Dutiful Work and Beautiful Life!


 

Dutiful Work and Beautiful Life!

There is the tradition in Ayurveda thereby every treatment is initiated by giving medicine for complete emptying of the bowels. I am purified by Mr. Smirnoff and all the impurities are now out, thanks to the spirits in Mr. Smirnoff. I have a new day at hand in Kuwait. I am quite new to the life and habits here and I, therefore, have to begin afresh. Every Examination day I have to get ready sharply at 7 a.m. when Mr. Tanveer, the staffer of Universal Institute for Private Training, arrives at my apartment in Salmiya which is located near the City Center mall. With no or little sleep during the night and no rest during the last couple of days, I am a bit worn out and shabby in order to take up the job at the Off Campus Center.

By the time I have done all the nippy morning duties Mr. Tanveer has arrived to take me first to the Vegetarian hotel, “Uduppi”. Seeing vada-sambar and Idli my nausea has given way to saliva. After the sumptuous breakfast, by 7.20 we reach the Center. Lo! There are Ms. Fatima, Asha, Danesh to receive me. My first impression is the best impression, especially the warmth, the resourcefulness of Ms. Fatima! The Indian Embassy Officer Mr. SanjivSakalani who is already there with the question paper packets indeed looks like a very friendly person to chat with. Every one of them behaves as experienced experts in their respective duties. There are only a handful of candidates to take the supplementary examinations. I am hurt to note that the regular off campus programs outside the university jurisdiction have been struck down by a far-reaching university order.

I say far-reaching university order, because I, by the very first day itself, have come to experience how earnestly people here are craving for doing courses of M.G (Mahatma Gandhi University, Kottayam). Almost every phone call at the Center is concerning enquiries about joining courses of M.G. The reason is that the people in Kuwait, especially, Indian, Bengali, even middle-east repatriates or expatriates and N.R.I’s prefer M.G. to other Indian universities. They, with reluctance and displeasure, are constrained to join courses of Mysore or Calicut Universities. Now I wonder why M.G. alone follows meticulously the bizarre upshots of litigations while others still continue to run Off Campus institutions beyond their territorial jurisdiction! From my experience in regard to the enthusiasm displayed by the stake-holders to join my university, I have learnt that Mahatma Gandhi University positively enjoys the approbation of the whole world, thanks to its unique name “Mahatma Gandhi”.

The Examination started at 7.30 a.m. (Indian Time- 10 a.m.) and I have completed the related work well in time. Actually everything goes smooth and hassle free, far better than in most of the affiliated colleges of the universities in Kerala. While sitting idle I use to overhear the classes going on there. The classes are apparently engaged by faculty of high quality and experience. I think my guesswork cannot go wrong as their beautiful English, uncompromising pronouncing skills and stylish accent really are quite illuminating their credentials and talents as pedagogue. The picture of reality is far from the overestimated allegations of commercialization and malpractices. It is quite a classified truth that some of the self-financing colleges in Kerala are more commercialized and a few of them reportedly not having qualms even to abet copying malpractices during university examinations. Right from the days of my first acquaintance with Off Campus Institutions in 2004 as section officer of Off Campus Tabulation Section to the date of  the promulgation of the recent university order striking down the institutions I never or ever had the slightest apprehension of such an abrupt closure. I constantly had a notion that Off Campus Institutions would stand there as far as the University is there!

With the exception of the above unenviable future prospects of M.G. Off Campus Centers, I am a happy man. The accommodation, food, transportation, etc. are “ash-posh”. My primary concern was my vegetarian ways. This has been well rejoined by the Uduppi Hotel nearby. In short, I have to note that by the first day itself I am on the right track sans any friction or hardship, whatsoever. I look forward to the same degree of rapport and smoothness in the days ahead too in respect of my work and life as well, here in Kuwait. I hope that the first impression which indeed has been the best one will carry on to retaining the same pitch throughout. The work is certainly to be engaged dutifully, the life too is hopefully to be spent, buoyantly, beautifully!

[i]  The repercussions of the order are, indeed, far reaching. This may be understood only by knowing the concerns and grievances of the students, alumni and other stake-holders in Kuwait who want to see the retention of the institution as an Off Campus center of Mahatma Gandhi University, Kottayam. I have acquired this collective knowledge through informal chats with the staff here, the students and other visitor.  Let me enumerate them, one by one:

  1. It is reliably learnt that Off Campus Centres of other Indian Universities having recognition of U.G.C. are still conducting Courses/ Programs in Kuwait.
  2. In today’s world of technological advancement, the question of territorial jurisdiction may not be made a reason for closure of Off Campus Centre of Kuwait, since the world has shrunken to a global village within the World Wide Web. In this respect, it is relevant to note that many of the high profile western universities and a few of the Indian Universities as well have switched over to online mode, rather irrespective of the territorial jurisdiction of the institutions.

Inter alia, it is reported in the media that the Union Government is about to allow six Off Campus institutions to Deemed Universities, though these Universities have no jurisdiction anywhere other than their own campuses.

  1. The allegation of misuse of Off Campus system is founded on the prejudiced notion that there possibilities for commercialization and dilution of education in Off Campus stream. The authorities appear to be under the misconception that there are examination malpractices in Off Campus institutions. Regarding the expenses for undergoing studies in the Off Campus centre in Kuwait I can honestly tell that the expenses here are less, when compared with other educational institutions in Kuwait.

Regarding the alleged malpractices in Inter National Off Campus Centers I am of the view that there is a fool proof system which is capable of making malpractices well nigh a matter of impossibility. This is so because here the University examinations are conducted under the supervision of the Indian Embassy. The Chief Superintendent is invariably a high profile official from the Embassy, the Additional Superintendent is a senior Faculty of Mahatma Gandhi University or from colleges affiliated to the University and the Administrative Superintendent is one of the experienced Senior Staffers of the University.

  1. As mentioned earlier, the majority of students and aspirants here are originally from places which are well within the territorial jurisdiction of Mahatma Gandhi University. When the Indian Government is earnestly extending all succor to N.R.I’s and even seriously thinking about granting them the right to participate in elections, it is an unjust and untimely backtracking decision to close down the Off Campus Centre on flimsy and nonexistent grounds.
  2. Many of the Indians working in Kuwait have come here by depriving themselves of their academic advancement as they were forced to discontinue their studies in India to earn a livelihood in Kuwait. Off Campus Centers did provide them a chance to resume their education from the scratches.
  3. There are facilities for Indians here to pursue studies upto Plus Two level. Thereafter, especially for girl students, the chance for U.G/higher education is getting dim as the expenses are higher and that the educational institutions and their affiliations may be even bogus ones. Besides, the parents do not prefer to send the girl students to hostels of such not so reliable institutions.

