik Jagran the powerful
force it is when it comes to standing up for citizen rights.
We asked the head of administration to act:
We published a letter in the newspaper addressed to the District Collector. An
unprecedented 9000 letters demanding action were given to District Collector
Thanking you
A Daughter of the City
We handed over 9000 letters from the community to the District Magistrate
And the administration was compelled to act
Compelled by community pressure, the administration conducted raids across the
city and put an end to illegal sale of acid in 50 places
This conversation
was important
By bringing the incident and
the consequences of gender
violence into public
conversation, we sensitized
society to the horrors of a
toxic masculinity.
My spirit is acid-proof
On a full moon’s indigo night
She walks in grace, illuminating every sight,
Her eyes reflected all stars in the heaven combined
Her tresses as dark as the charcoal night,
Such was her magnetic allure,
Poems and ballads were all in her name
The alchemy of her beauty left no one sane
But on one moonless night,
Jealousy burned in a mortal’s sight
For the beauty she held, he wanted to own
As he vowed to make her the object of scorn,
The liquid fire burned through her skin,
Melting away her beauty but not her soul
She found her strength in that pain
Rose above the mortal disdain,
Her eyes still shone the fierce light
From the inferno building deep inside,
She embraced her scars like an ardent warrior
The kind she only saw in biased fairy tales,
But beauty isn’t always skin deep
It’s a whirlpool of chaos and harmony
It’s just not a face or a body, it’s a moral anatomy