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.




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.



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 unacquainted 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.The moral courage not to commit violence or an offence which is harmful to other living beings is not there just because of one’s food habits. A person, a vegetarian, may be incapable of perpetrating physical violence on others; but at the same time he may be a person who has no qualms to mentally harass others and that he may have no scruple to commit any sin. Food habits have, therefore, no role in evolving one’s character. The three forms of violence, violence of mind, words and physical deed, are equally harmful to the victims. A perpetrator of violence of the first two types are in no way of lesser culpability than the  third one.


I’m a beneficiary of this gift of our ancient heritage…

The richness of the bliss handed down by the sage

Made invisible to us by those who kept us in seige

 The Great Man Modiji has regained  our lost visage!

He helps us recover our lost lustre in history page!

The great United Nations was made to cheer Yoga

 Dear Modi could make twenty first July Day of Yoga!

The insu!ts of seculars offset  with pride of Yoga!



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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.

Campus Realities.

He was away in the Gulf doing pedagogy in an international school. The Kerala PSC had called him for appointment as a Lecturer in English in the reputed college in the city.The college welcomed him with strikes by politically motivated students movements.His coming was an insignificant event to anyone except he himself. This was so because teaching was his passion,especially teaching English, that too in the most reputed government college in the state, wherein he himself was an alumni. His joy had no bounds. He went into the Principal’s room,elbowing through the hooligan student activists. There he saw the plight of the lady Principal. The students were around her, shouting slogans. He tried to show my face in the eagerness to join the college in the forenoon session itself. Yes he was looking forward to this great moment as his tongue was itching for imparting literary spirit into the receptive minds. Without understanding his whereabouts or credentials the Principal asked me to get out of the room. Despite that he tried to introduce himself. Instead of listening to his words she cried out to the security to clear him out of her room. He was never in his life that much embarrassed. Before the security would manhandle him he got out of the pandemonium. On coming out of the room he inquired the security himself the reason for the strike. He had no clue of it. Th security then asked the new incumbent why he had entered the Principal’s room without permission. He continued, ‘only students use to go in without permission’. He replied the security that he had come there to join as a teacher in English, showing the appointment letter. The security, on hearing this, took him to the English Department. That was a large room with pictures of great pedagogues. He saw there pictures of teachers on the wall. He stood there in awful respect for them.

One thing there he had failed to come across, namely,teachers. There was none. I was told by the sweeper there that they were already gone for their personal engagements. It was total strike. But why there was a strike at all…, this time he asked the question in aside. The sweeper murmured, ‘ maybe sir the poster of one union got torn by another union activists’. Just for this reason, the whole college is struck. He just compared the working style  abroad with the same of the colleges in |Kerala. He was disappointed as he had to postpone his inaugural session of teaching to the next day. That day he failed to mark his attendance.

Next day he came to the college at  8 am. He knocked at the principal’s door. It opened ajar. The lady Principal was not there. The peon told,”teacher may be absconding…Whatever step is taken, one of the student unions will be discontent, poor teacher”. Charge was not handed over to any teacher. He was in quandary, again. As for him teaching was more important. But he was not assigned any duty. In his over-enthusiasm he asked the Head of the Department whether he could go to the class…He replied,”but at your own responsibility” as he had not formally allowed to join the college by the head of the institution. He wondered why teachers were so. They were earnest only for the shell and never for the kernel. The students interests were ignored…Our protagonist was firm; he went to a class where there was no teacher.
On his entry there was no curiosity on the face of students, though he was a new face. They even sat sans a salutation. They were all busily absorbed in the mobile phones. Hence the room was comparatively silent. All on a sudden one particular student came up to him and told that he belonged to a student organisation, that the organisation had declared black day. Hence he wanted to deliver a speech on the issue.He asked the student whether he was the lone member of the organisation. This question had irritated the student leader. He forcefully pushed the teacher from the high platform. The student leader began to speak. The student did not listen to him though.
The student told that there would be a Beef Party to protest against the alleged lynching of a man somewhere in UttarPradesh. Our teacher was stunned to hear this. There were other ways to protest. Why did they choose this method? The students got happy to hear about the beef party. Many of them got on to their legs to go out and to join the party. The students had no real,political hatred in their minds… but they are fascinated by a kind of unity which always feared loneliness.
He could not deliver a single word on lessons of grammar or literature. He was a totally disillusioned person. He stood stunned there as the students were rushing out. A few minutes later he heard cries, violent shouts, painful appeals….There seemed to have happened violent clashes between beef party and non-beef party students.
This time his eyes searched the class; there was one little girl sitting. He went upto her and asked whether she was not going for the beef party. Hearing this she began to weep. Her voice increased. He was confused and asked her why at all she was crying.Words stuck in her mind, she told in agony…”sir, I want to study…. the majority of us want to study…only a handful were causing trouble in the campus…the teachers were not sincere. They wanted only salary every month. They did not teach..they were more engaged in real estate and other money making business”. Yes that was the truth about student strikes and hartals. Nobody wants it and everybody tolerates it with agony.
The India of today is shining under Modiji. The whole world is appreciative of our new confidence under Modiji, but in Kerala it is from bad to worse…