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Statutory Warning!


Statutory Warning!

I was awaiting the digital announcement in the LED light box for the final call to board the Jet Air bound for Kuwait, at the ChatrapatiShivaji International Airport in Mumbai, which was scheduled to depart at 5.55 pm on 10th April, 2016. I had undergone the emigration procedure and checking in time. I had no stress to board the plane bound to Kuwait where I am deputed by my office to conduct examinations. The announcement flashed in digital lights and I shot up and joined the queue, in no time. The airport was in silent mode to reduce sound pollution. To my surprise I found myself the last one in the queue, despite all my vigilance.

We all moved slowly to the Jet Air and climbed up into the craft. It was quite a big one. There were small T.V’s (or Tabs?) in front of every seat. As usual the crew members, one male and the other female, beautifully and graciously performed their safety demonstration. I fastened the seat belt as the plane was about to take off. For the first time I was to travel beyond the barriers of my mother India. I saw the mansions, the skyward flats, and the slums beneath…The hell and the heaven mixed up….The beauty and ugliness of Mumbai was visible from the heights. The urban scenes gave way to blue waters. Yes, I was over the seas and I need just cross over it to reach the Gulf. The plane took a firm forward punch. The altitude was shown as above 10 K.M. The temperature was around minus fifty. All this was quite new  knowledge to me.

The plane appeared to have settled in regard to its altitude. It flashed fast, though it appeared motionless. I saw clouds moving past me. The earth with its greenery and waters was not visible to our naked eyes. The crew seemed in a hurry to finish their work early…A bonny, long, lean lass came through the alley, serving food. I just made a survey of the two passengers who had sat on my either side. The one on the left seemed to me having the mannerisms of a Keralite. To verify my surmise I asked him where he was from. His reply was in Trissur Malayalam. “ Sir, I am from Mala and my name is Biju”. Without any further introduction he asked me if I would take liquor. I said,” Once in a bluemoon, Yes…” “Sir, The girl serves liquor to passengers, Smirnoff, sir, Smirnoff!” he said. He went on to ask me if I was not taking liquor let him have my share too. On this I had my mind taking a U-turn. Though I was really not prepared to consume liquor, I began to rethink as and when he had asked for my share. I was not to let him have my share. “Nay man, I too want a peg”, I said. He helped me with getting the liquor with sprite. For the second time he went upto the crew girl with request for another peg…He had one peg in my name too. I gave him half of my second peg. I just drank it up in one motion…Mind my friends, I was without food quite for a long time. The liquor had begun to show its character. I was in hilarious mood. I and Biju began to talk louder. We shared our views; we had become friends as if of very long acquaintance. I was still sober to realize that liquor was the real socialist who had the power to merge gaps and inequalities in society. Had I and Biju remained there sans taking liquor, we would have kept our tongue-tied till the very end of the journey.

After liquor we were supplied with many other delicious dishes, the tastes of them were not felt exactly… There were the dessert, the salad of fruits and vegetables and beverages too. The liquor, the food, the Air Condition all had caused my brains to take a blissful sojourn in the lap of nap. The announcement for landing precautions roused me from the slumber. The plane touched the land with a big roaring din. I am about to land on a foreign land for the first time in my life! Immediately on arrival I went upto the queue to collect my luggage. I was there for one hour to reach the counter. When I reached there I was told to first get my VISA first. I went to collect the VISA and I got it stamped for immigration by the Kuwaity authorities. I had many doubts in my mind. Hesitantly I asked the Kuwaity woman in the counter regarding the next steps. The woman looked up with scorn and I think she had softly muttered, “out”. I had the first incident of humiliation on a foreign soil. I felt the same feeling as Gandhiji had felt at the Pretoria railway station when he was thrown out from the train because of being an Indian, a coloured man. For getting my luggage I had again to stand in the queue for yet another hour. By the time Mr. Tanveer who had come to the Airport got upset for not having any word from me. My friend Hareesh also was there.

I went out of the Airport which was never a match to the one in Mumbai. MrTanveer and Harish were together awaiting me and were relieved to see me. Harish gave me 100 Kuwaiti Dinar for incidental expenses as I had only Indian currency with me. I and Harish bade adieu with promise to meet in week-end. I went with Tanveer by car to my lodgings. As soon as I reached the room I had rushed into the bathroom to vomit whatever I had taken in the plane. The salad, the rice, the dessert, the beverages all went out. I thought I would die as never had I in my life vomited. As for me vomiting seemed impossibility prior to this. I vomited and vomited till nothing remained in my stomach. The nausea was there still. I was curious to see Mr. Tanveer off. He went out in confusion. I was relieved that now I could vomit unseen and unnoticed… Again and again I vomited. I felt penitent for taking the one and a half peg of Smirnoff. I could have given that to Biju. I did not give it to him maybe because I had a feeling that it was my rightful due and that I should not part with that. I was also learning from this experience that whatever was given for free or on discount should not be taken for granted unless and until I really was in need of it. The liquor alone might not have led to this plight; there could be other reasons too…

From the above narration you are not to have the misconception that I drink occasionally. Of course I do not drink occasionally. I drink only once in a blue moon! By this bitter experience with liquor I am further gone farther from liquor. The warning, ’liquor is injurious to health’ is not merely letters of ritualistic, statutory character; conversely it is literally true that liquor is really injurious to health. I am looking forward to a world sans liquor… Intoxication has to really come from within, from one’s own inner self, as everybody has the innate potential to experience the Spiritual Intoxication. You need just to allow the mind to avail the time for fermentation with patience. You will be rewarded.

EVER REWARDING FATE!


EVER REWARDING FATE!

If there is a desire there is bound to have a way to fulfill it. A desire shall never be allowed to tone up to the extremity of an infatuation. Even without getting to the disturbing level of obsession, I am endowed with the bounty I may not even deserve. I am given more than my due. I am not avaricious, though I do not hesitate to take whatever comes to me naturally. Others may term it as lack of direction, but I prefer to call it the faith in fate. I am patient and willing to wait for the opportune moment to fulfill my desires as and when they come by, one by one. With this patient waiting the fate rewards me chances slowly but surely. Fate is not an antagonist; conversely it is a protagonist, at least as for me. So you may ask the question, ‘then you have no role to play in your selection of choices (chances)?’ Yes, I do take the necessary steps as soon as the fate shows the all-important clue to proceed with the chance. I never show my back to the clue of fate. This has rescued me a lot from committing blunders, falling in pitfalls. This permanent, patient, alert, vigilant waiting for the clues of fate has rewarded me with umpteen opportunities as well.Hence, as for me fate is both corrective and progressive a force to reckon with, for accomplishing a fruitful life.

