Solitary Walkers

Despite the geographical and cultural differences, the world hates changes. A history would be created if the world had ever encouraged anybody who has tried to deviate from the traditional, usual and tried out path. But, the interesting fact is that the ones who succeed in the end are always unbelievably praised, incredibly worshiped and gloriously thrown in air by the world.

Why does the world NEVER encourage people to go off the track and try to experience something new?

“Why you are not like other girls?” was the most common question which I have faced in my life. I would end up giving a blank stare to everyone who fired away this question. Let me not gender bias this issue.But, it is the same with boys/men too. If all the kids in a particular area play cricket, and if there is only one kid in love with tennis then, the family, relatives and everyone around him would make him know the brunt of being different from others.

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Similar approach but terribly nasty handling happens if the off the track happens in studies or marriage; especially love marriages. An old man whom I met at the airport told me that he was a farmer. A farmer in the airport? My jaw dropped. Then I thought he was an owner of the farm-house. But NO! He was cultivating wheat and corn. He literally sank in the flood of my questions. He was an engineer who passed out with a 1st class but after wasting 10 years of his life doing jobs which he disliked, he moved to farming. Nobody supported him. But today his biography is a blockbuster hit in his hometown. After saying goodbye to him, I could imagine the scenes in his house which he must have undergone during his off the track decision period.Curses, teasing, emotional blackmail, the black mole who spoiling family’s pride and honor, blaming to be a fool and many more.
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Why? Why does the world refuse to give a helping hand when someone wants to see and feel a different life?

A Request to the happy faces

Most of my posts arise as the after effects of discussions or chats with my friends.So here is another one.

One of my old friends caught me online and we had to tell nearly stories of 10 years to keep both of us updated till the present about each other.

After a couple of weeks,I came to know that she has done a serious online investigation about me.She knew about every blog post of mine and almost every comment I had posted in other’s blogs.I was quite happy about it and I thanked her.But little did I know then,that we were falling into such a deep pit of arguments.

According to her,there is nothing called abuse,marital fights or dowry deaths.She is newly married and just completed the honeymoon phase,so I brushed her comments aside.Since she is the only child,I thought may be she was brought up in a dream world.

When she told me that abuse,dowry deaths,divorce and rape are happening ENTIRELY because of women’s fault,I became irritated.But when she told that some of the most respected women bloggers were writing just some pile of feminist s**t,I just couldn’t control my fury.I know a lot of women bloggers who blog only to get peace of mind.There are some women bloggers with whom I share an emotional bonding after knowing their story.

She told that her in-laws are better than her parents and her husband is the best guy of india.I am happy for her because very rarely we get such a life after marriage.But just because her life is happy doesn’t mean that she has to belittle other’s suffering life.

Most of the times,having a wonderful married life is pure luck.It is a gamble.Even today,in India love marriages are not as common as arranged marriages.Also not necessary that all love marriages will work perfect.

Here is the answer for her blames.

Lets call her Sathi.She is my travel friend.We commute together for an hour almost daily.She got divorced two months back.She is working in the IT industry and her husband(ex-husband) too.Her marriage was an arranged one.Both of them looked like made for each other couple.But I used to see her with swollen red cheeks and puffed eyes at times.But then we were not close enough to discuss such matters.Later when she told me I couldn’t digest.I felt sick in my stomach.Her husband doesn’t like if she sits idle for sometime.If she got no house hold work then he will make her press his feet.He gets angry if she is watching TV or reading magazines.But the real problem was not any of these.He had Sadomasochism. Being beaten up black and blue during sex made her like a zombie.She tried taking him to a sexologist,but he refused and the atmosphere at home only worsened.Before completing one year of marriage,she moved out.When her parents enquired his parents,they refused to admit it.Of course,they were ignorant about it.Have you ever heard,in India parents asking the boy before thinking about his marriage whether he got any sexual disorders?

Now tell me where did she go wrong?

In India,we don’t sleep with the guy before marriage to know these kind disorders.The astrologer declared a 8/10 compatibility for the couple.Their families were perfect and their jobs too.Within 3 months time before marriage,how much can a couple know each other?

I am not putting the blame completely on the guy.Even he could be unaware of his disorder.Most of the people don’t sleep around before marriage like in West.

Now this is a request to all the women including myself having a wonderful life.

We were lucky enough to get a heavenly married life.That doesn’t mean that we have to make fun of the ones who are suffering.Most of them suffer in marriage mainly because of tough luck fate,lack of assertiveness,ignorance of the issue and void choices.So lets give them a helping hand.

