Sinless

distant girlSome girls are born with a cursed fate and Maya was one of them. She never had control over her life and when she did, it appalled the world. Her mornings started with preparing tea for her father, who returned from a long walk in the village every day. His favorite cardamom tea with the morning news paper waited for him at the small table kept in the open space inside his huge haveli. Raj Singh Rathore was an honest man who worked hard to maintain a high reputation for his family. The Rathore family was famous in most of the districts for their morals and values with money in abundance. He loved his daughter Maya immensely and took pride in introducing her to anyone who came home. Maya was a gold medalist and an ideal traditional Indian daughter who looked after her family.

Maya always wore a crisp cotton shalwar kameez with a long plait and a satin ribbon that hung behind her back like a tail. She loved singing and cooking. She was 23 and at the peak of her beauty. Her parents had started searching a suitable groom for her and she was ready to silently accept her parents’ choice. She had full faith in them and never thought of defying them. Her family was hopeful for a bright future for their one-in-a-million daughter.

A family arrived at the haveli to ask for Maya’s hand in marriage to their son, Aditya. The family was educated and by their polished mannerism seemed to belong to some big city. Aditya was working at a software company and earning good money, enough to afford a lavish lifestyle for his family. He was living in the USA and planned to shift his entire family there after marriage. Maya’s parents were ecstatic, they couldn’t believe their luck. He was the perfect match for their daughter.

Maya was called; she was dressed in a red saree and held a tray in her hand that had tea. She offered tea to everyone and looked at Aditya for the first time. He looked at her too and smiled; Maya blushed and quickly withdrew her stare from his face. The boy’s family wanted the marriage to happen as soon as possible so that they could leave for the USA. There was nothing else that Maya’s parents could have asked for, they agreed instantly. Soon a pandit was called and an auspicious date was chosen two weeks from that day. The boy’s family was requested to stay in the haveli with everyone.

image source:icravehistory.blogspot.comThe haveli was huge and only four people were there from the groom’s family to witness the wedding. So everything was arranged in the house and they started living there. The next night Aditya sent a note to Maya, requesting her to meet him in the fields at the crack of dawn, so that no one saw them. Maya was not ready to meet him privately before marriage but her sister convinced her to go.

They met near a barn and spent three hours together. They opened up about their lives and their ambitions. Everything seemed perfect for Maya, the man of her dreams had finally arrived. She fell in love with him in the little time that they talked. They agreed to meet every day, same place and same time.

The haveli mean while housed a dozen relatives who had come to join the celebration. Everyday a new ritual was held and lots of songs and dances followed. Maya was having the best time of her life, she was in love. She received the attention and the love of dozens of people. Every morning she met Aditya and the intimacy grew. She couldn’t think of anything else the whole day. He bought her gifts and flowers and she silently blushed. They held hands, kissed and talked about the world. The world was turning a crimson shade of red for the two love birds.A couple of days later they got engaged and married four days later.

The ceremony was opulent and comprised thousands of guests and relatives. Nobody had seen such a lavish wedding, everything was spectacular. Maya’s parents gifted the couple a swanky car, lots of gold and bundles of cash. Everything was handed over to Aditya’s mother who happily accepted the gifts.

image source:favim.comThe newlywed couple was sent to the most luxurious hotel of the district for their first night. Maya couldn’t stop imagining her life in the USA and the future that only had happiness. That night gave Maya the most passionate moment of her life. Her heart fluttered and the touch of her husband made her feel complete and blissful.

She woke up next morning to an empty bed. She felt terrible to have overslept. She quickly got up and waited for him to come back. The memories from last night were still lingering in her mind and brought a smile to her face that made her red. Hours passed and there was no sign of Aditya anywhere. She telephoned the reception but they had no clue about him. He wasn’t answering his phone either. Scared she hurried to her house and saw a chaos. Aditya’s family was missing too and along with that all the gifts and the car were gone.

Realization struck Maya’s family. They had eloped with the cash. They were fraud and planned this conspiracy for money. Maya couldn’t breathe, she fell down and fainted. Soon a doctor was called and announced that she was pregnant. The whole family went into a state of shock and started condemning Maya for having a cursed fate. Days passed and the family kept tormenting Maya, demanding her to get her baby aborted. But Maya was broken down; her condition was becoming worse and she didn’t want the last hope of her life, her child, to be aborted. That fear made Maya make the toughest decision of her life.

She packed a small bag and left her home forever to also save her family’s reputation and name. She went to a distant village and lived in a single room. She was determined to change her life. Her education helped her and she started taking tuitions for her livelihood. But soon enough her belly was protruding and this caught the attention of the villagers. She wasn’t married, that was confirmed to the villagers and so they stopped sending their kids to her. Maya was eight months pregnant then.

image source:www.frostedproductions.comShe only had one month left to see her baby and she wasn’t going to let people ruin her dream. She managed the final month of her pregnancy with much difficulty and pain. It was four in the morning when she screamed with pain and some kind hearted women who knew her came to her rescue. After one hour, Maya gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.

She couldn’t stop looking at her. She couldn’t believe that she was a part of her. She kept kissing her baby and cried her eyes out. Those nine months came rushing back to her, the dismal images flashed in her mind, those mornings behind the barn, her marriage, that night, everything. Her only motive for the last nine months had been to give birth to her child. Now that motive was over.