Going abroad and that too airborne had been my cherished dream for quite a long time. I have accidentally struck with the chance of going abroad by air. See the felicity of Fate in fetching me the coveted chance! I never snatch a chance from the hands of Fate; conversely chances are handpicked for me by fate from time to time. Lo! Listen to me for a while how the vicissitudes of Fate converge upon someone like me, in what all strange ways!!!In my office as I was searching for the examination results of the students, I came across the University order inviting willingness for deputation to international off campus centres to conduct examinations in the Gulf region. It was 4.15 pm, and that I had to personally hand over the willingness to the concerned office before 4.45. I got a print out and filled within no time, got the counter signature of my superior. Only 25 minutes to cover 10 K.M. It is not possible by bus. To my pleasant surprise I saw Somanathan Sir about to leave. I ran unto him and he showed great interest in taking me to the destination. Later my willingness got accepted and I was able to leave for Kuwait on 10th April 2016 from Cochin Airport at 9.05 am.

Lo! See me standing there in the majestic Cochin International airport sans any idea or knowledge about the etiquettes and formalities of air travel! Of course I had to yield to nervousnessa bit, the nervousness in the anticipation of the unknown. Fortunately, there was nothing untoward; the checking was hassle free and it passed off smoothly as the personnel there were all cordial. The transit from one counter to the other was so natural that I could not feel stress of any degree. As I had heard the final call to proceed to board the flight, my heart beat began to mount. After I got in it got subsided to normalcy. The safety demonstration of the crew was lively and gracious. It did make my mind calm. I fastened the belt. I expected I would be given cotton to stop my ears. But nothing happened. I was expecting some bitter nausea like experience during takeoff and while climbing up the burgeoning heights. Within a few minutes the plane was at an altitude of 3 K.M. After some time it climbed up to 7-8K.M. altitude. I checked with the temperature, it was below -3o. I was warned about the cloud collision, but fortunately I experienced none. To speak the truth I had no experience of air sickness and I found it a pleasurable experience altogether.

One more thing I have to tell. The Jet Air flight was not a direct one to Kuwait. It was a domestic one taking me first to Mumbai. In the meantime the crew member gave me breakfast with dish including sambar-vada, salad, tea, biscuits etc. I was prepared to take a peg, if it was for free…I did not see them provide liquor, anyhow. I found it too difficult to dine with fork and knife. Still somehow I could take food using them in a messy manner. The announcement for landing had resounded in my ears. The plane landed exactly at 11.05 a.m.with a thundering sound and it sped fast through the runway quite some distance. I was there at the ChatrapatiShivaji International Airport in Mumbai for the first time. It looked quite stupendous in size and looks. It was neat, silent and smooth to walk around. The connection flight was to take off only at 5.55 p.m. I was nervous about spending the long time and also about the emigration procedure. I left everything for fate but with constant vigilance on the clues emanating from the Goddess of Fate. The airport was so ravishing to the eyes that the time for the connection flight looked not enough to completely relish its grandeur. I spent the time in such a worthwhile and pleasant way that I could not even reach at the right time for checking and emigration clearance. I was ready and waiting curiously for my second journey on air and of course my maiden international areal excursion!

Anyone reading my post is likely to wonder why I attach this much importance to my maiden flight journey to a foreign country. The fact of the matter of attaching this much importance is thanks to the reality that unless I have travelled this time I would not have travelled abroad in the near future.  Now I believe that this is a good beginning that will take me to the better ends…I am patiently, vigilantly awaiting, listening to the clues of fate to avail the next bounty or to avert the next heartbreak as these clues could turn out to be the turning point in life.

 

PROTECTION OF WOMEN FROM VIOLATION OF SEXUAL AND REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS WITH REFERENCE TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE ACT OF 2005.


 

PROTECTION OF WOMEN FROM VIOLATION OF SEXUAL AND REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS WITH REFERENCE TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE ACT OF 2005.

Sex and Reproduction are two unique and inseparable facets of spousal relationship. They are one and the same, still as antonymous as between sea and the shore. They are mutually exclusive and inclusive like the two sides of the same coin. Sex is possible without reproduction; reproduction can be possible without sex, in the surge of new scientific inventions. Sex provides the natural impetus for reproduction. The two are intertwined and have inseparable connectivity pertaining to the health of the engaging partners. As health is a precondition for the quality of life as enshrined in Article 21 of the Constitution, the denial of the precondition conducive to attaining this right can be legally redressed through Constitutional remedies.

In matrimony impotency is a ground for divorce. But if a woman is denied sex due to the apathy of the husband, she has no choice to leave the matrimony. If she is denied the excitement of consummation during sex she has no remedy. This is too personal a matter for law to lay its hand on. Denial of sex to the spouse is indirect cause for the commencement of domestic violence. This is a case of emotional abuse which has serious ramifications in family life. If a man can keep his woman happy on bed he is assured of a peaceful home. As between a husband and a wife lack of sexual relations can lead to incidence of domestic violence. Sex is not a mere tool for reproduction as Sex is a rejuvenator of relationships.

Domestic Violence and Other Wrongs:

Domestic Violence is a standalone type of a wrong which evade\s a satisfactory, comprehensive, all-inclusive definition. The unique facet of DV is that it takes place in the intimate relationship, in the apparently safe shared household. Whereas other wrongs are perpetrated, maybe, by a stranger on another stranger. One occurs in the private sphere of life and the other in the public sphere of life. The State is more concerned about peace in society than peace at home.The state cannot allow the delinquent to have his capricious ways as it is disconcerting to the State. The State employs punishment to the sinner to promote deterrence and to have retribution to satisfy the victim. The other aspect is the need of rehabilitation of the offender as he cannot be allowed to freely roam in society. The protection of the victim appears to be the last priority of Criminal Law. The emphasis is on social control through correction, deterrence and retribution. The aim is social security and not the security of the victim alone.

Domestic violence cannot be called a singular, exclusive incident of violence of the perpetrator on the victim. It is a continual infliction of violence by manifold, unknown machinations. The crime of a stranger on another is punishable by law; but the same act if perpetrated by the husband on the wife could be qualified as a crime, is a moot point. Law can take its due course despite the fact that the offence has occurred within wedlock. The attitude of general Law is not gender sensitive to protect the woman. Hence the need and relevance of a gender sensitive law.

In reference to the issues of sexual and reproductive rights the occurrences wherein these rights are denied need not be singular. In wedlock a single incident of violence is condoned; the violence does not stop there. It is repeated in fresh cycles of violence. The woman is in utter helplessness and in a dilemma as to whether leave or not. The recurrence of violence is endemic in domestic relationships. There is no deterrence, no retribution , no correction, owing to nonreporting of the incident.