Microsoft Word gives synonyms for Tolerance: easiness, patience, charity, forbearance, acceptance, lenience, open-mindedness, and broad-mindedness. If we search for individual synonyms of these synonyms of Tolerance we get on verge of exhaustion. The varied meaning of the same word is staggering and astounding to any amount of human perception. In such a bizarre context I have to listen to the voice from within, that of wisdom to make a judicious choice irrespective of the given synonyms.

Tolerance is often termed as a virtue. In the teachings of Buddha and Gandhiji   we are amply familiar with the term. These great teachers or philosophers have used the term with a thrust on its positive facet. According to them Tolerance is well nigh Love or Ahimsa. In spite of all the Gandhian, Buddhist positivism, I am stuck, I am held back to its appeal of negative indifference. The negative dilemma posed by the noun may be closely affiliated to its verb form, namely, Tolerate. Though I am reluctantly assenting to the positive content of Tolerance I cannot agree with the positive content in its verb form, Tolerate.

Inescapably sticking to the negative indifference of the term, Tolerate, I have too many misgivings of the term, Tolerance. In the light of this, can tolerance, therefore, be equated with easiness?  Isn’t Tolerance an uneasy affair? When do we tolerate? Of course it has something to do with patience. It may be charity to forebear accepting reality as such, as there is no other go. How can we be lenient while we show tolerance as tolerance springs from incapability to react or inevitability of the context? In short, Tolerance is the net product of inaction, incapability, timidity, negative desire for status quo. The peace we arrive at from tolerance is the peace of the graveyard. It is short lived.

I am haunted incessantly by the negativity of the term, Tolerate, whenever I am occupied with the thought of Tolerance. I may have tolerance with someone who is not too dear to me. I just tolerate the snoring co-passenger; I just tolerate my short tempered superior. But can you say that you have just tolerated the naughty conduct of someone like your own kid who is so close to your heart. Our concern for them springs from the positive feeling of love. We tolerate conduct or undesirable actions maybe because we are incapacitated to react; whereas we just enjoy even the misconduct of our dear ones; there we are not tolerating due to incapability. We are capable and we are superior enough to take action against the naughty conduct; still we allow the naughtiness to prolong just because we love the doer. Hence tolerance is a term which is opposite to love because the misconduct is allowed to continue not because of some positive feeling, but just due to inability. Actually we hate the doer and the act done equally though we are incapable to react against either. Despite our hatred to the doers and their actions we do not give vent to our feelings.

Hence if you say you tolerate your wife, it insinuates that you are just unable to stop her from the undesirable behavior; so you only ‘adjust’ with her conduct as there is no positive feeling of love. Marriage is often a sad story of mutual tolerance. Mutuality is seen only in adjustments and not in love. You scratch my back and I will scratch yours is the attitude. If no mutual scratching, the marital story could abruptly end in a fiasco. Tolerance, therefore, is a more polished substitute for the pragmatic, viable term ‘adjustment’ though it is never on equal footing with sublime Love. The more you tolerate, the less you love, that is the more you tolerate the more you really hate; There may be an internal sea of anger waving in your mind, against the evil-doer. The pent up feeling is more harmful to the aggrieved than the very expression of it.