In between my 9 hours job,I try my best to help the suffering ones by talking to them and giving them a warm smile.During my commute I come across a lot of women from various social strata.Some sell fruits,some others with flowers or pen.Have you ever tried knowing their lifestyle or the difficulties they face to make a living?

Two weeks back,while travelling back home,the police guard at the ladies compartment was shouting at a 17-year-old girl.Luckly two old women realized that he is shouting at her just to divert our attention.While shouting at the girl,only God and that girl know where all he inserted his hands.We made him get out of the compartment and talked to the girl.She was expressionless.She told us it was a usual thing.If she protests,then next day he may charge some petty case on her.So imagine while she is selling fragrant jasmine flowers in the train to make a living,how much abuse she has to undergo in a day.

Our life is good,so thank the Almighty for it but never belittle the suffered ones because we never know,our life can also mess up.We never know!!

What does real beauty mean to you?

Daily we hear the word beauty a million times in a billion scenarios.People talk about it at least once in their conversations.So many multi national companies make money only with the word “Beauty”.A lot of people make their living by making people beautiful and handsome.

But what is BEAUTY?

Is it 5 degrees of shades of fair skin that the advertisements promote?Is it the size zero figure that a top actress give lecture on?or is it what the proverb says beauty is skin deep?

I think it is none of the above mentioned bits.

According to me,

BEAUTY IS WHAT YOU ARE AND THE LOVE YOU FEEL FOR OTHERS

Is there be anybody in this world who has never felt that they are NOT good-looking?

Don’t you look at yourself in the mirror a hundred times before getting out the house?

We all fall in love,do our love of life look like a chiseled guy or an item girl?But we still fall in love.

We love our parents and siblings.Have you heard anybody telling that their parents or siblings are ugly?

So for an individual,beauty is himself/herself,beauty is the LOVE for him/her towards others.

That is why in some marriages/relationships,we end up telling “Oww what a pathetic match” but for the couples,they are the perfect match in the world.

If love is not there in our mindS,we will never find beauty in anything or in anyone.That’s why at times you dislike someone even when he/she may have perfect looks.

People say that something with beauty makes people happy.Again depending on your views,it differs and we hear people telling that crocodiles or snakes or scorpions are “actually” beautiful creatures.They feel that way because they like those creatures and they are happy spending time with it.

It is the MNCs that made fairy white skin and low-fat body as the benchmark for being beautiful or handsome.

BEAUTY IS WHAT YOUR LIKES ARE,WHAT YOUR THOUGHTS ARE AND WHAT YOU ARE and YOU WILL BE ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL(HANDSOME) FOR YOURSELF AND FOR YOUR DEAR ONES.

 

My Honour is My Curse

I honked my car’s horn when I reached in front of my home’s gate.I expected Chandran, my servant ,to open it.But I saw Savitha coming from the kitchen to open the gate.

He went to his native.His uncle passed away“,She told as if she understood my thoughts.

Savitha has been very understanding from the first day of our marriage.Things between us are very smooth as there is no extra effort for me to tell her what I want.

What happened to you?You look terrible.I will switch on the heater.Take a shower and come.Have early dinner and sleep.”, Savitha smiled at me and went to the kitchen.

They will come now..or will they come only tomorrow?But I am sure that they will come in search of me.”I whispered.

I took almost an hour to finish my bath but I was not feeling better.I switched off my cell phone to avoid calls.I have a feeling that today will be the last peaceful day in my life.

I sat at the head of the dining table waiting for Savitha to bring the plates.But I was not a bit hungry but again my thoughts wandered.”What if they took me tomorrow and I never returned?How will Savitha live alone?”

Savitha : “What happened to you?Was it as bad day at the shop?”

Me : “No..no problem.I don’t want dinner.I am tired.I will go and sleep.”

Savitha : “Oh oh..don’t sleep empty stomach.Wait for two minutes.I will make some juice for you.just two minutes.

She went back to the kitchen after taking two oranges from the refrigerator.

Things are good at the shop.It has been always good at the shop and that why I am a successful businessman.My growth was steady and fast that gave me positions in both the society and the family.I started taking decisions for the family and for most of the issues related to the local temple.At times I was proud about myself,my achievements and my positions.

Here it is“.

I woke up from my thoughts.I gave her a weak smile which made her bent little.She kissed me on my forehead.I again smiled at her.