She took her baby to her favorite place, a place above the long tower where she always went and sat for peace of mind. She talked to her baby there, when she was pregnant. She wanted her girl to see that spot. So she went there and took a large earthen pot with her. The winds were pleasing, but her heart was heavy. She hugged her baby tightly and kissed her several times. She couldn’t imagine the pain of separation from her. She wanted her girl to have a happy life, a life with good family and home. She smiled at her daughter and kept her inside that earthen pot. She kissed her child and started walking towards the boundary, ran the last few steps and jumped down. The tower was too tall for any chances of survival.

After some hours the baby started crying and wailed due to hunger. A couple passing by went up and saw the baby. They were distressed to see the baby alone, but soon enough found why. They had no children of their own so they happily adopted her. It could have been a matter of fate, but that is what Maya always wished for, a family and a home that only had love for her.

This is a reality in India. Thousands of women are victim of fraud NRI marriages where the brightness of a promising future is such that people become blind and do not verify anything before marrying off their daughter to a fraud. The Punjabi society is especially facing a grave social issue of young girls being married off to NRIs on the pretext of settling them abroad for better economic prospects.

Many NRI grooms are middle aged and settling in for multiple marriages. Many are looking for docile domestic helps. First wife is prevailed up on to accept the second co-wife as a free “Naukarani “. Such subsequent “brides” live a life of servitude and degradation in foreign lands.

Now a Parliamentary committee has recommended a “special NRI matrimonial law” to protect women against what the committee has described as “fraudulent” NRI marriages. The standing committee on external affairs has recommended measures, including enactment of a comprehensive law for protecting women against such ‘malicious’ wed locks.

Even after so many laws being passed, even today girls as young as 18 suffer due to this fraud. Some of them are taken abroad and then tortured for more dowry and are kept hungry for days. They are tormented for money and suffer deeply because of this concept called “NRI Marriages” in India!

A chronicle of a million girls

source:http://www.lemonadecouture.comShe opens her eyes to smiling faces. To a world of joy and innocence. She becomes a daughter, a niece and plays so many roles along the path of life. She dawns the role of a wife and mother too. She gives life and she nurtures it. She makes a million sacrifices all along. She laughs, she cries, adds a hint of drama and loves unconditionally. She is getting old but she doesn’t lose her ability to love and sacrifice endlessly for the ones she loves. She is gentle but she is strong. She is loving but she is strict. She knows how to care but she also knows how to fight back for justice.

This is the life of a woman and this is the power of what a single soul can do. I don’t have enough words to describe the word “woman”. She is an epitome of power with generosity. Or is she?

A country like India worships the 9 forms of Goddesses Durga for 18 days a year and the same country crushes the rights of a woman to even breath freely. A woman is repeatedly told the ‘rules and regulations’ to live, sorry correction, to survive in the society. She is told what to wear, how to talk and how to walk. She is repeatedly humiliated and teased for no reason. She can’t wear what she wants, she can’t speak up for her rights and she is not listened to. All this because the men of the society keep exclusive rights to turn her life into a living hell if she ‘crosses the line’. She weeps in a corner waiting for a ray of hope that is never going to turn up.

The men? Oh no, they don’t need any rules because THEY make them. The men of the society are free. They can talk about anything, they can go anywhere and most importantly do anything they want. They pass crude comments on women, follow them and RAPE them.

crowdThe Government? They watch the drama unfold before their eyes with a bucket of popcorn. Women are not considered first citizens of the country, so they don’t have equal rights either. Only writing with black ink doesn’t help and that is sadly the case with India. We are the world’s biggest democracy and we are the world’s biggest myopic fools. We wait until the situation gets out of hand and then give interviews on the T.V for useless footage. Yes, we are that dumb.

India is in a sad state right now as far as women’s safety is concerned. The main reason being the number of rapes happening in the country and the alarming number of rape cases still pending in the court. The figure is 95,000. Does it astonish you? It doesn’t astonish me because I know that these are just a small fraction of the huge number that accompany this monstrous act.

It leaves me sad, aggravated and largely scared. I live in the capital of the biggest democracy of the world and I am not safe. So I don’t feel the need to go to the small towns to show you the scary picture of this male dominated society that India is. A medical student was raped recently and she died. Her death brought a revolution in the country of sleeping souls. People felt so unsafe and so angry that they came out on the roads in millions. There were candle light marches, protests and speeches. The momentum is still there. Nobody is ready to let go the tragedy that happened a fortnight back.

protestBut the Government acted in the usual and predictable manner. Stopped the protests, closed the roads and any means of transport that could allow people to unite. India is divided in two halves, the politicians and the people. Sadly people don’t understand this fact. The shouting of slogans and peaceful marches isn’t going to help in the long run. A law will be passed for our security, then what? Everything goes back to where it was.

Maybe everybody knows that but they are too saddened and angry to sit at home. The anger has finally come out and a revolution like no other is witnessed in this democracy. Second to the freedom fight that took place decades back. WE have to unit, WE have to think and only WE have to act intelligently. That lost life will never come back but that life taught millions of Indians something that they will remember till the end of their lives.

Every victim weeps with tears of blood. Isn’t she a human being? Why is she treated as an object and not as a human? source: the Hindu