Sunday, May 6, 2012

Satyamev Jayate; The story of the "Indian Woman."

I picked up the news paper, lazily, early in the morning. Yawning, i sat on the comfortable sofa, and started shuffling through the pages. As I moved on to the national news section of The Times of India, I read the Headlines,


"A Gang Rape in a Shopping Mall"
I was shocked out of my wits. Though, I'm used to reading news about rapes, yet, what shocked me was, that the heinous crime happened in a mall..!! If a place so full of people can not render safety to a woman, then where else in our country is safe?
I mean, rape in a damned mall!!!!! 


The feminist in me was raging.
 As the day move on, I switched on the T.V. and again saw another example of women-hatred, as I watched SATYAMEV JAYATE, (a new television series, hosted by Amir Khan). He showed us the truth of Female foeticide in our country. I was shaken by the revelations of those women. A doctor was forced to abort her twins and when she refused and her kids were born, her little daughter was kicked down the stairs by her mother-in-law, who is not an uneducated lady, but a retired vice-principal of a school. I was almost in tears..






This is the truth of our nation, I have started believing in Shobha De, that we are, indeed a Girl Hating Nation. A society that has not given women, humane treatment since centuries.
(Shobha De- The Death of a Baby Girl)

Each day, I see, in front of my very own eyes, how everybody demeans girls. A few stories are permanently imprinted on my mind, women who suffered through out their lives, the eternal pang of being a woman in India.


What happens in a normal middle class Indian family when a girl is born?
Well, iff, by the grace of her parents, if she is born, (female foetal killing rates are so high, it is a mischance that a girl is born.) she is shunned by her parents, the ones who have to raise her up, who should give her all their love, gift her abandonment. Seldom, is a girl child's birth celebrated in our country. Then she grows up to be a "no-one" who does not know how or what her life would be. But she still would be the world famous "Indian Woman".
Parents never prefer to invest much in the girls education, reasons;
*it is better, for sure, to save for the sons inheritance, the girl would be married to some one else, would neither carry the "family name" (which the Indians are so obsessed with), nor would she support the family financially, once married (because the in-laws do not wish that their daughters-in-law maintain any kind of healthy relationship with her own family members as that would deprive their son from having the upper hand, if the girl has support, she'll speak out, so better gag her.)
*the next reason being a difficulty to raise a daughter (the tagged goddess) in our nation. She can not roam about in the town alone, some one needs to accompany her wherever she goes, she can not help her ailing mother late at the night because if she steps out of her house during the night hours someone will surely rape her (in 9/10 cases). She can not wear what she wishes, can not talk as she wants, so many rules to be imposed, what a difficulty!! And if some miscreant rapes her, the society abuses her, no one would marry her and the parents will have to carry her as the result of their "misdeeds". Honestly, who would take such a risk...!!!!
The girl child in a normal Indian family is an unnecessary baggage.


And if by God's unexpected grace, the daughter grows up "Clean and Pure" and is married off to some "deserving guy", then starts another ordeal. The "Husband" the "God", expects the wife to subservient because in this part of the world, the male rules (an absolute Patriarchy). Female is meant just to do the odd jobs, give physical pleasures, serve, rear kids and remain an unknown name, and if she earns, then to deposit her income in her husband's lap. 
She is not allowed to speak, neither against, nor for.
If she has any amount of "Self Respect" she is damned, for sure.
Her own parents and family are a no-one in her "Home Sweet Home", it is almost an injustice to expect the husband to accept the wife's part of family as his own.
Then the woman's life moves on, she gives birth to a son, who sees all going around him and grows up to be just the same, like his father.
She has a daughter, who has to suffer the same fate, as her mother never knew that daughters can have any different life, she is reared as per the rule book that her mother inherited.
The woman then grows old, whatever happened in her life, runs in her blood, she is ready to be the monstrous "mother-in-law" for her son's wife and in her daughter her fate relieved.
And so goes on the cycle...!!


The question is, how do we stop it?
Is there a way?? 


Yes, we can make laws, but since when did laws start changing the world??
What we need to do, is to dig into the foundations of the problem!!
All of this happens due to our social set up which is heavily patriarchal. What we need, is a radical change, a revolution to uproot this tradition.
A girl child too carries her mother and father in her genes just like the male child does. If she is biologically carrying the inheritance why is not she allowed to carry her identity in the physical world?
A family that is raised by the husband and wife, belongs to the man and, EQUALLY, to the woman. Then, why is she the property of her husband?? She is a separate individual, a separate identity, and the people must understand this.