Forced Sex:

The wrong of marital rape does constitute a domestic violence in the Act of 2005 or in any of the Indian statute books. This discrepancy between the treatment of Law to the same act in two realms of human life, namely, Private and Public is discriminative and prejudicial to women. Though Indian Law does not treat forced sex as a wrong, the law on Human Rights has made inroads into the private sphere of life. The Law on Human Rights of course has got the voice of International Law criteria, and the same spirit is deeply engrained our Constitution in its Fundamental Rights.

When Sex is viewed from the angle of health rights it has umpteen diverse dimensions. Sex of course is a precondition for begetting progeny. Indian law on domestic violence has not criminalised forced sex or marital sex. That is, consent is not a legal requirement. In short, law condones or even permits rape if it is within matrimony. Invariably, the victim is the woman. The after-effects of rape within marriage and without marriage are differently apprehended by Indian law. Certainly this stance of Indian law may have its own unique reasons. Cultural relativism plays a role in the making of different criteria in the formulation of domestic violence in different national laws.  The same Indian law which takes unnatural sex as an offence even in marriage, though with consent, is strangely blind to the more heinous crime of marital rape. Though marital rape can be broadly termed sexual abuse, inflicting irreparable damage to the body and psyche of the victim, it has failed to figure in as a specific offence or wrong in any of the Indian statute book. If consent is not a prerequisite in marital sex, what right is left in marriage, as for women? This is a serious blemish on an otherwise spotless enactment. The grave denial of sexual and reproductive justice to women cannot be viewed just as a personal issue. It has to be taken to the human right jurisprudence, so that the private matter could be brought to the public dominion of human rights. Personal becomes political. Her predicament is not biologically determined, conversely it is socially determined.

The D.V Act is found ineffective and insufficient in protecting the reproductive rights of the woman in the shared household. Domestic Violence may be seen as men’s counter reaction to women’s ever-growing yearning for emancipation from the oppression of home as men want women to remain tied to their domestic prison called home. If a woman challenges the patriarchal order by venturing out of the shared household in a nonconforming outlook, she will be indicted by society as misguided beings who have sacrificed life for success.

Woman’s status in Adultery vis-a-vis Marital rape: Glaring illustration of denial of sexual rights:

Woman is an object and Man is the subject. In S.497 of IPC the husband of the woman who has abetted adultery is entitled to proceed against the man who has committed adultery with his wife. Woman is here denigrated as property or  chattel of the husband who is the master or the owner. If the property called wife is stolen by another man, the latter could be nabbed on a complaint by the owner of the property, the husband. This is a clear indicator to the patriarchal attitude of law. The same attitude is seen expressed in the case of marital rape. The violence perpetrated by the husband is not weighed in terms of propriety or neutrality and criminality as the married woman is an asset owned by the husband for his exclusive enjoyment and possession. The (lack of)law on marital rape and the law on adultery are violative of the sexual rights of married women as victim and abettor, respectively. The woman is not held as a human, but only as property of men for his possession and enjoyment. As a property she has no right of her own. The abettor woman in adultery is not liable because the owner of the property has to continue with the possession of the property. The abettor woman is set free not because of the gender sensitive law but for certain patriarchal reasons. In a country where justice is administered to women as if she were a property under the ownership of men cannot guarantee the sexual and reproductive rights of women.

Right to Healthcare and Addiction:

Smoking is injurious to health; passive smoking is more injurious to health. The victims of passive smoking are the members of the family, those who are intimate to the smoker. He is exposing his wife and children to health hazards, with no fault of theirs. The bad effects of smoking are harmful to the reproductive health of the woman and the safety of the foetus inside.

Consumption of alcohol is another grave menace to the peaceful ambience of family. The intoxicated condition alone cannot be branded as the very reason for violence. Alcohol is but the stimulant to externalise the internal attitude of the perpetrator. The alcoholic husband can cause fatal injuries to the woman and children leading to the denial of reproductive justice of the woman in unseen, umpteen ways.

Personal Law and Domestic Violence:

Prevalence of Personal Law is a threat to application of general law in family law matters. Religion and culture are too blended to separate one from the other. Personal law is the customs, rules of the respective religion, imbued with the status of law. The rights and duties of men and women in family life are governed by personal law. The rites of marriage, the prerequisites, inheritance, divorce, adoption etc, of the people of one religion can be different from the people of another religion. Cultural relativism is the harmful outcome of personal law. The desired unique uniform civil code is upset by the overemphasis on personal law. Consequent on the prevalence of personal law, the issues concerning (eg. Bigamy, divorce) family matters could be distinct from one person to the other depending on the religion he or she belongs to.

The national as well as the international stakeholders are in two minds as to whether it is appropriate to apply uniform civil code or to maintain the culture, customs and usages of personal law in order to protect the identity of every culture, to stop invasion of minority rights , etc, As a consequence of personal law and the orthodox customs embedded in it the women are made to suffer. This is so because the personal law is based on religious rules, age old customs and usages which are patriarchal. Under the influence of religion women have to turn pregnant against their will as victims of marital rape. This repeated, recurrent pregnancy of the woman becomes a real threat to her health. Not only the woman, but the progeny too is disregarded and ignored, giving way to a new generation without health or wealth. In this context it is apt to voice support for a uniform civil code for the overall progress of the nation in general and the women in particular.

Mutilation of female genital parts is another incidence of damaging the sexual and reproductive health of the women.Under the adverse influence of religion women are denied right for abortion. As a consequence of recurrent occurrence of pregnancy and child birth followed by child care the women are always at the receiving end. Anyhow, the Indian DV Act is succour to women who are reeling under the tribulations perpetrated by their life partners on them due to the respective personal law. In India women are misguided by men to the degree that they are made to think that religion is higher than their own health rights. Under this ploy the women victims turn a blind eye to the protections of the DV Act and take recourse in the orthodox personal law remedies which are patriarchal. Unless women take the initiative to safeguard their rights through DV Act by eschewing the personal law, women will have to lie low suffering from the patriarchal personal laws. 

Three fold Encumbrance.

A woman in wedlock has to engage three fold responsibilities viz. of a house-wife, mother and a worker. On the other hand her male counterpart is not to share the responsibilities of the household. She is reeling under the yoke of maternity, menstruation, pregnancy, household work, professional hardwork. As a consequence she becomes a physical wreck. The bitterest experience for her is the apathy of her mate. She has no rest even at a time when rest is inevitable for her very existence. In joint family households rest was compulsorily imposed on her during menstruation. Though this is held by us as an orthodox Hindu custom, in real life terms this period of rest was for her a blessing in disguise. Now the woman of today has no respite anywhere, any time for any exigent reason.

