G.B. Road: Just 2.4 KM from Parliament, Girls Rot in Silence
By Shashank Pasupuleti
Two kilometers from India’s Parliament, where bills on morality, women’s rights, and national pride are passed, young girls are bought, broken, and buried alive in daylight.
Welcome to G.B. Road—officially Swami Shradhanand Marg.
Unofficially: India’s longest-running crime scene.
Proximity Doesn’t Equal Protection
Just steps from Akbar Road.
A whisper away from Paharganj.
And less than 100 meters from a police station.
Still, this 2.4 km stretch hosts some of the most horrific human rights violations in India. Behind locked iron doors and “tehkhanas” (basements), minors are trafficked, women raped for profit, and the state stays silent.
This isn’t fiction.
This isn’t Afghanistan.
This is Delhi. Our Delhi.
“Sex Work”?
No. This Is Forced Human Storage.
Let’s destroy the delusion:
A 14-year-old girl trafficked from Jharkhand is not a consenting adult.
A woman servicing men while her toddler cries beside her is not “in business”.
A child raised in a brothel isn’t exposed to work—she’s exposed to warfare on her future.
This is not empowerment.
This is institutionalised abuse.
This is state-enabled slavery.
To the Leaders of India—We’re Naming You
To Prime Minister Narendra Modi:
You dream of Viksit Bharat 2047. Will these girls live to see it?
To Home Minister Amit Shah:
Your cops guard VIPs, but ignore the screams next door. When will you walk G.B. Road—without cameras?
To Arvind Kejriwal:
Free clinics? Fine. Now free these girls. Or admit that your Delhi Model ends at the brothel gate.
To every MP who chants ‘Beti Bachao’:
From whom?
Because right now, you’re not saving her. You’re walking past her cage every day.
India Builds Expressways Overnight—But Leaves G.B. Road Untouched
We have bullet trains, digital IDs, and Chandrayaan missions.
But we still have 13-year-olds being raped behind shutters, two kilometers from our national nerve center.
Where is:
The National Commission for Women?
The Ministry for Women and Child Development?
The “woke” media panels?
They disappear when the girls aren’t influencers—but invisible slaves.
Real Reform Starts with Real Action
What would accountability look like?
Immediate rescue operations under judicial oversight.
Relocation of red-light zones—far from schools, public spaces, and homes.
Psychosocial rehabilitation for survivors—housing, therapy, education.
Police audits and NGO monitoring, not just press conferences.
Public acknowledgement from the top brass—not silence.
If You Can’t Fix G.B. Road, Don’t Talk About Global Leadership
Want to be a G20 voice?
A digital superpower?
The conscience of the Global South?
Start by freeing the daughters imprisoned 2.4 km from your Parliament.
Until then, every minister, every MP, every bureaucrat who passes this stretch is not just negligent—but complicit.
This isn’t a red-light district.
This is a red-alert for India’s moral failure.
And unless we act now, history will mark this place as the mile India walked past—again and again—without shame.
