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A 'blow' job

Its better to skip reading the papers, especially the vernacular ones, in the morning if you don't want your day to be spoilt. All that they carry is about murder, sex, rape and cheat... Are only such items worthy of being classified as news? Anyway, one such report in December 6th edition of Dinamalar, a Tamil newspaper, definitely made me feel sick and worry about the thoughts running in the minds of our children. It was about a 11-year old boy being brutally beaten up after being subjected to sexual torture..Not that such news is something new now-a-days. But this was reported in some village in Coimbatore.
The boy, hailing from a poor family, was asked by his mother to get some balance money on some milk account from a house in the next street. While returning, a 20-year old lured the young boy to his home to watch a movie on TV and when the boy entered the house, he locked all the doors, tied the boy and forced him to cater to his carnal needs...A 11-year old.. and for a blow job??? When the boy refused, the elder one forced some alcohol into his mouth till he was unconscious and beat him black and blue and threw him on the road...Luckily, someone in the road rescued him and took him home from where he was rushed to the hospital.
I simply can't imagine how bruised would that young fellow be carrying this wound till his death and what impact will this make on his mind. Look at the values instilled by the 'Sex-education' of our media and cinemas in the minds of our youths. Aren't we too responsible for this?
Sex matters need not be a taboo especially at a time when AIDS is spreading its tentacles fast. India is closely trailing Africa in the spread of AIDS disease. Hence, an awareness is definitely necessary.
Here's where the role of powerful mass media such as cinema, tv, satellite channels come in to paly. However, they are more bothered about sex than education in most of their stories and films which result kindling such mean and carnal instincts in youth. Will they ever realise the onus that rests on their shoulders?

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