The home is often the place of masculine domination in which men expect the women’s labour to secure the peace they crave. The terms for an ideal home are fixed by his standards. Women are blamed by men for not meeting his standards in maintaining an ideal home. Her standards, health rights, preferences are ignored.The pretext of biological determinism has been employed to tie women to domestic responsibilities. In reality, the inferiority of women is socially constructed rather than biologically determined. This factum can be verified and explained by real life social situations where the degree of inferiority is a variable from society to society. Women’s disabilities are enforced and not biological or natural. The world is Male and the Woman is the ‘other. (de Beauvoir, 1949).Her socially determined burdens and the biologically determined duties have made women incapable of playing a vital role in public life. Her entry in public life is discouraged by men with allegations of misguided conduct. Her domestic services remain unpaid. Her role in procreation, protection, rearing of the offspring goes unrewarded by society. Instead of rewarding women, the patriarchal society is victimising her as she is perpetually subjected to gender violence in a shared household.

What de Beauvoir said about women’s plight in 1949 holds good to contemporary India. Humanity is man. He is the essential and she the incidental; he the main, she the subsidiary or the relative. The life in private sphere becomes explicit in public life. The tribulations of women in one sphere are transferred to the other and vice versa. That is why the author had said, ‘personal becomes political’. The personal ordeal of a woman in a shared household is reflected to the political or public sphere of life through the introduction of Human Right law which does not labour under cultural relativism. Its appeal, content and spirit are couched in universal language.

In short, the three fold tribulations of women have consequently degraded them to a physical wreck, totally and adversely jeopardizing her health. This has exacerbated their sexual and reproductive life, meting out abject injustice usurping the very fundamental rights of human existence. 

Lack of toilet facility:

The Government and its administrative machineries are lukewarm in addressing the issues faced by women in respect of menstruation. Toilets are not there in adequate numbers. Houses are not bath or toilet attached. This has raised serious concerns of health and hygiene hazards in the reproductive life of women. In the backdrop of absence or inadequate toilet facility women are forced to store urine in bladder to harmful levels. This, therefore, is a clear case of denial of sexual and reproductive rights. Society or the Government was patriarchal in approach towards the life and death tribulations of woman’s life. Only now the Government and the society have risen to the need of the hour to have toilets in every home, with the new impetus given to cleanliness through the movement National Swachchata Mission. The recent incident of suicide by a girl due to lack of toilet at home shows how critical this issue is for a woman and her self-respect. The absence of toilet in the shared household is essentially to be considered a gender abuse under the law of domestic violence. Marriage of a woman to a household where there is no toilet facility must be checked by law by making toilet facility a precondition for marriage.. This grave issue does not find a specific, deserving mention in the DV Act of 2005.

Domestic Violence: Standpoint of Law.

In a society where everything is patriarchal it is not reasonable to expect something unique from Law. Presumably and explicitly Law is neutral. Bizarrely it is addressing exclusively and essentially the Male. The dichotomy between explicit and implicit is suggestive of hypocrisy. Hence law is an imposter in reference to its proclaimed objectivity, rationality and impartiality. Undoubtedly and unfailingly the reasonable man of Law rules out women from its ambit. In other words, the generic reference to law is Male. Women’s fate is adjudged by standards set by men for men. Men are subjects of law and women its victims. Woman is still invisible to Law as law looks at women with the same standards as it looks at men. Law is made by men as a result of gender inequality in public life. Every administrative and academic branch of Law is governed by men and their patriarchal outlook. A woman’s life is regulated by law, religion and social policy. The paradox about gender justice is that the victim’s fate is adjudged by her very oppressor. Hence her autonomy is a fiction. Grave issues of women are mainly within the spheres of intimate shared household and they still remain largely unregulated by law.

The failure of law to address the issues of women was mainly due to its patriarchal outlook and its generic reference to male. As for law woman was nonexistent. The solution to this problem is introduction of gender sensitive law both in public and private spheres of life. The Domestic Violence Act of 2005 is a humble beginning in this direction. Dowry Protection Act of 1961 was followed by introduction of Section 498 A and Section 304 B in Indian Penal Code. All theses enactments indicate a steady progression of law towards gender sensitive laws, especially to protect women from domestic violence perpetrated on them in the intimate relationships of a shared household.

Constitutionality of Gender Sensitive Domestic Violence Law:

Right to equality is guaranteed by the Indian Constitution in Articles 14-18. Article 15(1) commands, ‘the State shall not discriminate against any citizen on grounds of only on religion, race, caste, sex, place of birth or any of them. The principle of equality before law is a necessary corollary of ‘rule of law’. This mandate of equality which is but non-discrimination has enlarged the scope of Article 14.

Inter alia, it is striking to note that the Supreme Court while commenting on S.497(Adultery) of IPC, ‘….Articles 14 and 15 taken together validate the sentence of S.597, which prohibits a woman from being punished as an abettor of the offence of adultery.’[1]It is strange that the abettor under S.497 and the victim under S. 498 A of IPC are protected by this Constitutional provisions, though under different jurisprudence. The PWDVA of 2005 is held by Delhi High Court as ‘class legislation’ by upholding the Constitutional validity of the Act.[2]

The Constitution enjoins upon the State to make special provisions for women in prohibiting discrimination on grounds of sex. Besides the fact of the neutrality of law is a myth and only gender specific laws can protect the woman victim from domestic violence. In the privacy of a shared household Articles 21 and 14 find a place in order to protect the woman victim of domestic violence through ratifying the international instruments on Human Rights Law by the national government. It is no longer inappropriate to introduce the Constitution in the home.[3]

 

 

[1] Yusuf Abdul Aziz V. State of Bombay, AIR 1954, SC 321.

[2] Aruna Pramod Shah V Union of India, Writ Petition (Crl) 425/2008.

[3] Delhi High Court in Harvinder Kaur V. Harminder Singh,( AIR 1984, Del 66) had voiced discontent on introduction of Constitution in the home.

FAILURES, PILLARS OF SUCCESS.


Dad, you once told me, ‘failures are pillars of success’. Though began quite well, she stammered towards the end. Yes, she broke down to profuse tears. She habitually had a belligerently confidant face. It seemed unbecoming of her to shed tears like any other ordinary girl. The dad replied with a deep sigh, ‘Yes, failures are pillars of success’. The response had an air of dismay and disbelief. Success is success;it has no other substitute than success itself.Can success be built up on the pillars of failures? What is the dividing line between success and failure? It is but a fine line…but who has made that all important line of division by which everything in life is being looked upon as success or failure?
The father took a u-turn to the early childhood of her daughter. While she was in her first standard she asked the dad to prepare a speech on, ” Failures are Pillars of Success”. He did give a good perception of the maxim to her.She learnt it by heart like a parrot. While delivering the speech, stage fright had upset her and she had to quit the stage in tears.In the evening the dad asked about the speech. She replied,’Failures are pillars of Success’, with tears trickling down her sweet, soft cheeks.He solaced her with the repetition of the maxim….The same daughter was standing before the same dad with the same maxim, but after 15 years.

