The white colored innova stops right in front of the gate erasing the muggu* with its tyres. The chauffeur opens the door and a young man in his late twenties steps out. He is welcomed by a garland of flowers and smiles of the crowd waiting for his arrival. The music band starts to play shehnai loudly to make sure they are paid their contract amount in full.
After the mandatory pleasantries, the bridegroom’s family members were seated comfortably in the extra-cushioned couch. The bride’s family members were looking at the bridegroom and were passing on comments about his looks, the dress, the hairstyle and what not! The center table is filled with sweets made of ghee which filled with room with their aroma.
2 days back, I woke up to see my social media timeline filled with posts like
“I am Charlie Hebdo”
“This is the death of Freedom of Press! #RIPmankind”
“The only way to respond is to share the cartoons of Charlie Hebdo and see how many people can those terrorists kill”
The messages carried out a strong emotion. The sent out a strong message. I was amazed as to what had happened. I read about the incident from the online pro-active media and was disturbed. It was an attack on the freedom of speech. It was not right to kill them at any cost. Continue reading →
She…She stood there, with her left hand holding her freely left right hand at the wrist and her legs slightly crossed. The heels of the cream colored sandals complimented the light navy blue formal trouser that she wore. The short white top and the scarf she wore today are like made for each other. Her gleaming eyes were like two diamonds and are lovely to watch. I just can’t take my eyes off her. The eyebrows are sharp and are like the inverted Nike swoosh. Her nose is beautifully carved just like the epic idols on the Kajuraho temples. Her lips were sensuous and I feel like planting a kiss on them every time I see. Her cheeks are not that chubby but are so tempting to me that I always wanted to touch them with my fingers.
Few days back during one of our late-night brother talks, I was talking to him about the different ways of looking at things in life. The way I look might be different from the way my brother looks. And the talk took an interesting turn when I announced “No love in this world is pure or divine. Everything is need based. Everything is like a simple business transaction”
And I went on to say “Even mother’s love is not pure”
In the dark room with little light from the bed lamp, I could see the ugly frown on his face. He was disappointed to hear it from me. He has this whole box of orthodox values and disliked discussions on controversial topics like the one I just spoke out.
There was an awkward silence for the next two minutes. I wanted to share my views and have a healthy discussion on this topic. But I am equally frightened with where this discussion might lead to.
My brother broke the silence and said “I am disappointed. I never expected to hear things like this from you. But let me understand why you said this. Go on. Share your thoughts”
I read somewhere that India is the most diverse place on earth after African Continent. I heard someone saying that India is the place to be. I was taught in social studies during my schooling that India is a perfect example of Unity in Diversity
But a recap of events in past two months, be it Delhi rape case, be it the rape-cases that followed it, be it the Indo-Pak relations, be it Viswaroopam issue, I believe that the three statements I wrote above were like the obsolete Symbian OS of Nokia. This brings in the question,
Ever since the rape of a 23 year old girl in Delhi took place, there was a sudden uproar in the capital. It was truly a shocking moment for all us to learn about the incident. The police, sensing the anger in the society, were quick on their feet and arrested the guilty. The media covered the entire sequence of events right from the day the rape-survivor was admitted to hospital till today and will continue to do so in the coming weeks too. There was a sudden increase in the discussions and the debates in media about the sexual abuse and attacks on women in the society. There were flash mobs in the capital which tried to break into Rastrapathi Bhavan. This was followed by police lathi-charge, water guns and tear gas, finally resulting in a death of a police constable.
The Government, sensing the trouble in around the corner, was quick enough to take preventive steps. Our silent man, Manmohan ji, finally broke the silence by briefing the nation and assured protection and safety to women in the country. Of course, this briefing was more in news because of ‘Teek Hai’ episode. Now, every day or so, I get to see the news link from IBN Live about the rape incidents occurring in India. Atleast about 2 or 3 rape cases are being reported by media. This makes me wonder whether we are in such a devastated state of raping our women as our daily routine.
This brings me to question myself, “What’s happening to our society?”
Having grown up studying about the culture and heritage of our country, I always regarded our society as a much matured and widely respected in the world for the values and practices we follow. But of lately, all this seems to be a myth. I am deeply saddened to know that what I read in the textbooks seems to be far from reality.
I was told that women were respected in our society. We personified our India and states in the form of women. Our Parliament provided women with 33% reservation and there was a bill ‘long’ pending to provide 50% reservation. We have seats earmarked for women in buses and trains. We have special ladies trains and cabs running in Delhi, Mumbai, Chennai and Kolkata. We have exclusive women police stations in many states. Having said all these, at least 4 to 5 women are sexually abused or harassed or raped as you read this. Where are we heading?