Thursday, May 6, 2010

Of love, lost and found

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things…

.. When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.”

Blessed are those who can think of their favourite things and not have to worry about anything else – just a dreamy future to look forward to, and a man who will take you over the hills. For some the favourite thing might be a huge profit at the stock market, and for some it could be the stork carrying good news home.

But that was not the case for Nirupama Pathak, whose life was mercilessly taken away from her. Who knew that those who create life, could take it away as well; or did the 22-year-old really take her own life?
Even if proved right, could we believe that her mother took her daughters life. Unsuspecting. Cold Blooded. Or did Nirupama know what her fate was to be. Her last call suggested that leaving home so soon was not going to be an option. The mental trauma.. the horror of it all...

I cannot imagine how it must feel, to have your baby and lose it too. With dreams in her eyes and a baby in her womb, she lost what we all yearn for – a future ahead, nice and bright, with someone to have and to hold. She had what she wanted – a budding career as a journalist, a man who loved her, but for the light glitch that threatened to take her life away – that Priyabhanshu, whom she met during the course of her study, belonged to a lower caste. And who knew that a trip home could cost her her life, her future and her dreams.

Fingers would be pointed at many now, brothers, uncles, boyfriend, mother and perhaps even a jealous friend could come into the picture. Conspiracy. What were her dreams, her aspirations?

In India LOVE is still taboo. Moral policing is high and age old customs and traditions hold value. Honour killing – one after another. Young couples in love torn apart on the basis of a caste bestowed upon them. Traditions based out of practise. But finally, their applications have threatened to take young life away, and love takes the backseat. Forced into marriage, forced for divorce, trauma of domestic violence and finally the finale Death! The word love can still bring a frown upon many faces, and young couples like Nirupama and Priyabhanshu are kept waiting – to meet in an abode above – till death do we part.


Anonymous said... theory was that the parents were more pi$$ed off that their daughter became pregnant out of wedlock than pi$$ed off that the guy was from lower caste. Love is indeed considered taboo, but pales in comparison to pre-martial pregnancy in Indian circles.
However I think at least some circles are getting progressive. Many of my college mates, school mates, colleagues, chat friends etc have entered into nuptial, arranged by cupid. And trust me, there were some families whom I thought would be totally against love marriage only to have them proven me wrong. I believe that at all times the love a parent has for his/her child is greater than anyone else could have on the child (except some of the psycho-weirdos out there). It just that when this love happens to be less than to what they have for their love religion, custom, caste, creed etc, problem happens. "But finally, their applications have threatened to take young life away, and love takes the backseat." - Amen!

Good post. Thought of writing about this, but now have to think about a new topic. I couldn't have written better than this.

Take care.

Aparajita said...

It is a heart wrenching story. I read somewhere... "love is a lonely song, and she had to sing it alone." Sends a chill through your spine - but I consider myself lucky, that hers is a fate I do not share.