The thoughts went astray sans control. The sobs of the daughter brought the dad back to the track of reality. Before she knew the fact of failure the dad had knowledge about it. He was withholding it so that he could reveal it at an ideal time. Yes his daughter could not come out with success in the U.G. examinations. This was the first time that she had tasted the bitter pills of failure, that too at a decisive turning point of her life.She was confidant of a sure pass, but….
The failure had deeper agony as she had qualified for appointment as clerk in a nationalised bank.As a result awaiting candidate she too had applied for the post and passed the examination in flying colours. In order to get the job it was essential for her to produce the U.G. certificate.
‘Dear daughter’,the dad muttered, caressing her, ‘yes indeed, failures are pillars of success…You have failed in the U.G examinations now and as a result you are not to get the clerical job. You are born to become the Bank Probationary officer…that is why you have failed…You prepare for the P.O. examination and by the time you can take the supplementary U.G. examination…That will be cakewalk for you…’

THE MORAL COURAGE OF NONVIOLENCE OR THE INEPTITUDE OF THE COWARD?


The other day the neighbor maid while sweeping the courtyard accidentally and unawares picked a snake mistaking it for some natural waste. Realizing  the reality she threw the wriggling thing instantaneously with a sharp shrill. It was 7’o clock and my wife was about to depart for her workplace.She turned around to hear the strident voice and took a cudgel to strike the snake. The snake was lying still on the ground as the rough ground was too uncomfortable for it to move on. I was in a quandary, whether to strike or not was the question pestering me. I snatched the cudgel from her and commanded her to leave .

It was there a matter of prestige and pride for me.If I did not strike then all my esteem and prestige would have vanished into the thin air.  My inner voice stood against killing any living being.The external pressure of circumstances, at last, had the last word. For the first time in my life I was about to kill a living thing.(exceptions:mosquito, ants,very small insects and micro-organisms)My mind was unwilling, hands shivering still circumstances trigger me to commit killing in cold blood. I struck with the cudgel right on the hood of he snake. There was no need of another thump. Its tail till wagged. I closely examined the being to know that It carried all the traits of viper.

As for me the event turned the morning rather a moody,murky one. The scene of the wagging tail, wide open mouth of the reptile really had made me sick. The sick mind was not just thanks to the ugliness of the being but comprehensively due to the compunction heaved from the empathy with another living being which also had felt the same pain (any human would have felt) when it was thumped with a cudgel.After all, why humans turn inimical to snakes.His very reflex action is but killing the poor being. In the instant case the reptile was lying on the ground helplessly trying to get out of the rough patches..the maid picking it up inadvertently…. It is striking that the reptile did not strike. In spite of all the curtsy it was mercilessly attacked and killed. Now I understand that mostly the cause of violence is fear. The snakes hiss, bite humans; the humans kills them at the very sight…all this conduct grounded on fear and prejudices.

By any standard killing a snake may be a trivial thing. But as for me it looked like a deviation from my real nature. I have been unaquainted with ways of violence. Nonviolence was there in my blood.Yes, the stress on AHIMSA has been there in my blood, handed down from generations..My mom,Dad,their parents and all their forefathers were supposed to be Swaathikas or good natured, nonviolent people.They were pure vegetarians too! Are we all good natured just because we are pure vegetarians? Are all the ill natured people are so just because they eat non vegetarian food? Does food effect character? If so things would have been easier to reform criminals! The reality is that the seed and the Terrain do equally contribute to the formation of character.I am a pure vegetarian, still I do not think that I am nonviolent to all living beings because of this. Conversely I am a vegetarian due to my nonviolent traits. I have been so from the seed, from the homely terrain. The fact may be that I hold firm to the view that I am part of the whole world, nay! the whole universe where every living being is uniquely entitled to its life and share of resources.It is not just the survival of the fittest…it is the survival of the fittest who can survive the mutations and adapt themselves to the new challenges. Those who cannot adapt will wither away to oblivion.The term ‘fittest’, therefore, cannot be equated with muscle power.

The killing of the snake and the surrounding thoughts have revisited my mind at the glimpse of the sad visage of my young daughter, Surya. She was stunned to see a the sad spectacle of a dying cat. The cat carried no bleeding injury. It was weak and  had limped upto her and then collapsed before her…She had to witness the demise of the cat.The sight had stirred her mind…The feeling of empathy rose high and there were tears in her eyes. After a few words of wisdom I could relieve her of the intense feeling of grief. I was happy to see that my daughter literally takes after me in showing empathy to all living beings as I had taken after all my forefathers. Conversely it is the powerful expression of moral courage. It is never a frailty. My vegetarianism too has deep roots into the soil of moral courage which activates me to choose nonviolent life in every respect, at any cost.

Hence he answer is that the inability is rooted in moral courage and not grounded on the ineptitude of cowardice.

NARENDRA MODI AS OUR PRIME MINISTER.


Modiji addressing people of Kargil on the occasion of the inauguration of Hydroelectrical Power Project…
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I saw our Prime Minister Sri. Narendra Modi landing in Leh near Kargil in J&K with my hair standing on its end.The spectacle was hair-raising because it had given the feel that Kashmir is part and parcel of India, after quite a long time.It was in 1999 that a P.M.had made a visit to Kashmir.It has been haven for terrorists thanks to the Union Government’s lukewarm attitude to the problems of Kashmir.I am told that the P.M. has voiced tough on cross-border terrorism. Yes he has got the guts to be firm when it should be firm. I have been watching at close quarters every action, move of our new Prime Minister. His visit to Kargil is just one among such landmark, memorable actions which have thrown light into his character, intelligence, wisdom, intentions. He really and unfailingly has an intention behind every move.The hallmark of his very identity is his love for the country. Our former leaders did not have that indepth national feeling which Modiji has got.If there is love for one’s country there cannot be corruption, violence, discrimination in governance.

Second quality of him which has fascinated me is his Self-confidence. Self confidence is very often mistaken as pride, swollen pride. This self-respect and self-confidence of Modiji has given him a formidable or inaccessible profile. Actually it is the other way the real state of affairs. He is simply, naturally confident. His actions are bold sans being foolhardy. The shine of confidence on Indian face has been lost prior to the advent of Modiji. India is no-more a meek player in International arena. India will be a key player. Mr. Modi knows the importance of neighbours. If we are well with our neighbours we are well and safe. Hence he took unique interest in inviting the SAARC neighbours to his oathtaking ceremony.He has full knowledge of history of our nation and its cultural heritage. The former governments did not waste a chance which would insult to our heritage. Every such insult to our ancient culture was, indeed, arrows shot at the hearts of people who were patriots. These patriots have come up hearing the clarion call of Modiji to oust the pseudosecularists. You may remember how judiciously Modiji has made the best of the ceremony in making a lasting impression on international politics.