To teach all this, the "warriors of change" need to wake up.
The mothers need to wake up, and stop differentiating between their kids. What your kids see, is what they imbibe. Teach your son, that the girls are as important as they are. Teach the daughters that they have equal rights as the boys do. 
The fathers need to wake up, and start expecting from their daughters as much as they do from their sons. Stop telling them that they have to go to some one else's house and live. They are a part of you.
The young Girls need to wake up and educate themselves, stop thinking that someone somewhere is earning for them. 
If you are getting married, choose a person who thinks you are a human and is proud of you, who doesn't try to overpower you. Keep your maiden names if you are married, that is something you were born with, your identity, your individuality. I know that it is symbolic, but for these symbolic keep-sakes, the people are killing girls. Do not expect a different and sympathetic treatment because you are a girl, be a "human" first, then a lady, that is when you'll get equality.
The young Boys need to wake up and know that a girl is equal to you. She is not dumb, she can do maths, neither is she powerless. She is as good as you and can be as bad as you.
The young men need to know, stop the chivalrous treatment, do not open the doors for your woman, neither do you have to pull the chairs or pay the bills always, the woman can do that, and empower her so that she is able to do that. Tell her that she drives better, tell her you'd be proud if she gets a promotion. If you are going to get married, then be ready to accept her whole family as your own, she too is doing it. Change a little yourself too, do not expect her to be the one adjusting, she already has do it.


And finally, to the parents, 
Stop treating your girls like dolls, because Dolls are meant to be played with. 
Neither make the girl a "Goddess", it is impossible for humans to raise a goddess, easy to raise a daughter.
Treat them like "humans first", that is where the reform begins.


Signing off...
Sriti...

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Through the eye of the mountain..

Ah!! what a day came by,
Before the sun rose high,
My snores were not yet silent,
My dreams were still fresh but violent,
When suddenly, I felt something hurt..
Raging with anger, I opened my eyes,
And saw the battle again with a sigh!!
Those little things fighting for me, lo!
All of them look alike, whether friend or foe..
What do they call them? Men, I think..
Ripping each others throats as I blink.

I was aghast!!
I looked above, on to the heavens vast, 
Dropped a silent tear,
The birds around were screeching with fear.
What can I do to stop this madness??
The bloodshed, the canon blasts, were shattering..

I was sitting useless, whiling away the time,
And below me, they were dying..

Mournfully, I closed my eyes.
Then, I heard a voice by my side.
Running, panting, sweating, he came,
I knew not the name.
He sat down, resting against me.
Shivering vigorously, I could feel it,
Was it fear of death, or regret for life? 
No!! They were sobs, I saw.
The tears trickling down his cheek.
Washing away the grime and gore.
I saw his eyes, they were blue.
Once, they were bright, it seemed,
But now they were hollow.
The man behind them, already dead.
He raised his head, up high,
And broke into a heart-rending cry.
I felt myself being ripped apart.
He cried endlessly, I wished I could comfort.
He threw the killing machine he carried,
With all his might.
Then from his boot, he took out a paper.
Unfolded it, and kissed it.
The woman in it, was old, I saw.

Then finally, I heard his voice,
"Mother! I now know, what father might have felt!!
I've killed eight of them, the enemies, they say.
They were all my age, sons of mothers,
Husbands of some beautiful wives,
I killed them mother, I made widows and orphans.
I saved my Country, should I be proud?
You'd be proud I know.
But I killed, mum, I killed.
When I come back, I'll hide myself in your bosom,
Your tears might wash this blood away,
Your love will help me be forgiven,

But if I never return....
Do tell Lucy, I loved her,
And I loved you too remember..."

Then there was a deafening noise,
The man was gone...
He lay in pieces in my lap.

The rage within me roared.
Why do they do this? I deplored.

He was his mother's Blue Eyed Boy,
He loved and was loved.
Why did he have to die so soon?
What purpose was he killed, for whom?
They're lies for what they die,
They're lies on what the autocrats survive.
They're lies on what the world, they divide.
They're lies for what the Humanity died
Nothing but Lies, 
To you My son, They lied....