I went to the bed.I tried sleeping but after sometime I fell into deep sleep.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

I woke up hearing Savitha’s voice banging the walls of the house.My heart skipped a beat.I swallowed that last drop of saliva in my mouth.I could hear a variety of sounds now.

The bedroom door opened with a bang.

Mr.Anand,you are under arrest“, the police officer shouted.

Savitha came running through the stairs.

She caught my collars and wept.”What did you do?What did you do?”

He murdered a girl last night.Her name is Anne“, the Inspector replied Savitha.

Savitha looked at me with burning eyes.She slapped me hard on my face that the world must have heard the sound of it.She just sat on the floor numb.I was handcuffed and I walked downstairs.

I saw a big crowd waiting in front of my house.I didn’t have the courage to look at anybody.I put my head in embarrassment and got inside the police jeep.People love interfering in other’s matters,they like gossiping about others.And I feared these people and that fear made me kill Anne.I could hear people whispering that I must have tried raping that girl.Some were discussing that I had an affair with her.But all these are not true.Only I know the truth.

The police jeep fled with a noisy sound making the world know that I am criminal.

Savitha got up and looked out of the window to see the jeep and a crowd following it.She quickly dialled Sunil’s number.But he didn’t pick her call.

After all,which son will bother to pick the call,when his father murdered his girl friend.

Anne was Sunil’s classmate during graduation.Though he got warnings from his mom about the religion issue,he was adamant that he will marry Anne for sure.

After settling in the job,Sunil talked with his Dad about this.

But Anand gave him a strict NO to it.He was not ready to spoil his reputation,pride and honor in the society.Cold war was going on between father and son for past six months.But Anand didn’t even bother to keep a step down in this matter.

Anand talked with Anne telling her to leave his son.But that girl was so much in love with Sunil that she begged him to take her as daughter-in-law as her family is fine with the wedding.Anand gave her a lecture about his value in the society.He told her that he will give her anything except his son.

Anand started becoming disturbed day by day.The very fear that his honor will die if his son marries a Christian girl made him go crazy.The temple fellows making fun of him was not something that he could digest.He tried explaining his worries to his son but instead he explained father how much he needs Anne in his life.

At last,he found out a way to get rid of the issue.He lied to Savitha that he is fine the wedding.Also,talked with Anne saying that he is paying a visit to her.Sunil became happy and excited hearing it from his dad.

Like said,Anand visited Anne,killed her using a newly bought butcher knife.He left the knife there itself and wrote in a piece of paper that he killed her.And then drove back home.

Savitha’s phone rang.It is Sunil.

I am not sure what to do now.He should have not done this.If he doesn’t want to get us married,he could have left us alone.What was the need to kill her?I called up to tell you that you may not see me herafter..not only you..nobody will ever see..”Click..

Savitha stood numb there.she was too weak to think or analyse or to support either her husband or her son.

They remanded me for 14 days.I was blank.

I sat on the floor thinking about Sunil and Anne.She was a nice girl but was from a different religion.Otherwise I would have agreed.But still I should have not done it.Sunil had explained everything to me that how well she took care of him and how much he wished to have her for a lifetime.Anne told me that two lives are at my mercy.Actually,why didn’t I think about her family?If my son was precious for me,then she must be precious for her parents.For me,at least my son is alive.

Ding..Ding..

The police officer banged on the door.

Hey,you..your son’s body was found in the railway track this morning.There will be one more charge against you.In his suicide letter,he has written that you are responsible for his death.What a pathetic person are you.Don’t you have shame..Duh!!!”

For a moment,I thought I am dead.

Why did I do this?

Trying to safe guard my ego and honor and family pride,I gave away my dear son and shattered two families.if I had tried to lower my head a little for my son’s happiness,then rather than being in jail,I would be sitting in the balcony with my grand kids.I would have not lost my son.That family would have not lost their daughter.Poor girl,she didn’t do anything wrong;the only mistake she did was that she loved the son of a pathetic and heartless person.Why didn’t I think about their dreams?How much they must have dreamt about their career,jobs, wedding,married life,kids and a life with each other?

I wanted to cry but the guilt made me join my son and Anne.

Next day when the police officer came to give open the door,he saw a lifeless body,a body with no honour and no pride.

For all the ones who support honour killing: you are born with nothing and you die with nothing.In this short period of life,why do you want to give more importance to ego,pride,family honour and status when there are more important matters in life.Love your kids,love your family.Show kindness when you get an opportunity.Your  .00000000000000001% mercy may save many people’s life and dreams.Live..let live.