Let us see what Modiji has done next. He has conducted his first foreign visit as the Prime Minister. He chose Bhutan to everybody’s surprise in making the selection of the destination. As for him Bhutan like other SAARC countries was once part and parcel of BHARATA, the Great Indian Subcontinent. …that once we all shared the same heritage and history. All these neighbours had no pleasant relations with India before Modiji. He has made attempts to heal the wounds. He knows we all need co-operation among ourselves for our material development….that we need pipelines, rails, transmission lines, transportation across the borders.

The visit to Brazil just after the soccer final there to constitute an international bank,BRICS (i.e., Brazil, Russia, India, China and South Africa) is another capital illustration of the vision of this personality…..This personality has now become the lengthened shadow of the very institution of our nationhood.He has grown beyond the nation by drawing sustenance from the very nation, by rooting firm into its rich soil.Let us see what does the BRICS stand for…The global economy, designed by Western powers with the United States as lead architect, is in the process of reconfiguration. The 2008 global financial crisis has terminated America’s reign as sole economic superpower and opened up important new spheres of influence to developing nations. Will BRICS be strong enough to foil the evils of glibalisation is a question which can find an answer only by passage of time. From the Economic arena there is another landmark resolution on our part. India has boldly, nay ! belligerently refused to withhold subsidies to agriculture, farming by disobeying the errands of World Trade Organisation. The food security of India can be assured only through such a brave move. I wonder what would be the stand of India had India been under Congress rule!

The next visit abroad …destination chosen by Modiji was not USA, UK,Canada, Australia or Germany, but our immediate neighbour Nepal. Yes Nepal and India are one nation. We have even a Goorgha regiment in our army. The land of Budha, the land flown to by Hanuman to fetch Ayurveda medicine for Lakshman, when the latter had fainted…We need no VISA to crossborder; we need not know English there; Nepal is a piece of India closely, physically attached to her body. We share the same heritage. The speech our Prime Minister delivered there in the Parliament was astounding, inspiring…The whole Nepal was impressed… From Kaasi Viswanath to Pasupthinath…the journey was momentous.

From the above discourse about Modiji in action as our P.M. we have learned that he is not afraid, yes he can make unyielding eye-contacts with any key international political player. He is interested only in Indian achievements.
He has for the first time after decades underscored that Kashmir is the integral part of India. Such levels of confidence will strengthen the stake of peace lovers all over the valley. They will begin to come closer to India,leaving their Pak-supported terrorist ways.
You may ask me a question … why have I given only two qualities of him which have fascinated me…The two qualities I have cited are Love for the Country and Confidence….They are more than enough for anyone to build upon…If one has love for one’s country he will never act anything which is prejudicial to the welfare of the country… If a person instilled with Confidence, he/ she cannot be stopped from doing good with enthusiasm and dedication.

On last Independence I had a dream…that on the next Independence Day Narendra Damodardas Modi would address the nation from the Red Fort, New Delhi…Yes…my dream has come true… I am looking forward to see him on the Dais……

IS TREATMENT OF ILLNESS LEADING TO MORE ILLNESS?


I have been ill for more than one month.The illness was not ignited by a casual, abrupt exposure to microbes, conversely it had originated due to continual exposure to rainy waters. I have already alluded to my weakness of riding through the raindrops in an erstwhile post. From the very inception of the Monsoon season I was more than pleased to ride through raindrops on my Splendor Bike.The incessant society with constant rains, in the first instance, did some havoc with my health. It all started with nonstop sniffing, sneezing,watering through the nostrils…Despite this, I was not bothered to stop my riding through rains.

I went on happily with the rain and the subsequent bye-product of common cold for about a fortnight. I was deliberately heedless about the repeated coercion of my spouse to have medical examination in the local hospital. When my health fell to nadir I belatedly conceded to her appeal. The Doctor was our family friend. He after a close check-up and glancing through the lab results, spoke out, ” Mohan, you have Pneumonia. You need intravenous antibiotic, a full course…You will have to stay here at least for five days.” Those words gave chilling tremors in my spine. I was intolerant to hospital life. Home was haven for me. In a low but determined voice I asked, “sir, I will turn up for taking injections…but I cannot stay here…” The Doctor seemed to lose his temper, “yes, you can go, but that will be the end of you”. There I had to surrender. I was there in the hospital for five long days swallowing the bitter pills.In the daily rounds he used to enquire about the intensity of the cough… But I had always to tell him that I had no such fits of cough at all! In the afternoon rounds It would be the turn of yet another Doctor.Both of them are post graduates too.

I had a feeling of a Prisoner about to be freed after the term of imprisonment on the day of my discharge. The elderly Doctor put the stethoscope on my chest and told”Oh you re fortunate that you came to me in time…Now you are ok. You may go home. Take rest for two more days”I was morose to hear that I needed to take rest for two more days… It is because I wanted to go to my workplace at the earliest. There nobody would be bothered about my illness. The pending work looked colossal to my mind.
Next day to my unpleasant surprise, I found myself in a deteriorating plight. There were all sorts of pain from every part of my body where blood was flowing through the veins. I waited another day… The pain and surrounding hardships worsened. Unmindful of all I set out to my office.On the way I almost fainted. I felt sick. The return journey by bus was miserable. Next day too the happenings of the previous day reiterated with increased intensity.

I was not this time to give my body in sacrifice at the altar of an Modern Medicine. I had to turn down the requests of all my close relatives and friends.I had had severe headache, body pain, congested chest, lack of hunger and what not! I was determined not to go for another course of antibiotic. At last, owing to the sharp and excruciating pain in every muscle I took the decision to consult a Homeopathic Doctor of my neighbourhood. He, however, did not intimidate me the deteriorating condition of my health. Seeing his easy ways my confidence enhanced.Till that moment I had never held homeopaths in high esteem. He took his own time in mixing the medicine. I was not examined physically. He had put medicine in infinitesimal quantity. I always had the misgiving if the miniscule could make any effect on human body.I was in a quandary.Anyhow, I in cold blood drove away all the qualms or misgivings from my mind… I needed to pay just 45 rupees.( Earlier for the five day hospital stay I had to pay 6000 rupees with no avail except the side effects of antibiotics…). There was no improvement of my health by leaps and bounds… Still there was recuperation,slowly but surely… Now I am happily writing this post….