Tolerance is a sleeping volcano; it has the latent tendency or potential to erupt any time. Tolerance is there because inaction, indifference, incapacity  have hushed up the intolerance within.  Hence without you are tolerant and within you are boiling with intolerance. And if you put a question which one is desirable in a society where co-existence is inevitable….Better tolerate than and not to become intolerant as the latter would lead to violence. I opined so especially in the matter of tolerance of religions and faiths…Let us tolerate for the general good of the nation, if you cannot love your neighbor as thyself…It is all a matter of priorities. If your love for the country holds a higher rung on the ladder of priorities, other issues become personal and your patriotism will remain unaffected by your other identities of religion, caste, sex, age, etc….

Grandma, Forgiveme !

Now myself I am a Grand Father….I can feel the intense affection towards the grandson…..It is more intense feeling of love and warmth,

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          While I was too young to look after myself I had someone who loved me so much , always around me.Yes , she was none other than my grandma whom I styled mattemma or the other mother.The term was to differentiate between my mother and grandma.
MY grandma was in her seventies.I remember that she did not wear a blouse to cover her breast part. But I do not know whether she used a blouse at all or she at some point of her old age stopped the practice of wearing it. Instead she had a piece of long clothe worn around her neck.
She was an embodiment of love and to this moment I cannot find any one who has loved me so much.She used to take me with her during her day long trips to the relatives” through the meandering pathways in my remote village.This gave me a…

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Festivals are not just occasions for celebrations. A fesival stirs in us memories of the past. This we call nostalgia. Nostalgia is like a flower which is beautiful, fragrant; simultaneously it has the thorn with it. Hence there is pleasure and pain at once…For example, Onam imbues our minds with nostalgia, with endearing memoirs of the past…We glorify the celebrations of Onam in the past years of our life. Festivals happen to be occasions for nostalgia. We compare this year with the past years. We now are nostalgic about the good old days though we were then down to earth critics of the social, economic, social and cultural realities of those so-called good old days. This nostalgia springs from our incapability of reconciling with the changes which have occurred from time to time. The endeared term to refer to this psychic incongruity is ‘generation gap’. Actually the reactionary in us unfailingly resisted to approbate change, be it good or bad. Nostalgia, therefore, is an offshoot of one’s adamant resistance to change and is in always disagreement with the present trend, mindset.
Such humans who labour under the vice( virtue?) of nostalgia may not be in a psychic state to cope with the emerging generation. They find fault with everything and everyone. This divide between generations has been there from time immemorial. It is nothing but a symptom of ageing. Such persons are obstructing social change and are holding firmly on to status quo. Ultimately these humans too will fall victims of change as no one can withstand the tide of time and change. They consequently turn out the victims of change. Such people have been so throughout their life. The resistance to change and preference to status quo will remain with them till their last breath.
Hence to come out of one’s shell of rigidity and intolerance one has to train oneself. That could lead you to the status wherein you will become the master of change rather than the victim of it. Exalting the past and disparaging the present are the hallmark of nostalgia. Like the ageing, the emerging too are victims of this psychic condition. As for the young and the youthful they disparage and ignore whatever and whoever belonging to the past and glorify the present. The father may be a fan of Bacchan and the son a fan of Dhanush. The son of today becomes the father of tomorrow. He too will have to differ on a later day with his son.

The MANGOSTEEN in My Courtyard!

I reblog it because the tree is nomore there…It was uprooted in the midnight rainy storm, the othere day….It bore numberless thick leaves which had lead to its very end due to the overweight of the wet leaves….
The tree was there because my beloved Dad had planted in the courtyard quite a decade ago…
I feel dejected as I feel it the demise of the tree and the second demise of my Dad as well…..
I dedicate the post to my dear Dad!!!

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I am there with the mangosteen!The Mangosteen with Mango tree.

The evergreen Mangosteen, a home for the flies
Bearing leathery leaves thick, and large berries
Blessing, enriching our home with cold shade
A spectacle to the eyes bringing cold wind.

Her name maiden though Garcinia Mangostana
She being styled Mangosteen with love
She standing there front fore like Eve
She though not needing an Adam for progeny.

The majestic shade under the canopy bringing
The memories back while peacefully sitting
Ya, the fond memories of my Dad who planted you
Who nurtured, watered and softly carressed you.

Proud am I to have you in my courtyard
You to me are a source wherefrom emits
The very Inspiration, drawn by the Bard,
Basheer,standing,showering only benefits.

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