Post script : From the above discourse I do firmly feel that there is worth in every system of medical profession. Let us have a composite, wholistic, need-based, balanced approach to get the appropriate medical treatment the patient really needs and deserves…. The Indian Government is making the right move… The Government is about to launch Excellence Centers in AIIMS all over the nation by combining the three systems of Medical treatment, namely, Modern Medicine, Ayurveda and Homeopathy.

IN THE SOLITUDE OF SILENCE….


I am alone, all alone, right now.The silence is intriguing and instills and impels me to the moods of irrepressible, inspiring solitude.Whatever I have written hitherto,if readable, is so exclusively thanks to the ambiance wherein the raw material was put to the ordeal of recollection. The emotions of yonder days are beaten upon the anvil of the silent solitude. The seed, therefore, is the emotions, experiences ; terrain the sensitive, receptive mind excited, stimulated by the mood created by the solitude of silence. The seed or the terrain, which one is more indispensable in creativity is an enigma. Any creation is possible only through the mating of opposites. Here the seed is mating with the terrain to realize the painful birth of …of what? Of the creative output, the oeuvre.The question of importance is immaterial since the mating partners are opposites and unique. Once the mating takes place the creation is bound to come out at an appointed time.
The routine habit of writing has dwindled owing to the lesser experiments of the mind with the solitude of silence.Of late Life has been busy with other preoccupations. Little time has been there for me to enjoy the freshness of homely silence. While saying so I earnestly think that it is a matter of priorities rather than a case of hopelessness arising from want of time. Writing is a process which once stopped, is thorny to resume. The pen stops and starts…Papers torn off…words deleted.Only to learn later that the torn off pages, deleted words would have been better than the refreshed substitutes. The lesson learned is that whatever first is uncontaminated and chaste virgin, more life-like and imaginative. The latter refreshments, embellishments mere painted prostitutes.The bloody smell of life is there in the original one recreated in the solitude of silence….The artificial smell of rouge will be there on the latter.
Solitude is apparently/innately associated with silence.The air of loneliness incites a human mind to imagine, do things which he might not think or do in public and in the company of others. As for me the solitude is a blessing in the sense that I can open the eyes of my mind, masticate emotions and past experiences.Yes I can recreate fro these raw materials harnessing the silence. Now I can hear only the chirps of birds or the rhythmic music of raindrops.Even the drop of a pin may have volumes to speak.It is like pebbles thrown on still waters.The ripples on still waters will be far-reaching. Similarly the sound of a pin-drop….

The silence of solitude can be harnessed positively or negatively depending on the nature of the person. What is positive or negative is a matter of opinion and not certitude. In other words, it is a relative moral question.It is true to say one man’s morality may be another man’s immorality.It is said morality originates from lack of opportunity. If I criticise my friend for committing incest it may sometimes be due to my envy to him for not getting the same opportunity. When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman!
Hence Silence of Loneliness can lead you to two paths;Nay,three Paths…You are on the cross-roads. The right one to the puritan ways;the left one the wayward, unruly ways and the straight one to the destination where right and wrong are irrelevant and indistinguishable. Where one need not be frightened about consequences. nonconformity, incongruities, noncompliance, qualms and scruples.Where you are your master. Silence of loneliness is the real litmus test on your moral courage… ( for the chicken-hearted it is a test of physical courage too). The courage which is in you in cold blood is called moral courage. The courage of the physique irrespective of scruples is physical courage.The silence of loneliness is inviting to fall into the pitfalls…Your physical courage beckoning you to the glitter, glamour of sensuousness….on the contrary the moral courage holding you back…..

The privacy of solitude, its silence is all the more conducive to immorality if it is dark, pitch dark…Yap, darkness adds more fire to the boiling oil of emotions…The safety of the darkness,the silence, the solitude are all subjective and slippery…. Keep aloof….There are hidden cameras all around. Beware ! You are not in a real world…you are in a virtual online world..The experiences here are virtual and not really real…You are watched, you are shot and you may even be booked.Hence I am a man who has taken the decision not to fall victim to the online internet traps. What I am, therefore, doing is that I am retelling my own experiences,and the experiences of others in my posts, with a pinch of lie and a punch of imagination by making the most of the rare silence of solitude.

THE INEVITABLE SEPARATIONS …..


Last night it was raining cats and dogs.The power went out,instantly as the first drops of lashing rain had touched the arid earth. The thunder, the lightning, the heavily noisy rain all gave a shiver in my spine. I was soon there groping in the pitch darkness of the small hours.Despite being a sensible, reasonable,mature person of early fifties, I feverishly began to gasp, fret, panic. The whole wisdom of age had no say to hold my mind on restraint.I could hardly find where I was groping and to what direction should I turn to get the inverter.In the attempt to put the power alternative my head had collided heavily against the wall…I did not scream so that there shall not be disturbance to others who were fast asleep. I forsake my attempt to get to the inverter.
I went upstairs. I opened the doors of the room where my two daughters lay. I got nearer to the cot. My shaky hands hastily reached for the hands of the little cherubs.There were no hands to meet mine.I murmured in a hushed up, husky voice, trying to wake them up. There were none to respond to… I was sweating and I feared I would faint.I tried to lie there on the cot.The lights were on abruptly and I found myself totally upset, annoyed without exactly knowing what had really happened.Where had gone my life’s blood, the price of my life, my two daughters, for a while I was confounded and nonplussed.
By the time, I was interfered with the sleepy voice of my spouse,’where have you gone during this midnight hour?’Shuddered and almost unconsciously I enquired,’where had gone our Arya and Surya? They are not there in their rooms !’ She retorted with impatience. discontent, ‘please come back. What had happened to you…Arya is in Bangalore and Surya has gone to Ernakulam for GATE coaching’.
Yes, everything had come back to my mind.Slowly,painfully I went back to my bed.A sea of emotions was waving through my mind. The fear of separation, the fear of safety of my offspring when they are away, all these have been eating into my frail mind during most of my rest time, especially as I am there in bed trying hard for the embrace of a sound sleep.( Sometimes the ‘sound sleep’ of my spouse use to really upset my peaceful sleep.) But I know mind does not like effort.Mind likes effortlessness. It is hard truth that at hard times mind cannot be effortless.
The night’s lesson taught me the inevitability of separation.Separations can be short-lived or eternal.Either way separations are inevitable in life…Let us come to terms with the reality of separations….Try to live in the present moment. Nay ! I can’t…It is easy to exhort and advise others to be practical…but when it comes to our own issues we cannot just write off things as easily as we use to advise others.
Living dangerously under the bad clutches of separations will certainly make life dull and blunt…All our ambitions will wither away, vanish at the very thought of separations in life. Time shall be allowed to take its toll from life as Time itself would heal all the wound, repair all the loss. All I can hope and pray is that where ever my daughters are they should be living happily as my happiness is correlated to their happiness.